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Shikaku happily whistled his way down the street. He'd just finished his breakfast at a nice little place that, to his unending joy, had seated him and furnished him with a meal and no mention of payment at the sight of his shinobi marker. It was no Golden Clam, but the food was good, and honestly the atmosphere was better without all the stuffy richlings about. Now though? Now he was on the hunt. Convenient as it was, he couldn't eat out for every meal, so he needed to get some goods to stock his kitchen. And considering that this was the boy who had pulled his day's outfit from the local dumpster rather than visit a clothing store, he was window shopping, eye out for sales, or, should that fail, the lowest prices on anything he might want. Never having actually done any food shopping, or in fact, cooking, before though, he wasn't sure what to get. No matter, instant meals were both affordable, and easy! No skill required.

Soon enough he was loaded down with bags of instant meals. Ramen, simple and tasty, no matter what he told the strange boy yesterday, instant rice, several varieties of sauces, some of which he didn't even recognize the names of that he figured he'd try with the rice, because why not, and hamburgers. Hamburgers weren't exactly instant, but they couldn't be that difficult to make, right? And he was a growing boy. He needed plenty of meat in his diet. Plenty of meat, and no vegetables. Vegetables were for cowardly girly men. He chuckled to himself as that rather exaggerated thought passed through his mind. He actually didn't mind most vegetables. They were just on his list of things he wasn't sure how to cook, and most were nasty raw.

Ignoring the odd looks he got for his giggle fit in the middle of the street, Shikaku continued on, turning his course back towards home. Any more luggage and he'd have a hard time carrying it, and he didn't want to spend money on storage scrolls just for his groceries. Still though, he plotted his course down a street he hadn't taken yet, just in case he spotted something... Something...

Turning in place, Shikaku stared into the window of a shop he'd been passing. There in the window sat something... Something he almost recognized. A classic crossbow, like he'd seen some civilian militia using in the past, or children playing with miniature versions that fired foam darts or sticks. But this, was different. The groove, normally about half an inch wide, looked large enough to hold... A kunai? Moving a bit closer, he examined it further. Yes, the groove was definitely large enough for a kunai. In fact, it looked like there was a sliding section that would hold a kunai in place for the entire trip, since obviously kunai weren't notched for use with a bow... As if to confirm it for himself, the boy looked down, finding a display plaque with "MK I Steady Shot Weapon Propulsion Device" crossed out and "Kunai Launcher" scrawled below it

Intrigued, and with his mind already filtering through ideas on how he could use such a thing if it were at all like he imagined, Shikaku changed course, heading inside of the shop, and making his way to the inside display that held the unusual weapons. Setting his bags down, he plucked one of the crossbows from the rack, turning it over in his hands as he examined it. The shaft had several slots along it, obviously designed to hold the draw bar. Each seemed to have a letter etched beside it too. E, D, C... Were these strength ratings? Deciding to give it a try, Shikaku grasped the draw bar, pulling hard to draw back the line. There was no way this was a civilian, or even militia level weapon with the amount of resistance it gave. He gave up after getting the bar back to the D notch. He felt like he could probably get to C, but beyond that? No way.

Carefully resetting the weapon, he turned it over a couple more times, grinning slightly as more ideas filtered through his mind. The thing even had catches on the arms so it could fold in on itself! Checking the price, he smiled and nodded. He could actually afford it on what he had left from that pickpocket mission yesterday. So, taking that and, on second thought, two twenty foot rolls of ninja wire, he approached the corner, checking out. Making sure he had everything on him, groceries in hand, plus the wire simply tossed into the same bags, new weapon hung over his shoulder by the bow arm, and anything else he'd picked up along the way, he left the shop, continuing his trek through town, now determined to reach home as quickly as possible to ditch the stuff. He still had his purchases from yesterday to test out, and now this weapon too. He'd have to find a quiet, private, training area and have some fun. Then maybe a mission, if there was time left in the day. It was still early after all.

The boy smiled happily, skipping cheerily down the street and whistling to himself, glaring at anyone who looked at him funny just for fun. He may have planned to head straight home, but there was always time for extra fun.

Edit: [Exit to Apartments](Can't think of anything further here, and don't feel like making a crappy post.)

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