On this precious evening, laid the ponytail genin on his bed, who was thinking about how his day went. The yuki have had a ridiculously rough day. The tension began when his father sent him on an errand to buy a particular kind of flower at the village market. Unfortunately for Tsume, who was not familiar with the flower on the description list given to him by his father; he had a hard time locating the selling spot in the village market, as this was the first time he would be buying flowers at the market. The long queue at the selling point would draw the boy’s attention from afar off, and thanks to this queue, he was able to finally locate the selling spot for the flower. The day was still young and the sun was yet to reveal her full brightness, else the “queuers” and the rest of the villagers would have had their skin fried by the scorching sun.
Time flies, Tsume had spent thirty minutes on the queue, he would spend another thirty minutes before it would reach his turn to purchase the flower. The relief on the boy’s face says it all when he was handed over the flower; he could not wait to leave the space of these “queuers”. The moment the flower got into his hand, he would package it neatly and drop it into the cross bag he was carrying across his body. The black haired thought it was important that the flower was delivered to his father in good condition, as he did not know what the flower was needed for.
The yuki dressed in his usual shinobi attire; black turtle neck cloak, black pant and black shinobi sandals. The genin had bandages wrapped around his right hand and right leg; he had no injury, the bandages were simply worn to complete his looks. The genin’s ocean blue eyes pierced through his surroundings in search of a better adventure as he makes his way back home. The long queue had inflicted his knees with slight pain, but the beautiful view of the surrounding had nullified the pain, as he did not commit his mind to the pain he was feeling.
On getting home, the genin would hand over the flower to his father. Not having a good relationship with his dad, he would care less what the old man needed the flower for. The boy would walk out of the house to face the rest of the day.
WC: 420
Time flies, Tsume had spent thirty minutes on the queue, he would spend another thirty minutes before it would reach his turn to purchase the flower. The relief on the boy’s face says it all when he was handed over the flower; he could not wait to leave the space of these “queuers”. The moment the flower got into his hand, he would package it neatly and drop it into the cross bag he was carrying across his body. The black haired thought it was important that the flower was delivered to his father in good condition, as he did not know what the flower was needed for.
The yuki dressed in his usual shinobi attire; black turtle neck cloak, black pant and black shinobi sandals. The genin had bandages wrapped around his right hand and right leg; he had no injury, the bandages were simply worn to complete his looks. The genin’s ocean blue eyes pierced through his surroundings in search of a better adventure as he makes his way back home. The long queue had inflicted his knees with slight pain, but the beautiful view of the surrounding had nullified the pain, as he did not commit his mind to the pain he was feeling.
On getting home, the genin would hand over the flower to his father. Not having a good relationship with his dad, he would care less what the old man needed the flower for. The boy would walk out of the house to face the rest of the day.
WC: 420
