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WC - 387
Chakra - 50/50
@Yoshitsune
Kyousuke would tense up as the girl pressed on his damaged shoulder. The pain would spread throughout his body, though it was nothing more than a mild sting. Thankfully the race was over and it was nothing he couldn’t ignore so long as a rematch wasn’t about to happen any time immediately. More than anything, the mild sting helped to divert his focus from the girl’s actions. Otherwise he would have been forced to just awkwardly stand still while she suddenly touched him without warning, at least this way he could instead awkwardly stand still whilst focusing on the pain. After a short moment it was over and— as if unaware of how unusual it was to just outright touch another person or simply lacking care— the girl would return to her extremely enthusiastic form. Cheeks reddening a brief “Uh... thanks.” Was all the Sasaki heir could say in response as he struggled to gather himself somewhat dazed.
The girl would introduce herself as Yoshitsune and confirm the assumption he had made. She was indeed a shinobi and much like him she had come to Kumogakure to further his training, albeit that was only partly why he had come to the cloud village. After the short interruption from the third— and forgotten— racer, the two would return to their conversation. “Not yet, I’ve actually just arrived awhile ago,” He said, pointing to the rucksack that he had left on the ground just before the race. “I might have to sort that out with the raikage and her people later, but otherwise I’ll be in Kumogakure long enough for a few rematches.”
The loud grumble of his stomach would then echo as he finished his sentence, almost on cue. He had spent the whole day in travel; walking, hiking, and just now on a race that had required a greater deal of effort that he had earlier estimated. His energy was spent, but luckily he had now more than enough ryo to spend on food. He looked to his stomach briefly, and then back to the kimono clad girl in front of him. “I’m guessing you know a lot more about the village than I do Yoshitsune… including all the good spots to eat. Care to accompany this samurai for lunch? It would be my treat of course.”
The girl would introduce herself as Yoshitsune and confirm the assumption he had made. She was indeed a shinobi and much like him she had come to Kumogakure to further his training, albeit that was only partly why he had come to the cloud village. After the short interruption from the third— and forgotten— racer, the two would return to their conversation. “Not yet, I’ve actually just arrived awhile ago,” He said, pointing to the rucksack that he had left on the ground just before the race. “I might have to sort that out with the raikage and her people later, but otherwise I’ll be in Kumogakure long enough for a few rematches.”
The loud grumble of his stomach would then echo as he finished his sentence, almost on cue. He had spent the whole day in travel; walking, hiking, and just now on a race that had required a greater deal of effort that he had earlier estimated. His energy was spent, but luckily he had now more than enough ryo to spend on food. He looked to his stomach briefly, and then back to the kimono clad girl in front of him. “I’m guessing you know a lot more about the village than I do Yoshitsune… including all the good spots to eat. Care to accompany this samurai for lunch? It would be my treat of course.”
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