The Susukino distract was a unique existence among the streets of the village because no matter what time of year it was the district always had the same hustle and bustle of a festival going on, with street sellers shouting out food items while people stumbled in and out of clubs and tourists stood in the street admiring the architecture of the village displayed proudly. This atmosphere also brought in a large amount of of visitors looking for a good time which caused many business men of all types to set up businesses to attract the most foreign currency into their establishment and Misaka had found herself working at one such tourist trap due to her calm demeanour. Squashed rudely between a club and a theatre was a small lot that had been converted into a Shinto shrine on what appeared to be on a shoe string budget as the front contained a small prayer box full of slips of paper that required money to get one out while nearby a Sakura sampling sat stuffed into a pot a tad too small for it. Leading to the back of the lot was a cobbled path that led to a small shack that had been shoddily converted into a shrine to the Inari complete was a misshapen fox statue while Misaki herself stood before the shrine dressed in priestess regalia while holding a broom to sweep the front steps since her manager claimed that was what the priestess did but Misaka was sure he had just been watching too much anime.
When Misaka had applied for this job she had hoped to get some spending money from a respectable temple while she trained within the Ninja Academy but instead she was forced to work at a glorified tourist trap that mocked Misaka's own beliefs but it was the only job the girl could get so she continued her sweeping, her serene smile betraying the whirling pool of anger that was burning within her breast.
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WC: 332
When Misaka had applied for this job she had hoped to get some spending money from a respectable temple while she trained within the Ninja Academy but instead she was forced to work at a glorified tourist trap that mocked Misaka's own beliefs but it was the only job the girl could get so she continued her sweeping, her serene smile betraying the whirling pool of anger that was burning within her breast.
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WC: 332
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