Chōdayū would, in her capacity as a Genin, be handling a seemingly unimportant task for the village of Kumo one untroubled afternoon. The turning of the season had not yet grasped these inidle streets with their chill, a peek of autumn 'round the corner and one last wave from summer days. In truth, this was a state attempt at community outreach - and from all current candidates, Chōdayū was the ... most free. They also believed it would help to further acclimate her with the finer duty and purpose of being a ninja of the Cloud: the Village itself. It couldn't all be grand magic battles and falling on swords, the maws of dragons and demonic possession. Somebody had to make sure peace didn't mean stagnation and deliquency. Somebody had to think of the children.
Today, Chōdayū would be that somebody. There were two tiny girls - Kaya and Miri - relinquished to her noble hands and noble cause by exhausted parents, and they had a very clear goal: run the best got danged lemonade stand a wartorn mountain country had ever seen. Ideally, without any bloodshed, and while avoiding the piercing gaze of inspectors, agents, and generally displeasant adults all ... but would Chōdayū's poise hold through the perils of community service?
Kaya, shy, gripped the back of the older lady's haori - staring from behind at their makeshift stand of wood and crayon that needed a touch up before the vaulted Lemonade could be served. Miri, rambunctious, was trying and failing to juggle the honorable lemons behind this stand. How will this harrow clear?
[ E Rank Modded / 1k WC (2x) Target ]
[ 266 ]
[ i don't forgive you for this ]
Today, Chōdayū would be that somebody. There were two tiny girls - Kaya and Miri - relinquished to her noble hands and noble cause by exhausted parents, and they had a very clear goal: run the best got danged lemonade stand a wartorn mountain country had ever seen. Ideally, without any bloodshed, and while avoiding the piercing gaze of inspectors, agents, and generally displeasant adults all ... but would Chōdayū's poise hold through the perils of community service?
Kaya, shy, gripped the back of the older lady's haori - staring from behind at their makeshift stand of wood and crayon that needed a touch up before the vaulted Lemonade could be served. Miri, rambunctious, was trying and failing to juggle the honorable lemons behind this stand. How will this harrow clear?
[ E Rank Modded / 1k WC (2x) Target ]
[ 266 ]
[ i don't forgive you for this ]