Shizuka came over to the town, searching for the person that have the mission of walking their dog. The girl found the person, and as figure see the very grown dog that she was assigned to take care of. The owner handed her the leash connected to the dogs collar with the poopy bag, telling Shizuka to give him a good walk. Even with the leather leash in her hand, it's not very good to control the hound going off on his own chasing a cat. "H-Hey! Slow down dog! Stop!" Shizuka struggle pulling back the rope but was over powered by the strength of the large dog. She stumbled a few time as she was trouble catching up with the speeding dog.
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Chakra Pool: 100 || Ninjutsu/Wind/Speed/Stone village/Byakugan || Rank: Genin
The blond had waited for the boy this time as he had bandaged his shoulder. The kid seemed almost confused at first, was this his first time having to fix his own wounds? Doubtful, but he did what was needed, Kiel had watched silently. He would need to keep an eye on the wound, make sure it didn't get any worse or need further treatment. Then the boy had caught up to him, and the pair had left the Lake to head back into town. Honestly, now that the Jounin was thinking about it, he was a bit hungry himself. He kept his pace easy, letting the Genin walk next to him now rather than trail behind him like an obedient puppy. The boy had done well, and for now, had proven to Kiel that he could be relied on... at least somewhat, to the extent of his current skill set. But he had potential, and it was Kiel's job to help the boy grow to meet that.
The blond led them through town in his normal silent manner, at last pausing in front of a small noodle shop. He looked over at Kurisu, motioning to the shop as if asking if he wanted to eat here. If not, they could always keep going and find somewhere else to go. It wouldn't matter to Kiel either way, as he would probably eat very little, if he did eat at all. This was mainly for Kurisu and the boy's health and well being. The Jounin was also trying to think of what else they could do... Well, he could always leave Kurisu to eat on his own and go to the Tsuchikage's office to see if there were any missions that the boy could do. That would probably be the more proper way to handle things. He could eat once he was finished for the day, it wouldn't hurt anything.
Kurisu walked along side Kiel as they made their way back inside the village walls. The boy was beginning to pick up details about his teacher now that they seemed to be on the same level of respect. Thinking well in advance the boy tried to keep his words short, and limited; learning to listen to body language over words. If we are to work together, ...I must learn to communicate with more than just words.
As they arrived in town it seemed that the streets were a bit more settle than they were earlier in the morning. The boy continued to keep his eyes peeled, aware of his surroundings. They came to a halt in front of a noodle stand as Kiel gestured towards the joint. This one was easy enough to pick up on, "This place looks good." he commented with a nod as he brush the hanging fabric in the doorway to one side. Once inside Kurisu would follow his teachers lead as he tried to maintain his manners.
The blond waited as the boy replied, walking into the shop and pushing the hanging curtain aside. Kiel watched him impassively for a moment before following in after and stepping around the Genin. The shop owner, who also cooked the ramen, looked up when he heard them enter, nodding at Kiel before looking to the Genin that he had with him. Kiel walked forward, moving to take a seat at the bar like counter that was on the other side of the grill area. "The usual Kiel?" Kiel gave a slight nod, and the man then turned his attention to the Genin as Kiel slid into his seat, his elbows coming to rest on the counter top, his fingers interlacing together as he rested his chin on the backs of his fingers. "And what can I get for you son?" the shop owner, who also cooked, asked with a pleasant smile.
Kiel glanced over at the Genin, raising his head and motioning for him to take a seat next to him. His now free hands slid into his leg pouch, pulling out a small notebook and pencil. Kiel flipped the pocket sized notebook open to an empty page, and if one looked at it while he did so, they would notice multiple small sketches of different things, ranging from shops to equipment that he had seen others with. The other pages were filled with words, or random seeming numbers with single words next to them. Notes that he had made on different things. A few pages had full out sentences written on them. He stopped on a blank page, folding the others over neatly and smoothing the notebook out on the counter in front of him. He twirled the pencil between his fingers a moment, a habit that he would do before he would write or draw, his occupied his hands while he thought of what he was going to put to paper. Finally he would put pencil to paper, his handwriting surprisingly thin and elegant even at the quick pace that he scrawled the message out before sliding it between him and where Kurisu would sit. After you eat, I am going to go to the Tsuchikage and see if there are any missions available that you can do. He flipped the pencil around in his hand, tapping the eraser end against the page twice in quick succession before looking up to the green eyed male.
