He once more found himself wandering around the village. No real rhyme or reason to it all, just merely wanted to appreciate the village he now called home. It was evening, and the Commercial District was lit up for the occasion. Restaurants, hotels, businesses all beaming with life. Citizens and shinobi alike mingled in the hustle and bustle as they enjoyed the amenities the village had to offer. There was also some new flare introduced into the village, as the nomads and travelers who had migrated within their walls were now starting to incorporate their own identities into the village. He assumed, much like with any integration process, that there would be hesitancy for acceptance, on both sides but mostly of Suna towards the immigrants, but it was still nice that the discourse remained relatively low. He assumed the decades of constant doom and peril probably made the villagers worry less about those politely entering their village than those outright trying to rain death upon them, or at least that was his working theory.
He would then pause for a moment as he would happen upon a little girl performing on the corner of an upcoming intersection. She was a nomad child who was using her natural ability to manipulate the sand, a rather scarce ability for a country made almost entirely of desert land. She didn't have the best control but she struggled and toiled as the floating cloud of sand would dance around her before lifting up and shifting into various shapes. People would stop and through out a suggestion, to test the girl, and she would answer in full.
"Make this symbol"
The girl would nod as she would form the symbol of Sunagakure no Sato.
"Perfect! Stop by the Kazekage tower tomorrow, I think we can work out something to have your performance at the upcoming Sennin Games!"
MFT - 310
He would then pause for a moment as he would happen upon a little girl performing on the corner of an upcoming intersection. She was a nomad child who was using her natural ability to manipulate the sand, a rather scarce ability for a country made almost entirely of desert land. She didn't have the best control but she struggled and toiled as the floating cloud of sand would dance around her before lifting up and shifting into various shapes. People would stop and through out a suggestion, to test the girl, and she would answer in full.
"Make this symbol"
The girl would nod as she would form the symbol of Sunagakure no Sato.
"Perfect! Stop by the Kazekage tower tomorrow, I think we can work out something to have your performance at the upcoming Sennin Games!"
MFT - 310