Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-26427225-20160316195001/@comment-27375402-20160317034003

The sun arose slowly as Ryouta basked in the rays that shone upon the bright blonde hair of the child, his golden orbs gleaming whilst he stared forth, sweat dripping from his forehead as he remained within the midst of the street just outside a sushi store, it was around 6:30 am and the child had just returned from his daily routine within the training grounds to ensure that he would return with the food he was instructed to deliver. Frustration loomed however whilst the Genin gazed upon those who would arrive later than himself yet were permitted to be served first simply due to familiarity with the staff present.

To disguise the slow, steady rising aggression the child felt towards the rather rude intrusive customers, the boy whistles a tune to himself, tapping his right foot repeatedly for the next 5 minutes before he was finally able to make his order, though he wasn’t quite sure what kind of diets to accommodate for. Caught somewhat speechless, his head lowers in disappointment before returning to the line’s rear to offer more time to ponder upon the options.

Another 10 minutes pass by before he returns to the head of the line with a wide grin and orders prepared, the child asked for 3 separate boxes, within the first was an order of Futomaki, cylindrical sushi diced sushi into 6 separate sections wrapped in nori otherwise known as seaweed. The child asked for it to be filled with exclusively vegetable fillings to accommodate for any of the team that may be vegetarian, whilst gazing back towards the menu that hung above the employee’s head. He points towards the subsection that read Tsunamayomaki which seemed to be filled with tuna and mayonnaise, which left the child’s mouth somewhat watering at the idea of consuming it.

The Tsunamayomaki was quite similar to the Futomaki, however half the size in terms of thickness when compared to the Futomaki. Tapping at his chin his eyes continue to scan the menu once more a moment before a wide smile riddled the child’s lips as he pointed towards the somewhat appealing image beside the name Inarizushi as the chefs prepared rice contained within a sealed encasement of deep fried tofu and placed enough to fill the third box.

The child had left the store at approximately 6:50 am before approaching the main street, though he crouches behind the sign for the Ramen shop as he sensed another presence, peaking out as a shadow passes, he saw the sensei he was set to meet, slowly he snuck around, masking his presence behind nearby objects and tip-toeing past the shinobi by the gates before Haruka had instructed them to make it difficult for the Genin to get past.

Luckily by the time she had done so, he had dove into a bush near the gates before they returned back inside the village to guard the gates from any incoming Genin. With naught but an expression of mischief, he steps out of the bushes and makes a mad dash to the training field before anyone would notice his presence, arriving by the gate with the sushi boxes in hand, panting somewhat before stepping forth and mumbling.

“Sensei… I’ve… brought… the food” as the words had been let out, he stood upright, wiping away the sweat beating down from his forehead and caught his breath, he followed his instructions to the very last detail. He stood there before her in his training attire, a white shirt decorated with a slightly creamy white pattern amongst his, a black vest over the shirt with his clan symbol on its back, his headband with Konohagakure’s leaf symbol residing in the middle of the metal plate hanging loosely down the Genin’s neck, tied behind the base of it.

The Genin also wore shorts which ended just beneath both knees as well as sneakers upon his feet, there were four pouches in total, a single one strapped to the right sleeve of the short sleeve white shirt, another pouch alone strapped to the left leg of his shorts and 2 found behind the child’s waist, attached to a belt wrapped around the brim of his shorts, each carrying his weapon and tools, the boy stretches outwards before bowing before his assigned team captain, stepping forth to place the boxes of sushi on the floor before the Jounin.

