Board Thread:Hidden Mist Village/@comment-44040794-20191128095155/@comment-24714922-20191128100510

The cool air of Kirigakure bit at his skin, the dampness of the mist lingered all over, nothing was every truly dry in the village. Kikin, a twisted, cruel young man and one of Kirigakure's brightest ninja prowled the streets of the village, a growing hunger pain causing his stomach to rumble loudly. "Unbelievable ..." He muttered to himself as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. He wore mostly standard issue gear up to the shirt, which was instead a mesh shirt with a fur lined jacket over the top.

He continued to prowl through the streets, stopping from time to time to inspect food stores before carrying on, he had peculiar tastes and nothing on display really hit the mark. His wandering was bringing him closer to the docks, the smell of fresh fish was causing his stomach to rumble even more. He barged through groups of children playing in the streets, paying them no mind other than a scowl. Eventually, he'd round a corner and barge into the other shinobi out on the streets on this early morning. "Watch it ...." he growled, making the effort to push him away.