Walking across the dark and dank hollowed out building, the loud hustling and bustling of government officials and their secretaries waltzed around, back and forth, in and out of the different offices located on the right side of the hallway, the light from the windows on the opposite side shined through the trees outside, skimming outside one would notice they were on the 2nd floor with a vast and open green area, on the other side the corner of the building was visible as the building was set up as an opened box.
The estranged sense of importance of this building was visible for even the youngest of children, as the symbols, markings and intricate designs easily made one wonder of how they were even managed to be created in the first place, a trait many, if not all government owned buildings.
Granted there were offices of all the sorts, varying from commerce, to politics, from civilian loans, to bank officials.
Everything one would imagine covered all the base needs of a city such as Kumogakure.
And there in the midst of the hustle and bustle, the light brown skinned boy, only 18 years wandered in between, his arms tucked in from the sides, to try and avoid busting into someone.
He had a concerned and slightly frightened look upon his face, granted he was used to crowds, and used to people wandering close to him, but usually they all had their eyes and attention directed at him, or they were a crowd cheering on him and his group.
This on the other hand was nothing but wild crowd bustling back and forth seemingly with no cause or concern for their fellow men. And not to mention a Shinobi.
With a small piece of paper held tightly in his hand, and dressed in his usual day-to-day attire of the white training outfit he walked.
The estranged sense of importance of this building was visible for even the youngest of children, as the symbols, markings and intricate designs easily made one wonder of how they were even managed to be created in the first place, a trait many, if not all government owned buildings.
Granted there were offices of all the sorts, varying from commerce, to politics, from civilian loans, to bank officials.
Everything one would imagine covered all the base needs of a city such as Kumogakure.
And there in the midst of the hustle and bustle, the light brown skinned boy, only 18 years wandered in between, his arms tucked in from the sides, to try and avoid busting into someone.
He had a concerned and slightly frightened look upon his face, granted he was used to crowds, and used to people wandering close to him, but usually they all had their eyes and attention directed at him, or they were a crowd cheering on him and his group.
This on the other hand was nothing but wild crowd bustling back and forth seemingly with no cause or concern for their fellow men. And not to mention a Shinobi.
With a small piece of paper held tightly in his hand, and dressed in his usual day-to-day attire of the white training outfit he walked.