The village hidden in the clouds. It was an odd name, and the helmeted shinobi had memories of a time where he feared high places because of it. With a name like lightning country, being closer to the clouds didn’t sound like a good idea. The memories put a grin on Bōken’s face as the recently promoted genin relaxed on one of the lower rooftops. It was midday and around the time the armored genin would be expected to arrive at the clan house around this time and have lunch with the others. Today was a special day however and forced Bōken’s attention elsewhere. Today was training day.
In wait for his companions, Bōken rose to his feet from the perch he’d taken. The genin rolled his shoulders and was met with the loud clanking of his armor. It wasn’t the norms to try moving around with this much equipment, but Kagetsu were always a cut above the rest. The gear just helped prove that point a little more upfront.
“They’re gonna be late.” Bōken mumbled to himself as he continued to stretch.
As the shinobi finished his stretching, the large backpack Bōken brought began to tip over, knocked around by his foot. The backpack and its contents had been expensive to attain. The Kagetsu clan taxed them heavily, as it was their duty to provide. The income Bōken had left to purchase even the supplies he’d prepared for training had to be attained through side jobs. The extra workload between training and normal shinobi work may have been overloaded for some, but that was simply their way.
“Hurry up,” Bōken exclaimed aloud, kneeling down to collect his backpack, “The butter is gonna melt!”
In wait for his companions, Bōken rose to his feet from the perch he’d taken. The genin rolled his shoulders and was met with the loud clanking of his armor. It wasn’t the norms to try moving around with this much equipment, but Kagetsu were always a cut above the rest. The gear just helped prove that point a little more upfront.
“They’re gonna be late.” Bōken mumbled to himself as he continued to stretch.
As the shinobi finished his stretching, the large backpack Bōken brought began to tip over, knocked around by his foot. The backpack and its contents had been expensive to attain. The Kagetsu clan taxed them heavily, as it was their duty to provide. The income Bōken had left to purchase even the supplies he’d prepared for training had to be attained through side jobs. The extra workload between training and normal shinobi work may have been overloaded for some, but that was simply their way.
“Hurry up,” Bōken exclaimed aloud, kneeling down to collect his backpack, “The butter is gonna melt!”