It was early enough in the afternoon to consider one more errand once classes ended for the day. Michi had intended to spend the remainder of the evening in the Great Library Archives reviewing ancient religion and theology. She had never intended to remain in Sunagakure or even enter these walls, but once inside she intended to take advantage of every amenity afforded. Rather, for whatever reason a shark had imprinted on her and for whatever logic-defying reason she did not reject the boy. He had voiced interest in the Ranger Order, an Order she had helped provide the framework to rebuild before the change. Suffice to say, she was uncertain how she was seen by the Order.
She would order Bunny Chow in celebration of Hoji's victory, offering one to the teen (image below):
Bunny Chow (inspired by the South African Street Dish) is made with minced dune hare in a spicy curry sauce with a smattering of vegetables - most common being root vegetables and spicy peppers. The vessel, a hollowed out loaf of a dense bread that is similar to sourdough, but a bit more buttery and nutty in flavor. The dish was one that can easily be carried and consumed at the same time, but only came in two temperatures - hot and very hot. She ordered the very hot for herself and would let Hoji determine his own level of suffering, warning him that the very hot was... very hot. She would also order purple cavern juice, a water infused with a specific sweet yet earthy mushroom indigenous to the caverns of Old Sunagakure. It had a strange flavor thatmost some few come to love, she was among the few.
It was a long walk and between bites she would talk about the Ranger Order further. "Rangers are in short monster hunters, their objective is to benefit mankind. To protect man from what they define as monsters. Monsters such as the Sandworm, the Carnasaur, Ancients as well as other threats to the tribes of man. They are a proud aspect of our heritage," even if some of them wanted her dead. "They usually take on young men and women about your age if they show promise in the hunt, the ability to survive the desert, the wilds, if they can slay a beast, can learn how to hunt and track. But it is not easy, this is in addition to the studies you have been undertaking to become a shinobi. What they will care to know is if you have the one thing that hey cannot teach and I know you have it and that is instinct." The instinct and will to survive are inherent, the skills can be taught. "If they ask you about me, say your truth. Some woman that brought you to their door. You do not know me." Her voice hardened when she said the last part as if there was a warning in there. It was not a lie, the boy had not even learned her name. They had met twice and it had culminated with her dropping the teen off on their doorstep.
They would eventually arrive at the Tracking Grounds. A massive wall enclosed several terrains, there was an entrance that led to the heart of the enclosure via a long hall with windows on either side that would display diverse terrains on either side. Not that she would be able to enter. She would stop at the door and hesitate. Yes, even she gets scared. But she did what she wanted. "I am malleable," she muttered an old mantra, grounding words as her knuckles rapped on the door.
She would order Bunny Chow in celebration of Hoji's victory, offering one to the teen (image below):
Bunny Chow (inspired by the South African Street Dish) is made with minced dune hare in a spicy curry sauce with a smattering of vegetables - most common being root vegetables and spicy peppers. The vessel, a hollowed out loaf of a dense bread that is similar to sourdough, but a bit more buttery and nutty in flavor. The dish was one that can easily be carried and consumed at the same time, but only came in two temperatures - hot and very hot. She ordered the very hot for herself and would let Hoji determine his own level of suffering, warning him that the very hot was... very hot. She would also order purple cavern juice, a water infused with a specific sweet yet earthy mushroom indigenous to the caverns of Old Sunagakure. It had a strange flavor that
It was a long walk and between bites she would talk about the Ranger Order further. "Rangers are in short monster hunters, their objective is to benefit mankind. To protect man from what they define as monsters. Monsters such as the Sandworm, the Carnasaur, Ancients as well as other threats to the tribes of man. They are a proud aspect of our heritage," even if some of them wanted her dead. "They usually take on young men and women about your age if they show promise in the hunt, the ability to survive the desert, the wilds, if they can slay a beast, can learn how to hunt and track. But it is not easy, this is in addition to the studies you have been undertaking to become a shinobi. What they will care to know is if you have the one thing that hey cannot teach and I know you have it and that is instinct." The instinct and will to survive are inherent, the skills can be taught. "If they ask you about me, say your truth. Some woman that brought you to their door. You do not know me." Her voice hardened when she said the last part as if there was a warning in there. It was not a lie, the boy had not even learned her name. They had met twice and it had culminated with her dropping the teen off on their doorstep.
They would eventually arrive at the Tracking Grounds. A massive wall enclosed several terrains, there was an entrance that led to the heart of the enclosure via a long hall with windows on either side that would display diverse terrains on either side. Not that she would be able to enter. She would stop at the door and hesitate. Yes, even she gets scared. But she did what she wanted. "I am malleable," she muttered an old mantra, grounding words as her knuckles rapped on the door.