This was actually Shinbatsu's first time in the Diamond District, ever, and he was dressed in a ridiculously exaggerated Santa outfit. The extra mass he had to carry in front of him was a strange gelatin substance designed to be convincing rather than to comfort. The beard was itchy, just like a real one, but for some reason so was the entire outfit; it didn't matter, because he couldn't scratch under all the fake fat he was wearing. He carried a sack filled with a book he was supposed to be promoting the sales of, and in front of him he carried one copy of the book he was trying to shove in people's faces for them to see. As it turned out, wearing a Santa costume during holiday season wasn't the best way to promote a book's sales. People just kept throwing money at him.
Maybe it was the fact that he was in the richest part of Sunagakure. Maybe it was the fact that he was dressed like he was begging for charity. Maybe it was the fact that he looked old, or jolly, or drunk. He did not know what it was, but these people barely gave him a half-glance before throwing their yen in his direction and continuing to walk past him. Nobody cared about books, literature, reading: why was he even here? He stopped in his tracks to contemplate that question. Maybe, just maybe, if he changed his strategy, he would be able to do this better. That was what he decided to do. Rather than showing people the book, he decided to give them the book.
It turns out rich people do not really take things from strangers, or at least in Sunagakure they don't. Even when they're dressed as Santa. Isn't Santa supposed to be giving people things? He didn't get it; people still hardly gave him a second glance, but at least they weren't throwing money at him anymore. Shinbatsu sighed, putting the book in his sack and turning around to think about things, when, suddenly-- A MAN DRESSED AS SANTA WAS RIGHT UP IN HIS FACE. Shinbatsu blinked. This guy looked angry. Shinbatsu began to clear his throat, and he would have said something, but before he knew it the Santa had shoved him and was throwing punches at his face and torso! The Chuunin did his best to protect himself, but he really didn't need to try with all the fake fat he was wearing. When the other Santa was done, he kicked Shinbatsu, and the shopkeeper found himself bouncing down the road on all the ridiculous fat he was wearing. What he then realized was people were watching and cheering and laughing hysterically!
Well, apparently getting your ass kicked in a Santa's suit was the way to catch your audience's attention. Shinbatsu got up gingerly (with much difficulty), and he looked for his enemy to resume as he was, but apparently the man was gone. Seizing the opportunity Shinbatsu reached for a book, but before he could pull it out people were already walking away, minding their own business again. Shinbatsu blinked. It was so ridiculous! Well... At least that was the spirit of the holiday. Yeah, right. He put the book away and began to walk back home, and he couldn't help but laugh at the idiocy of it all as he did so.
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Maybe it was the fact that he was in the richest part of Sunagakure. Maybe it was the fact that he was dressed like he was begging for charity. Maybe it was the fact that he looked old, or jolly, or drunk. He did not know what it was, but these people barely gave him a half-glance before throwing their yen in his direction and continuing to walk past him. Nobody cared about books, literature, reading: why was he even here? He stopped in his tracks to contemplate that question. Maybe, just maybe, if he changed his strategy, he would be able to do this better. That was what he decided to do. Rather than showing people the book, he decided to give them the book.
It turns out rich people do not really take things from strangers, or at least in Sunagakure they don't. Even when they're dressed as Santa. Isn't Santa supposed to be giving people things? He didn't get it; people still hardly gave him a second glance, but at least they weren't throwing money at him anymore. Shinbatsu sighed, putting the book in his sack and turning around to think about things, when, suddenly-- A MAN DRESSED AS SANTA WAS RIGHT UP IN HIS FACE. Shinbatsu blinked. This guy looked angry. Shinbatsu began to clear his throat, and he would have said something, but before he knew it the Santa had shoved him and was throwing punches at his face and torso! The Chuunin did his best to protect himself, but he really didn't need to try with all the fake fat he was wearing. When the other Santa was done, he kicked Shinbatsu, and the shopkeeper found himself bouncing down the road on all the ridiculous fat he was wearing. What he then realized was people were watching and cheering and laughing hysterically!
Well, apparently getting your ass kicked in a Santa's suit was the way to catch your audience's attention. Shinbatsu got up gingerly (with much difficulty), and he looked for his enemy to resume as he was, but apparently the man was gone. Seizing the opportunity Shinbatsu reached for a book, but before he could pull it out people were already walking away, minding their own business again. Shinbatsu blinked. It was so ridiculous! Well... At least that was the spirit of the holiday. Yeah, right. He put the book away and began to walk back home, and he couldn't help but laugh at the idiocy of it all as he did so.
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