The village was somewhat quite today. People going around their daily business, children playing in the streets, everything looked rather normal... if not for the massive construction work being made within the grounds of the villages medical facilities, one might even think nothing worth mentioning had happened during the past few week's...but unfortunately it did, and Harupia was there to witness it firsthand.
Of course, now the crisis was averted...but the costs were high, much higher then he'd ever imagine...in spite of the best efforts of the entire village. The whole ordeal with the Djinn had left Harupia hurting. Not physically, though he had sustained some wounds. It just felt. Wrong, seeing the carnage, the destruction...he knew it was part of the Shinobi way, he knew death was something he would have to face...but for it to appear so suddenly, and take such a toll... It felt like being sucker punched straight in the chest.
He just needed to breath a bit...away from the people. His father was pestering him, trying to ask how he was feeling, and just slipping in talk about some political activity...he didn’t have the patience for that, not right now. He needed a breather, fresh air...to see the sun, even if through a deadly sand storm. Clad in a thick, brown traveling robe, the long hair Sunaku stepped of the lift leading upwards, and awaited anyone who would grant him leave. He hoped there wouldn’t be much of an issue with the travel. He had a more pragmatic goal in mind, needing some supplies from the heaven...but for the most part, he wanted out of the village, at least for a short while.
Of course, now the crisis was averted...but the costs were high, much higher then he'd ever imagine...in spite of the best efforts of the entire village. The whole ordeal with the Djinn had left Harupia hurting. Not physically, though he had sustained some wounds. It just felt. Wrong, seeing the carnage, the destruction...he knew it was part of the Shinobi way, he knew death was something he would have to face...but for it to appear so suddenly, and take such a toll... It felt like being sucker punched straight in the chest.
He just needed to breath a bit...away from the people. His father was pestering him, trying to ask how he was feeling, and just slipping in talk about some political activity...he didn’t have the patience for that, not right now. He needed a breather, fresh air...to see the sun, even if through a deadly sand storm. Clad in a thick, brown traveling robe, the long hair Sunaku stepped of the lift leading upwards, and awaited anyone who would grant him leave. He hoped there wouldn’t be much of an issue with the travel. He had a more pragmatic goal in mind, needing some supplies from the heaven...but for the most part, he wanted out of the village, at least for a short while.