The sky was overcast throughout the day. A rain had swiftly gone but left the heavens still dimly lit. It was nothing unusual for Kumogakure, he supposed, but he did hope that it would at least be more cheery. Now, it felt like a chore to move around under what could otherwise have been a sleepy weather. That didn't deter him, though, not when he had already made a habit of this.
It was midday and still the sky was looking bleak. Most of the villagers went on about their daily tasks without a worry, but Uri was dragging his feet as he entered the coliseum walls. From the lack of any enthusiastic uproar or cheering, he could tell that there was no fight scheduled for today. But there were some resounding clinks and clanks down the hallway. Some trainees, perhaps? He didn’t really care, unless they would ask for him.
He had been living so close by that it was almost second nature to enter the premises everyday. He didn’t miss out an occasion, not even when he was sick. He lived for the battle, or so he first thought. But it could also have been the free churros he would get from visiting the coliseum’s physician. Strange how that came about, but it was worth it when the man was secretly a good cook.
So he dropped by, knocking by the clinic’s door to physician’s chagrin. He scanned the room and saw a few people on bed, aching and bandaged. Then, he went past inside to grab the secret stash of churros by the doctor’s table and left. The redhead would continue down the hallway until he would exit through one of the tall galleys that led to the large arena. Empty as it was, he found himself standing not the landing for a while, assessing the emptiness. Then, he turned to the sides and began walking along the open pathway before climbing a few steps and finding a comfortable place amongst the bleachers.
With the overcast sky came this strange cool breeze that he, at the very least, liked. So he decided to have a silent picnic at the empty coliseum. Propping out a tea canister from his mailbag and serving freshly brewed hot liquid onto its lid that served as a cup, he let the aroma of fine matcha to linger before it began to dip churros into chocolate syrup and start eating. The scene would almost look tranquil, if not for his clothes that seemed to paint him to be a bit more of a troublemaker.
Today would be a long and lazy day-off for him.
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It was midday and still the sky was looking bleak. Most of the villagers went on about their daily tasks without a worry, but Uri was dragging his feet as he entered the coliseum walls. From the lack of any enthusiastic uproar or cheering, he could tell that there was no fight scheduled for today. But there were some resounding clinks and clanks down the hallway. Some trainees, perhaps? He didn’t really care, unless they would ask for him.
He had been living so close by that it was almost second nature to enter the premises everyday. He didn’t miss out an occasion, not even when he was sick. He lived for the battle, or so he first thought. But it could also have been the free churros he would get from visiting the coliseum’s physician. Strange how that came about, but it was worth it when the man was secretly a good cook.
So he dropped by, knocking by the clinic’s door to physician’s chagrin. He scanned the room and saw a few people on bed, aching and bandaged. Then, he went past inside to grab the secret stash of churros by the doctor’s table and left. The redhead would continue down the hallway until he would exit through one of the tall galleys that led to the large arena. Empty as it was, he found himself standing not the landing for a while, assessing the emptiness. Then, he turned to the sides and began walking along the open pathway before climbing a few steps and finding a comfortable place amongst the bleachers.
With the overcast sky came this strange cool breeze that he, at the very least, liked. So he decided to have a silent picnic at the empty coliseum. Propping out a tea canister from his mailbag and serving freshly brewed hot liquid onto its lid that served as a cup, he let the aroma of fine matcha to linger before it began to dip churros into chocolate syrup and start eating. The scene would almost look tranquil, if not for his clothes that seemed to paint him to be a bit more of a troublemaker.
Today would be a long and lazy day-off for him.
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