Today Shin could deal with compared to the adventure that had led them to the sewers of Iwagakure no Sato. Still not believing that the previous day had happened and refusing to comment on in, Shin stared at the wall of the first shop they were tasked with restoring. Compared to the sewers, today he could handle, though he felt like he could still smell the sewers no matter where he went; a long shower certainly hadn’t helped his nose forget the smell, he could only hope cleaning the graffiti off these walls would at least provide a well enough distraction to forget about it temporarily.
The piece of art before him, if it could even be called that, was simply a skull that didn’t know like a skull whatsoever. Though it wasn’t the only addition to this one wall, for there was a second piece of art that joined it upon sidewall of the bookstore. This at least looked like something reasonable; a rat… or a mouse. Shin didn’t care which one it was for it would soon be removed from the wall before him. Looking down before him at the rags, gloves, sponges and canisters of paint remover, Shin let out a breath of relief that at least today would be far simpler than the sewer had been. Grabbing a pair of gloves and putting them on, Shin reached for one of the canisters of paint removed.
The piece of art before him, if it could even be called that, was simply a skull that didn’t know like a skull whatsoever. Though it wasn’t the only addition to this one wall, for there was a second piece of art that joined it upon sidewall of the bookstore. This at least looked like something reasonable; a rat… or a mouse. Shin didn’t care which one it was for it would soon be removed from the wall before him. Looking down before him at the rags, gloves, sponges and canisters of paint remover, Shin let out a breath of relief that at least today would be far simpler than the sewer had been. Grabbing a pair of gloves and putting them on, Shin reached for one of the canisters of paint removed.