The Return of a Warrior { Open }
May 12, 2012 8:30:23 GMT -7
Post by Elgar on May 12, 2012 8:30:23 GMT -7
The soft sound of his feet tapping on the ground could only be heard by those around him. The sun began to pull through the clouds and Elgar would emerge from the shadows. Wearing his normal attire, black pants, white shirt, and black shoes. Raising his hand into the air to cover his face the young man would let out a long yawn. "Damn. I hate the morning." He would mutter to himself before moving into the streets. As the Otokage made his way through the town he would hear the sound of children playing on rooftops, see the ninjas of the village preparing for the exams, but over all he could smell the food of the village in the air. His body would slowly be pulled towards the sweet scent of some food. Even at this early in the morning Elgar could go for some ribs, and rice. Into the crowds he would go and soon he would find the little shop in the center of the other buildings. Looking at the building with no door he would smile and remember all the times he spent here as a child. Walking through the doorway he would hear the sound of soft cello music. Smiling he would hear the sound of a familiar voice.
"Elgar!"
As he turned a young girl would leap over the counter and wrap her arms around him. The music had stopped and he would look down. "Seems like everytime I stop in you still do this." The young girl would make a huff sound and make her way off into the back. Soon the music would start up again but this time sounded a bit angry. Turning around he would still at the counter. In the normal spot he had for years. Chuckling to himself he would look up to see the face of the man. "Damn old man. When did you become so......old." Laughing he would shake his head and grab a menu for the young Kaguya. "Old or not I can still kick your ass. Now you better be ordering double or paying double since you pissed Mitsu off." Waving his hand through the air he would lift up the menu and hand it back to the old man. "I'll take two order of my usual." Nodding his head the old man would turn around as Mitsu came skipping out to get Elgar his drinks. She would slide the jug of liquid to the man and head back off to play more of her music. For now things were peaceful, but who knows when something would happen.