The chilly weather was picking up and his favorite catches were going to start appearing with the coming of winter. He placed on his fishing hat, put on a thick jacket, got his cooler and made his way out of his house and the Uchiha clan residence, with the Clan Manse at his back he made his way, He was hoping for a good catch this season, even now as he set out he could imagine a cooler filled with fish, smirking he made his way out the village gates, and made his way down the path that lead to his preferred fishing path. He took time to enjoy the scenery that the snow provided, this was his favorite time of the year, he had always enjoyed the snow when it came. It always provided a sense of wonderment for the young Uchiha, smiling as he arrived at the dock he placed the cooler right beside him, he adjusted his fishers hat and walked went to sit down at the end of the dock with hit feet hanging of the ledge of it.
Ryo sat at the end of the dock, a tooth pick in his mouth, he held his fishing rod in both of his hands, he kept close his bucket of chum ready and a cooler for any catch that he happened to come across, inhaling deeply he looked out in the calm lake and took a moment to appreciate the nature. He was glad to have this time alone, away from the village he has been planning this trip for days, but he could never find the time to come out here. He looked at the expansive forest around him, he’s been down here to fish for as long as he could remember. As he continued to take in the silence he heard his stomach growl, rubbing his belly he opened his cooler and looked inside of it, he was disappointed at the sight that he hadn't caught as much fish this time around. "What a meager catch." he frowned. Hearing his stomach grumble again, he decided that it was time to call it quits and he back to the village. He quickly gathered his equipment and made his way down the path that led to the village, as his journey on the way back to the village progressed he felt as if he got turned around. This was the path he occasionally took. In a look of confusion, he looked back at the path and wondered if he should head back to the dock, he looked around at the trees and path, it appeared to be beaten and neglected, the trees stood tall and darkened the path, this was unfamiliar territory it made Ryo uneasy about continued down it. Deciding to continue down the path, he secured his fishing hat and continued down the path undaunted, he was going to be a shinobi soon he’s not going to be deterred by something that appears menacing and unfamiliar, he thought himself foolish to get lost so easily. Ryo continued down the unknown path hoping to find anything or anyone.
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Ryo sat at the end of the dock, a tooth pick in his mouth, he held his fishing rod in both of his hands, he kept close his bucket of chum ready and a cooler for any catch that he happened to come across, inhaling deeply he looked out in the calm lake and took a moment to appreciate the nature. He was glad to have this time alone, away from the village he has been planning this trip for days, but he could never find the time to come out here. He looked at the expansive forest around him, he’s been down here to fish for as long as he could remember. As he continued to take in the silence he heard his stomach growl, rubbing his belly he opened his cooler and looked inside of it, he was disappointed at the sight that he hadn't caught as much fish this time around. "What a meager catch." he frowned. Hearing his stomach grumble again, he decided that it was time to call it quits and he back to the village. He quickly gathered his equipment and made his way down the path that led to the village, as his journey on the way back to the village progressed he felt as if he got turned around. This was the path he occasionally took. In a look of confusion, he looked back at the path and wondered if he should head back to the dock, he looked around at the trees and path, it appeared to be beaten and neglected, the trees stood tall and darkened the path, this was unfamiliar territory it made Ryo uneasy about continued down it. Deciding to continue down the path, he secured his fishing hat and continued down the path undaunted, he was going to be a shinobi soon he’s not going to be deterred by something that appears menacing and unfamiliar, he thought himself foolish to get lost so easily. Ryo continued down the unknown path hoping to find anything or anyone.
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