The day was lifted by a warm breeze and the marketplace buzzed as usual. Ren had arrived before the pink framed storefront. He was told he would meet his "teammate" at the store that needed some sort of help. It seemed like overkill to have two ninja assigned to such a small task but it was not for him to decide. "Doo dee doo." Hummed Ren to himself, reaching for the brass doorknob and entering the small store.
Behind the clustered counter stood a short grey haired man. He was rushing and placing things here and there with a fast hand. "Oh ma boy. They sent you finally. I need you for a VERY importany task.. You need to watch the store for 3 hours boy." The old man's eye were wide open like an owl as he spoke down to Ren with the sadly unexciting task. Before Ren knew it, the store keys were slapped into his hand and the old man scuttled to the door, shrouding himself in a leather coat as he walked out the door. " Take care of my shop boy!" He yelled out before the door slammed and a small bell rattled off. This all happened within one confusing minute that left Ren standing in the middle of the shop holding his hand out with the keys in them still. "Damn old man.." Muttered Ren as he pocketed the keys and began to wander around the shop.
Nothing but housewares and general food items littered the clustered store. Ren let out of a huff of a breathe as he assume his position behind the counter. This was the glory of being a Kirigakure ninja he guessed. It wasn't exactly the glory they promised but it would fill his wallet at the end of the day. As the minutes passed, Ren slipped out a kunai from his hip and balanced it on his index finger. "Yippee yoo." He let out in a crazed tone as the kunai began to float and spin above his finger. The door suddenly slammed open and the bell echoed through the shop. The sudden noise cracked Ren's concentration, making the kunai fall to the counter with a clank. A large man stood at the doorway of the shop. At least 300 pounds and nearly shorter than he was wide. A warm breeze from outside pushed the man's trash like essence right into Ren's face, enticing a disgusted look that he tried to hold back. The Man lumbered over to the counter, each step was its each mini earthquake. " Gimme some cigarettes kid." Ren looked up to the filthy being before him with a tight frown on his face as to seal out the stank. It was hard to even look the man in the eyes. Ren turned his back quickly and began searching for cigarettes. The old man had not exactly done the best job of running through the store before running off. Where the hell is my damn teammate. I need someone to take this bullet. Ren thought to himself, letting out a cough as he tried to find a breathe of clean air.
Behind the clustered counter stood a short grey haired man. He was rushing and placing things here and there with a fast hand. "Oh ma boy. They sent you finally. I need you for a VERY importany task.. You need to watch the store for 3 hours boy." The old man's eye were wide open like an owl as he spoke down to Ren with the sadly unexciting task. Before Ren knew it, the store keys were slapped into his hand and the old man scuttled to the door, shrouding himself in a leather coat as he walked out the door. " Take care of my shop boy!" He yelled out before the door slammed and a small bell rattled off. This all happened within one confusing minute that left Ren standing in the middle of the shop holding his hand out with the keys in them still. "Damn old man.." Muttered Ren as he pocketed the keys and began to wander around the shop.
Nothing but housewares and general food items littered the clustered store. Ren let out of a huff of a breathe as he assume his position behind the counter. This was the glory of being a Kirigakure ninja he guessed. It wasn't exactly the glory they promised but it would fill his wallet at the end of the day. As the minutes passed, Ren slipped out a kunai from his hip and balanced it on his index finger. "Yippee yoo." He let out in a crazed tone as the kunai began to float and spin above his finger. The door suddenly slammed open and the bell echoed through the shop. The sudden noise cracked Ren's concentration, making the kunai fall to the counter with a clank. A large man stood at the doorway of the shop. At least 300 pounds and nearly shorter than he was wide. A warm breeze from outside pushed the man's trash like essence right into Ren's face, enticing a disgusted look that he tried to hold back. The Man lumbered over to the counter, each step was its each mini earthquake. " Gimme some cigarettes kid." Ren looked up to the filthy being before him with a tight frown on his face as to seal out the stank. It was hard to even look the man in the eyes. Ren turned his back quickly and began searching for cigarettes. The old man had not exactly done the best job of running through the store before running off. Where the hell is my damn teammate. I need someone to take this bullet. Ren thought to himself, letting out a cough as he tried to find a breathe of clean air.