Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-24714922-20161102224557/@comment-24937485-20161105011541

It was still dark outside and quite cold due to the time of year. Thankfully the Leaf had been spared from snowfall as of yet but the harsh cold winds and occasional downpour left much to be desired. Amongst the many streets of Konoha one was home to a jewelry store which belonged to the Yamanaka clan. Although they wouldn’t open for another three hours, the door swung wide and a simple black umbrella poked out into the cold air. There was the sound of raindrops splashing against its waterproof surface before it opened as a teenage boy stepped outside and closed the door behind him.



Like many Yamanaka he had blonde hair but instead of a ponytail he had a topknot that held the upper half of his golden locks in a bun behind the back of his head, the rest of his hair combed hind his ears and flowing down his neck. The bun was held in place by a green ribbon and it was more than obvious that this guy took good care of his hair. But his style was in order too, wearing closed-toe shinobi boots, white flak pants, and a yellow collared long black shirt that reached down half a ft below his waist, akin to a tunic but far lighter and more luxurious material which was tightly fitted around the lean but well-shaped upper torso of this youth, but fitted loosely around his slim hips.





His right ear was pierced by a black ring that matched the one around his finger. A fashionable man indeed. And, after brushing off a speck of dust, he finally set off with a focused and determined gaze. It’d take him about three minutes to get to where he had to be so he knew that he’d have 15 seconds left to spare if he took 30 seconds getting some breakfast ramen and tea, and took two minutes eating it. “that leaves me with fifteen additional seconds if anything unusual happens in the next six minutes.”. Luckily nothing did and the teenagers tight schedule was correct as usual.



Arriving at the center of town, the blonde threw his empty carton away in a trashcan before looking around at the people getting ready for work. But then he noticed a slightly familiar, large and bulky, boy whose name circled around town lately. Walking up at a steady but calm pace, back upright in a perfect vertical line lie the shaft of his umbrella, the Yamanaka known as Hoshi sat down on the bench beside Ieyasu. “Staring around like that will only draw suspicion. Here.”. The Yamanaka took a chocolate bar from his pocket and broke it in two before handing Ieyasu half. “Sharing candy should make it seem like you were just waiting for me. If we’re going to snoop around I suggest a better location or….”. Hoshi had a look on his face that suggested something more devious, or cunning. It was hard to say by the confidence that shone in his bright eyes as he looked at Ieyasu and smiled while eating the chocolate. A fake smile, but very well acted.

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