
Kazamatsuri Sho
Fingertips course through satin raven locks, all the while tundra orbs scan over the village top to assess the situation at hand. Kazamatsuri Sho had been awoken from his slumber, the medical sennin needing him for the time being. Stretching his arms upwards, a yawn escapes the lips of the Nara, What a hassle, to clean the village figures engraved faces. The only consolation prize is that I will not be alone doing so." his tone flat, nearly void of emotion. The shinobi blessed by the winds reduced to removing the debris of fowls and the occasional pranks of children.
Located conveniently at his side were two buckets, each filled with ordinary water, two scrub brushes and upon the rock a set of mops. Ironically enough, the Nara ponders upon the efficiency of utilizing the crude tools and certain ninjutsu would be far more effective. The only worry would be chipping away the carvings, but at the end of the day he certainly could care less. Shaking his head he awaits for the fiery academy student to aid, certainly not going to get a head start. Leaning over the handle of the mop is clasped tightly, swung upwards and maneuvered about through the air expertly, "Rusty, I've been far too listless." he comments in a stoic tone.
This village not his home, but in order to allow 'her' to live the life she dreamed of, Sho forced to be within the village of Konohagakure. An not so ordinary missing shinobi refusing the request of a Sennin was unrealistic, but there were certainly other matters to discuss at a later point. Adjusting his shoulder, the shinobi focuses chakra to his feet, a familiar teal chakra veils his typical shinobi footwear, allowing the mop to trail against the rock. Under his right arm the scrub brush and soon enough the lad halts to gaze at the nose of Umashiashikabihikoji, "I wonder if anyone has actually cleaned this..." he murmurs aloud.
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