A little after three o'clock in the afternoon and Yomoko had just finished tutoring a few Haku kids from the academy that needed help in controlling their new ice cold chakra. It felt good that the older Haku could still teach the young ones of the village and help them grow into the best he could be. With everything that Yomoko had been through in his life he was surprised he could do anything at all and was still alive to tell the tale. The retired ANBU lieutenant and now Jounin of Cloud came into the inner city to window browse. It was his first day reinstated as part of the Shinobi workforce. He had been cleared by doctors saying he was healthy enough to do the job, yet council hadn't assigned him a mission as of yet. Though it being his first day and being older than most the shinobi around now, they may not know whom to stick him with. Yomoko always had a particular skill at working alone and getting the job done... alone. He did just fine working in a team but he preferred to do things by himself. Even as he grew older and was forced to working in teams more he still took the occasional mission working it alone and getting the job done quietly and swiftly, as if he never left the village in the first place.
Today as he window shopped and enjoyed the town, Yomoko wore his blue robe with a black shirt and pants under neath. His hair was more tamed from how he used to look and now to how his hair was short and slick. His snowy white eyes hadn't changed a bit. Still that determined look from when he was a kid and he fought Santaru Rin, gaining the lightning scar that runs down his back to his waist. His Haku clan tattoo was covered on his right should by his robes and shirt. He found a window of a small trinket shop and looked in fixating on a silver wolf looking up at the sky as if he were howling at the moon. It reminded him of his childhood as how he always wanted to find where he belong. Through the grace of Rin and allowing to join the ANBU corps, he found his place within the village. However the now unretired jounin just remembered the memories that taught him the lessons that he still kept with him today on this sunny day in Kumo.
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{Free rp, anyone welcome... bare with me... getting back into the swing of things for rping. Look at my Avy and sig for what Yomoko looks like}
Today as he window shopped and enjoyed the town, Yomoko wore his blue robe with a black shirt and pants under neath. His hair was more tamed from how he used to look and now to how his hair was short and slick. His snowy white eyes hadn't changed a bit. Still that determined look from when he was a kid and he fought Santaru Rin, gaining the lightning scar that runs down his back to his waist. His Haku clan tattoo was covered on his right should by his robes and shirt. He found a window of a small trinket shop and looked in fixating on a silver wolf looking up at the sky as if he were howling at the moon. It reminded him of his childhood as how he always wanted to find where he belong. Through the grace of Rin and allowing to join the ANBU corps, he found his place within the village. However the now unretired jounin just remembered the memories that taught him the lessons that he still kept with him today on this sunny day in Kumo.
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WC: 419
{Free rp, anyone welcome... bare with me... getting back into the swing of things for rping. Look at my Avy and sig for what Yomoko looks like}