Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170721003250

Doing the same thing over and over again in Konoha lost its charm pretty quickly. Michirama recalled the last few days if not weeks which had been jam packed with nothing but training, training and even more training. Today, Michirama wandered the streets of Konoha looking for something fresh, something new and exciting to experience. While he understood that training was crucial he also understood that he was fucking bored with it. He wanted action, mystery and adventure and his usual routine just wasn't providing that.

As Michirama wandered the town, searching down back alleys and back streets for anything that would prove to be interesting he eventually stumbled across a building he'd never seen before. The Sagara Gambling Den. As a twelve-year-old, he'd never actually given gambling or gambling den's even a moment of sport. He shifted his Katana on his shoulder and stood up straighter, making himself look more confident. It didn't matter how much the blonde boy tried to blend in with the crowds, his purple, ripple patterned eyes always resulted in people staring or commentating.

With a deep breath to steel himself, Michirama pushed open the doors of the Gambling Den and stepped inside, perhaps this place would hold his attention? 