Shin was trying to relax after a long day at the Omni Prime Medical Complex where he was continuing the research he had started so many years ago. His goal was to develop a manner of creating semi-automaton humanoids which could provide assistance within the village, especially within the Omni Prime as the number of trained hands were on the low side. With this civil war happening the Medical Branch was of even greater importance and he wanted to perfect this technique soon before anymore major battles came.
This evening Shin was wearing rather casual apparel, for him at least. A tight pair of dark denim jeans had a low cut black tank tucked into them as the young man showed off his clearly defined body. His arms and visible portion of his chest were well toned, though he had no true bulk. A small stature ran in his family's genes and he was no exception. His ghostly blue eyes were piercing though the crowd and his golden blonde hair almost glowed in the light. His fair skin had barely any markings on it which was rare for a shinobi, but he was a medical ninja and a genjutsuist so he wasn't much for hand to hand combat. Dark boots and a belt would finish his attire, but overall it was probably clear to many that this young man was playing for a different team... if you catch my drift. Walking through the district of the Sietch Zensunna which housed many shops of varying cuisine caused his stomach to growl.
It had probably been hours since he had anything to eat or drink, but where to go? Nothing sounded exceptionally good, but there was a lot of ruckus coming from one restaurant more so than the others. Intrigued by the unison cheering and hollering from within Shin decided to try out this place.
Ushi no Yasei Seibutsu<i></i> was the name of this establishment and it did not seem to follow the same design as the surrounding eateries. Walking into the shop Shin would see that it was more of a bar than anything, but there were a series of television devises along each wall and the network of bars all allowed the patrons to face them. There were a couple of table areas in the center but they were all filled with families. There were few open seats, but at the bar nearest the doors had a few open seats. Willing to take the chance the newly crowned Overseer of the Chikamatsu Clan would walk to one of the stools and take a seat. Almost instantly he was approached by a young woman, with soft delicate features wearing a pedestrian version of the standard Chuunin gear, asking for his drink order. "I would like a bottle of your awamori and a glass of shikuwasa juice please."<i></i> Almost instantly the girl made a fake handseal and walked away. He started to get the sense that this establishment was meant for the people within the village who were not shinobi but enjoyed the concept of the life of a ninja. He chuckled to himself a little bit at the idea that such a place existed.
"Byakko Kyūji of Sunagakure. The lovely brawler hails from Wind Country but don't let her good looks fool you, that armor is not just for show!"<i></i>
His attention instantly shot up to the televised match before him. He didn't realize that the tourney was still going on. A grin when on his face. That would explain why he hadn't seen his sensei since his arrival back in the village. Crossing his arms and leaning back in his stool the Yamanaka man would begin to watch the beginning of the match as he waited for his drink order to arrive.
This evening Shin was wearing rather casual apparel, for him at least. A tight pair of dark denim jeans had a low cut black tank tucked into them as the young man showed off his clearly defined body. His arms and visible portion of his chest were well toned, though he had no true bulk. A small stature ran in his family's genes and he was no exception. His ghostly blue eyes were piercing though the crowd and his golden blonde hair almost glowed in the light. His fair skin had barely any markings on it which was rare for a shinobi, but he was a medical ninja and a genjutsuist so he wasn't much for hand to hand combat. Dark boots and a belt would finish his attire, but overall it was probably clear to many that this young man was playing for a different team... if you catch my drift. Walking through the district of the Sietch Zensunna which housed many shops of varying cuisine caused his stomach to growl.
It had probably been hours since he had anything to eat or drink, but where to go? Nothing sounded exceptionally good, but there was a lot of ruckus coming from one restaurant more so than the others. Intrigued by the unison cheering and hollering from within Shin decided to try out this place.
Ushi no Yasei Seibutsu<i></i> was the name of this establishment and it did not seem to follow the same design as the surrounding eateries. Walking into the shop Shin would see that it was more of a bar than anything, but there were a series of television devises along each wall and the network of bars all allowed the patrons to face them. There were a couple of table areas in the center but they were all filled with families. There were few open seats, but at the bar nearest the doors had a few open seats. Willing to take the chance the newly crowned Overseer of the Chikamatsu Clan would walk to one of the stools and take a seat. Almost instantly he was approached by a young woman, with soft delicate features wearing a pedestrian version of the standard Chuunin gear, asking for his drink order. "I would like a bottle of your awamori and a glass of shikuwasa juice please."<i></i> Almost instantly the girl made a fake handseal and walked away. He started to get the sense that this establishment was meant for the people within the village who were not shinobi but enjoyed the concept of the life of a ninja. He chuckled to himself a little bit at the idea that such a place existed.
"Byakko Kyūji of Sunagakure. The lovely brawler hails from Wind Country but don't let her good looks fool you, that armor is not just for show!"<i></i>
His attention instantly shot up to the televised match before him. He didn't realize that the tourney was still going on. A grin when on his face. That would explain why he hadn't seen his sensei since his arrival back in the village. Crossing his arms and leaning back in his stool the Yamanaka man would begin to watch the beginning of the match as he waited for his drink order to arrive.
