The Fields of Clay [Private]

[Kodoma Yoshihisa]

"But of course it is the right quality! It is meant to be art on its own, before being spoiled and wasted by the likes of you, you little punk! Now get out of here! When the far more experienced Shinobi in a field of practice you're only scrapping the first layer of tells you to get out, it might indeed be better not to think about it too much or too long. And if that didn't come to mind, then alarm bells -might- just start ringing at the sight of a pair of mouth-hands, ready to blow you away at any given time. Oh, wait..

Letting out a sigh, Yoshihisa closes the door of the shop behind him, knowing very well that he should have chosen his words a bit more carefully. Combining the antsy nature with a no-tolerance policy when it comes to critique about their art, the Toujigikou were perhaps not the best shopkeepers in all of Iwagakure. Still they held unto something he wasn't going to progress without: Their trademark clay, capable of mixing with the chakra possessed by the clan which wasn't going to be found in many different places, and even then he would have to be on his toes to make sure it was a legitimate product instead of some knockoff. And well, that question could just as easily be a problem too, given the results of his visit. "I think there won't be another way around it but to apologize next time if I get the chance for it. That is if I want to keep it affordable with my savings running low lately. Another sigh followed as he strolled down the lane without much hope of finding another store around this district that wouldn't be ending up in a waste of time.

On one side, he couldn't blame them, giving their current position on the social ladder to be forced to live in such a place. On the other hand, he was pretty happy with the limbs he had now and didn't think being knocked into a critical condition was going to help him any. His original limbs, mind you. Yoshihisa still couldn't stand his new 'additions', which were currently tearing at his belt in their everlasting and mindless frenzy for more food. "Gigigigiigii!" There was no denying in their use, but to him it was still like a curse that couldn't possibly make up for it. That despite the knowledge that, with several years of training under your belt one could easily subdue the mouths to make them refrain from their current behavior. Some of the clan even befriended them! It wa-.. Before he knew it, he had crashed into the person in front of him when he was lost to his train of thought. "Sorry, I wasn't exactly paying attention. I hope nothing happened?"

 

[Kodoma Yoshihisa]

With the scowl playing on the pedestrian's face saying more than a thousand words could possibly insult the young Shinobi, Yoshihisa just decided to quickly sneak by the man before continuing onwards without any actual clears directions in mind, not that he should be having any at that. All with all the day had almost come to an end, and it had been an awfully long one at that, for it became harder with the minute for him to keep his eyes from falling shut only to open again after he had taken it upon himself to get a good night's rest, no matter if he had actually had obtained the one thing he had been looking for.

Perhaps it would indeed be for the best if he would head home now, for there were no signs of any other Toujigikou owned stores in the whole district for as far as he could tell, making it a somewhat stubborn race against the clock. That and the enormously high risk he would be calling upon himself if he wasn't fully awake during the next negotiation: Whether to be proud or to despise his heritage at times like these, but it couldn't be argued that for all that it was worth, the members of the Toujigikou had a certain 'advantage' which made going against them not exactly profitable. Yoshihisa's features warped in the form of a troubled smirk, as this was exactly the one thing he would one day have to leave to live with. That and the currently chirping pair occupying the palms of his hands.

"Gigigigigiii..!"

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