Yukio stumbled back a step, his feet sticking in place, his torso leaned backwards, and his arms swinging back as the weights hit his wrists and his ankles. The iron sand rising up to kep Yukio from falling over. " Idiot... " Yukio said, sighing. He looked at each weight and sighed. These things were hurting his shoulders. He never had to carry anything, he was an artist! he didn't need speed training, he needed to learn techniques that he could use with his sand, or with his art. " Hmmm... where is a resturant in Iwa? " He muttered, thinking about it, sitting down to think on it. He actually never had eaten out in Iwa. his parents always cooked for him since he was allergic to somecommon herbs in Iwagakure not from touch, or pollen, just from eating it. " Hmmmm... " Yukio thought to himself, laying back onto his iron sand which let him down gently. " Where would a resturant be? " He muttered to himself. He suddenly got a great idea. " I'll go down to the market of the village! there is bound to be a resturant there! " he said, his Iron sand pushing him back to his feet. " To the market! " Yukio said smiling, walking in the direction of the marketplace.

( exit to hot springs )