For some inexplicable reason, Sora kept finding himself drawn to the Black Bazaar. If it wasn't one thing, it was another, and time and time again he felt inclined to sample the wares that could only be found in this place that was far away from the sort of society that people most likely wanted to be a part of. While he was always aware of his surroundings, he like the fact that he could practice his stealthy nature in an environment where all sorts of the most wretched and scummy sort of individuals attempted to do the same. Whether it was other shinobi or ne'er-do-wells alike, he was finding that his ability to step in and out of precarious situations was getting better. In fact, he'd almost gotten himself into a thoroughly bad situation on one occasion because he'd made the mistake of stepping out into the open at the wrong time. Whereas many of his contemporaries figured that the Sennin Games would be the sort of event where fisticuffs would decide the final winners, Sora was certain that such a direct path would be a little too on the nose. No, they'd cast a wide net for a reason and that could only mean that brains just as much as the size of one's muscles would be a determining factor. Sora wasn't the strongest but if there was one thing that he could control, it was just how much knowledge he had on hand for when a situation turned sour. Committed to preparing himself for as many precarious situations as possible, he'd continue to train in the best way that he knew how.