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Still hatted and weighing his straw back-pack, the man eventually found himself enchanted from the wafting smell of Ichiraku's steaming bowls of ramen. During his long trail, it would seem that he had not yet eaten a true cooked meal and so now he learned of his strong urgency and yet no true desire to purchase one of the local's enlighted ramen. He entered the venue before his hand patted his flat stomach and soon speculated the bowls and drinks set about. His glassy eyes did not look straight to any one and only observed the vapor coming from ornate cylinders.

The cook must have caught his gaze and greeted him with curtosy before awaiting an expected order. The man merely smiled his cutsnake grin to the owner's suttle expression. "No ramen today. Just a hot cup of any Oolong tea you would recommend. I'm somewhat of a tourist you see." He briefly spoke at his best to be polite and lightly refuse any other form of meals or appetizers before taking a seat at the edge of the counter. His stomach just could not handle it. Meanwhile, his ears occasionally picked up various conversations with dry interest of this village.

He folded his legs with the right dominantly positiond over the other while his arms crossed from within his linked sleeves as he waited. His head had not reared with the arrivals as it would seem deftly innappropriate. He had not yet caught the direct appearance of both but could tell from their voices of their gender. Before he would even inquire, his tea had come in set in front of him with it's vapor. He took a sip and quite so, the aftertaste of exotic sweetness settled over his tongue. "Mmm." He heaved with mild delight as he set it down to his left hand at base again. From his cornerside glance, his eyes peered into the small cup to catch a glimpse of their very faces. The man's hair adornment was recognizable as the noble Hyuuga's would fashion it. Though to the traveler, his eyes were the predicament. If he truly was a hyuuga of power, could he see through this disguise?

"What you have ordered..is it good?" He asked without turning his head. A gentle smile curled on both ends as his vulpine eyes stared to their direction.

"That sounds very delightful. Oh?" He then turned his attention to the man now that he used a more appropriate time to view them more clearly. His eyes of course narrowed down before turning into cresent slits, smiling again at his bright question. "Mmm. I'm a traveler you see. I've always wanted to visit one of the great five shinobi nations." He said while nonchalantly sipping his drink. He was silent for a brief moment before observing the female, smiling of course to his best interest before facing the ceiling with a thought. "You two are shinobi, yes? As I've walked, I've seen children too. Do they train at an early age as they say?" His voice was like silk but only applied it so naturally so not to add the reason why he had a parcel and a couple of swords in his straw back case. Sometimes, small talk can weave in tiny details that eventually become useful.

The thought was rather wry but the question he figure would be basic. To be a person who is from another land, claiming to be a tourist, rarely seen too many shinobi as an accountable black smith, and now very curious. But most of these things about the Leaf the man has heard already and is second guessing the answer to the questions he already knew. "Ahaha. Forgive me if I ask too many questions. Suppose it comes with every other traveler to be a little curious and naive about the places they visit. Especially one so unique as this one."

"Ahaha. I being a father would be concerned for kids at that age but that much is interesting to hear for some to pursue that career." Although he could tell that they were shinobi, it seemed that they did not respond to his question of them being shinobi. The uniform made it obvious with the country's emblem, but Hitoha was not much of a stickler for details such as this. Somewhere along the line, it would be useful to discover characteristics. The woman wasn't much of a concern to him but really his main interest now was the man. What was he like? Before he would ask another question about the village's ranking system, he then concurred to speak. "I bet this is very sudden to ask, but are you two an item?" He faced them to smile a childish and yet very toothy grin, literately as that was how his face was scarred.

"Kuhuhu. Nice talking to you both." He chuckled as he settled for his last sip. Unfortunate that he could not get as much as a simple answer but it seemed like the male was deftly annoyed. It was not what he intended to do but that just dug the nail an inch deeper than what he needed to insure. Though he took time to his leisure and decided to leave a couple of minutes after he paid his tab. As he stood, his right stood first as he unusually would use the counter for additional support despite a fine looking leg for the left. Then he turned over to pick up his straw bag filled with the trade merchandise. Of course his true intentions was just marked for delivery but it could have been more risky to mention stolen goods. That too, was petty crime for the sake of money. He did not steal it, but the price sake of the swords were from another land's daimyo, and here, to deliver it to a traveling courier that was loyal to someone unmentioned.

As he sighed, he stretched and patted his right shoulder before continuing his walk. His straw hat still over his head as he pushed the curtains back to walk onto the path. Unfortunately, he would have to make this journey quick. His selective hunger was running tight and chakra for this transformation technique beginning to fade. Even though it was just precaution to use berries to dye his hair to how it was now, the basic chakra foundation may just blow it up if not for his hat. Still, in his mind, he thought about the passive look in that Hyuuga's eyes. Could he be anywhere near? If he truly was a Hyuuga, he could see through a simple transformation, no? At least see a man from a woman. Taking this in mind, the prepared walking pattern for his left leg had begun to decrease rather rapidly as his walks became slight hobbles and drags.

Akiko looked at the time, "He must be awake now!" She said quietly to herself. She got up and left to look for her brother

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She smiled, "Chicken Flavor with hot sauce." She said taking her seat. She smiled at Satoru, "Thank you so much." She said putting her elbows unto the counter and waiting for the man to give her a bowl of ramen goodness. She sat and looked around wondering why her brother hadn't stormed out the house looking for her yet. She sat back in place and closed her eyes. She began to hum one of her favorite songs.

Satoru smiled back at Akiko. "No problem, it's the least I can do." The man came back with his Ramen first because he ordered his first. When he got his Ramen, he broke apart his chopsticks and began to eat. "Akiko, you are the first friend I ever had." He stopped eating for a moment and looked down at his bowel. Satoru remember growing up and never having a single friend. "I was resented by most everyone for being born into the Hyuuga Main Family. Everyone from the Branch Family resented me and kept their distance. Others just thought I was another stuck up Hyuuga that thought he was better than everyone else. Though I was one of the best in my class, I was no where near better than everyone else. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't make anyone see I wasn't like the Main Family at all." Satoru looked over to Akiko and smiled. "Until I met you, you were the first person ever to no resent me for being a Hyuuga." He smiled and continued eating his Ramen.