The sun hung high overhead as Tenshi made his way through the market. His eyes scanned over the various shop signs, looking for those that sold weapons. Tenshi had recently graduated from the ninja academy, and was now a full fledged Genin. Over the course of his training, the young Fujio had taken up learnind the basics of the sword, and how it was time to upgrade his arsenal, specifically picking up a real sword to replace the beat up boken he had learned with.
Though he was adamant in his quest to pick up a sword, he kept running into the same problem; money. His family were refugees after all, meaning they didn't exactly have a lot of money. And as the first member of his family to become a shinobi since their joining the village, no one had yet to start taking up missions to earn for them. But all that was going to change! If he could find a suitable weapon that is...
Looking down at the boken he'd been carrying around, it's wood beaten and splintering, he let out a sigh. "I hope I can have a real weapon before my first mission..."
Though he was adamant in his quest to pick up a sword, he kept running into the same problem; money. His family were refugees after all, meaning they didn't exactly have a lot of money. And as the first member of his family to become a shinobi since their joining the village, no one had yet to start taking up missions to earn for them. But all that was going to change! If he could find a suitable weapon that is...
Looking down at the boken he'd been carrying around, it's wood beaten and splintering, he let out a sigh. "I hope I can have a real weapon before my first mission..."
