Killing time
Dec 5, 2007 21:13:35 GMT -7
Post by natsuketakeda on Dec 5, 2007 21:13:35 GMT -7
Renato walked through the busy port town. He was waiting on a ship to pull into the harbor so that he could leave the Thunder country. But The ship wasn't due for several hours, so in the mean time, he would have to find somethign to waste his time doing.
Walked down the streets, he could see people trying to sell fish or imported goods from a variety of countries. All vendors sold different goods, but all shared a familiar need. Money. It was money that drove Renato at this point. His family barely kept in contact with him, and only because they wanted him to come back. But he couldn't go back. No, because Renato was not a shinobi, he felt that he brought shame to his father. His father, now dead, was a great shinobi of the village hidden in the clouds. But Renato could never grasp chakra efficiently, and was thrown out of the academies.
So now he did all he could do. Fight. He may not have been a shinobi, but he learned to fight like one, he learned to use Taijutsu, which was the physical art of combat that shinobi practiced. So with that he could do what shinobi could. He could fight on par with the ninja of the hidden village in the clouds, or at least thats what he told himself. So it goes.
While walking aimlessly, he decided that he could better use his time by sitting in a pub or bar listening to the different people. Perhaps someone needed something Renato could assist them with. Only time could tell. Or perhaps he could find something better to do while waiting for a ship. In the mean time he would have to wait.
He pushed open the swinging doors to the pub. A few sailors looked at him with a curious eye, then shaking it off afterwards. Renato paid no attention to those looks and took a seat at a table by the back wall. He would try and hear what he could, or observe what he could in the mean time.
Walked down the streets, he could see people trying to sell fish or imported goods from a variety of countries. All vendors sold different goods, but all shared a familiar need. Money. It was money that drove Renato at this point. His family barely kept in contact with him, and only because they wanted him to come back. But he couldn't go back. No, because Renato was not a shinobi, he felt that he brought shame to his father. His father, now dead, was a great shinobi of the village hidden in the clouds. But Renato could never grasp chakra efficiently, and was thrown out of the academies.
So now he did all he could do. Fight. He may not have been a shinobi, but he learned to fight like one, he learned to use Taijutsu, which was the physical art of combat that shinobi practiced. So with that he could do what shinobi could. He could fight on par with the ninja of the hidden village in the clouds, or at least thats what he told himself. So it goes.
While walking aimlessly, he decided that he could better use his time by sitting in a pub or bar listening to the different people. Perhaps someone needed something Renato could assist them with. Only time could tell. Or perhaps he could find something better to do while waiting for a ship. In the mean time he would have to wait.
He pushed open the swinging doors to the pub. A few sailors looked at him with a curious eye, then shaking it off afterwards. Renato paid no attention to those looks and took a seat at a table by the back wall. He would try and hear what he could, or observe what he could in the mean time.