The fog hung low on the morning air and the chill nipped at Masakano’s caramel nose, it was the usual type of morning in the land of clouds. Wearily the young shinobi had drug herself out of bed to start her day, she had hastily scarfed down a few oranges and a glass of milk before deciding to make her way to the marketplace. She was running low on supplies within her small studio apartment, needless to say her father’s funds were simply not making it to her either. She had been completing small missions here and there to sustain herself however it still left her eating a poor diet; and that just simply wasn’t enough for a growing kunoichi.
As she waltzed her way into the market she admired all of the storefronts, some offered the freshest meats, others produce and weapons. There was such a range of diversity in this area of the village and even if she had no money to spend, she still liked to look.
“Hnn?"
She stopped, admiring a dango stand that graced the market plaza. The fresh dumplings seemed to be calling her name, however as she fished around in her pocket for some Yen she only found pocket lint. She sighed and looked towards the storekeeper with a dazed expression. There was no way a hardworking man like that would simply give free food to a miscreant. She dropped her head and walked off, her bright amber optics scanning the ground for misplaced coin instead of focusing ahead where she was walking.
As she waltzed her way into the market she admired all of the storefronts, some offered the freshest meats, others produce and weapons. There was such a range of diversity in this area of the village and even if she had no money to spend, she still liked to look.
“Hnn?"
She stopped, admiring a dango stand that graced the market plaza. The fresh dumplings seemed to be calling her name, however as she fished around in her pocket for some Yen she only found pocket lint. She sighed and looked towards the storekeeper with a dazed expression. There was no way a hardworking man like that would simply give free food to a miscreant. She dropped her head and walked off, her bright amber optics scanning the ground for misplaced coin instead of focusing ahead where she was walking.