The typical festivities of a Shinobi rented beach would be underway as the meticulous teen neared the sandy shores, witnessing a few bewildering sights for what was meant to be a casual beach day - a child and what looked to be a perfect copy of himself competing in an intense match of volleyball. Kutari would taste the salty air as he inhaled deeply, allowing a pending sigh to escape his person as he already regretted traveling to the event, reluctance encased upon his face as he was in no mood to obtain another headache that day. Animosity revealing itself to the world beyond as he carried an intense glare led by his glowing amber eyes as they reflected upon the threatening sun above, though his irritation was by no means limited to his eyes, it’s presence known throughout his entire body as a dense sensation would ooze out. Not only did his aura project his disinterest in his presence there, but the light umbar shaded Uchiha would be dressed in his typical clothing which he made a habit of wearing, to quantify the amount of detachment he had to the beach party. Though by no means he wished to be there, having a much greater affinity to utilize his day off training, it came to be a more tactical arrangement then anything. The council of Konoha, wishing to brighten the spirits of their military might after a grueling few months, would be very pleased to see one of their more troubled Jounin participate in group activity despite a lack of military involvement. It’d be advantageous to simply play nice and cooperate with the scene at hand, without him conversing simply being present would get the council off his back and maybe buy a bit of time to himself. Though to be fair Kutari is quite surprised they’ve tried so hard with him, essentially attempting to implement a rabid dog with little sense of loyalty into their society, though so far he’s done quite well compared to how he naturally is.
As he was in a trance of frustration contemplating his current situation, he’d return to reality as the uneven sand beneath him would become farther away then his methodical walking could handle, catching himself in what was a few inches difference from before. Looking down as his shaggy light brown hair dangled in front of him, he’d recognize what had just happened before surveying his surroundings. The boy from earlier participating in a volleyball match with himself had seemed to finally found an opponent to face being an even shorter child that seemed up for the challenge. Losing sight of the volleyball match as he glanced around more, he’d happen upon a girl with an absurd amount of books stacked atop of another by her side, casually invested within the current book in hand. A heavy weight of disappointment would embody him realizing he could of taken the time at the beach to read one of his own books, having a grand amount to choose from, his interest lacking a suitable limit as a tale written upon sheets of paper would be nothing more but enchanting. He’d consider requesting to browse her collection for an alluring story later on as he continued looking throughout the flock of individuals present, finding no other unique situations taking place with a swift glance, at least for the time being. Exhausting his interest in the moment, he’d turn towards the snack shop that he passed not too long ago, making a quick pivot to his back right as he closed the distance between his intended target.
Having heard that all food and beverages would be free for the day on the beach, Kutari planned to take advantage of what he would get for virtually nothing other then his time, though as he skipped breakfast in order to train it would be a fair exchange. As he walked beside the outside tables meant to seat any customers of the bar, he’d lock his eyes upon a particular woman amongst the scarce customers to be had, the majority likely out on the beach enjoying their time while their orders were being cooked. Though he made little effort to remember Genin and the likes assuming they’d die off or retire before reaching anything higher, the Uchiha made sure to recall the various Jounin of the village as they were essentially his rivals, the elite of the village. If he recalled correctly, her name was Masuyo, having heard a few of the typical stories which made her the level of a Jounin, though ever able to experience her strength firsthand. Looking her over as he continued his walk toward the bar, she came off as being the typical airhead enjoying what seemed to be a relaxing vacation, though Kutari was no fool, knowing well that masks were ever present within the Shinobi world, a personality by no means suggested strength or weakness. His curiosity remained true as he made no attempt to shroud his gazes, intrigued in the type of fight they would have if the opportunity arises, a cool face suggesting distant thought as he pondered in his head, spectating the woman.
He’d continue staring at her until he was beside her table, a blank stare as his perplexed eyes rested upon her skin, though making sure to utilize his peripheral vision to not lose sight of where he was going or what may be in his way. As he passed her table, he’d release his gaze as he continued to look forward at his destination, thoughts of combat rising within his mind as he pondered the thought of partaking in the bloody dance with her, looking to combat powerful opponents.
Once in front of the bar, he’d look upon the menu as he already had a meal in mind, wishing to satisfy his desires with whatever would be similar to the food he had in mind. Speaking calmly though with a distant tone, he’d order his meal as if reading off of a mundane list.
“A number four well done, with chips on the side and a glass of water.”
Retrieving his glass of water, he’d take a seat on a deserted table outside, taking his time to sit down and bide his time, waiting for his meal to finish. The day continued to be extravagant as it was the ideal afternoon, though Kutari remained oblivious to its nature and meaning, the miraculous rays of light unable to pierce the abyss which enveloped Kutari. Facing the ongoing beach as the flailing waters crashed to his right, the euphoric aroma from the bar to his left, he remained dissociated from the world around as he stared dazedly into the glass.