Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-24714922-20170731131148/@comment-24714922-20170731231834

As Michirama sat in silence and ate, the sounds of the city soon faded away as a sort of symphonic sound began to fill his ears. There was a weak chakra within the sound, he could tell that much. He finished his dumpling and flicked the stick into the water before heading in the direction of the sound. He wanted to know its origins, he wasn't a massive music fan, but he knew when a tune was good. Soon enough, the closer he got to the sounds, the thicker the crowd became. It eventually got to a point where he was forcing himself, past people, ignoring their cries of annoyance, even going so far as to shove people to the sides with his sword until finally, he was standing at the front, able to see the boy and his strange metal pipe.

Like many others in the crowd, Michirama was entranced by the music, finding himself unable to really pull away from it, was it a genjutsu? He couldn't really tell what it was, he looked around as people in the crowd filled the small bowl with money. A lot of money actually, he was surprised by the amount the boy was raking in. He compared his own income to this and figured there was a strong chance he was in the wrong profession. Michirama leant against his katana as he enjoyed the music, even going so far as to donate a pretty hefty amount for an 11 year old. Michi's purple eyes would be basically locked on Caspian, convinced there was more to this boy due to the use of chakra in the music.

Should the crowds start to disperse, Michi would end up as the last one standing there.