Kurisu sat alongside Kiel at the table as the shop owner approached the two. It seemed like Kiel had known the shop owner for a while know as he ordered what was considered the usual. Kurisu on the other hand had never eaten here before, nor did he know much about what they cooked. A wonderful scent was lingering from the other end of the grill as another employee was cooking for another guest. "That smells really good...can I try that please?" The shop keeper turned his head to the other cook; observing what she was making. He replied with a smile, "I think that's doable."
Kurisu continued to sit in wait alongside his teacher as he looked about the restaurant. It was an interesting new environment. Kiel however, had pulled a sketchbook from one of his many convenient holsters. From what the boy could tell this book was more of a journal than anything else. "Whatchya righting about?" Kurisu asked in curiosity, only to find out shortly that Kiel was communicating with his student. It seemed that the boys teacher was willing to take him along on a mission. "Really? That would be great!" The boy was excited, but still showed signs of nervousness. Deep down he didnt know if he was really ready.
Kurisu ordered what they had been fixing for another customer at the far end. The shop owner got to work, he really was a masterful cook. The blond could remember several times when his old team would come here to eat after missions and sometimes just to eat. It had always been a favorite place... One that the man just couldn't seem to stop coming to, even after all of this time and after trying as hard as he had to cut ties with his past. However, that would have required that he probably moved to an entirely different village, that or become a rogue ninja, something that he couldn't quite bring himself to do. He smiled softly under his mask, whatever it was that Kurisu had ordered, Kiel was almost certain that he would enjoy it, the shop owner was an amazing cook after all.
When Kurisu noticed him writing, he asked what he was writing about. Of course the question was answered when the boy read the message. He could hear the nervousness in the boy's voice, even though he was obviously excited about the prospect of being able to go on a mission for the first time. Kiel nodded his head, pulling the notepad back to him and writing again. While he was writing, the shop owner brought out the pair's orders, the Ramen style foods didn't take that long to prepare. "Here you two are. Enjoy." He sat a bowl in front of Kiel, and one in front of Kurisu, along with a pair of chopsticks for both. Kiel bowed his head respectfully to the man before returning to his paper. Yes. However don't expect it to be something grand. Most Genin are tasked with simple things that are requested through the Village itself. he slid the paper to the other again, picking up his chopsticks and carefully pulling down the blue and black half face mask. He brought a hand up, tucking a few stray strands of his long hair behind his ear as he picked up some of the chicken pieces in his Shōyu ramen, blowing on it a moment to cool it down before taking a bite. Even the way he ate gave off an almost feminine air, from the smaller portioned bites to the way he sat, elbows off the table and one hand left to rest in his lap.
Mismatched eyes shifted to look at the brown haired Genin next to him. The boy was unsure of his own skills, even after having done well at the lake. Well, he supposed that the other didn't know that he had done well, Kiel hadn't actually told him. He half thought of praising the other... But then again, he had patted him on the head and brought him to eat. That should have been praise enough. If you praised them too much, then they began to not only expect it for every little thing, but also they ran the risk of getting arrogant and cocky... Just like I was... I really don't need to deal with a younger version of myself. he thought, taking another bite of his food.
The smell of ramen, and noodles lingered from the kitchen as the store owner arrived with two hot meals. "Here you two are. Enjoy." Kurisu nodded in thanks as he observed the bowl that was laid in front of him. A wide variety of shapes, and colors could be seen within the bowl; only a handful of them being actually noticeable by the young boy. Grabbing the chopsticks, Kurisu started to burrow through his food; interested in its contents and taste. Through his observation the genin stumbled upon a yellow, stringy vegetable that he had never seen before. It seemed strange at first, but smelled delicious as he ate it with bite full of noodles. It was a wonderful new taste as he continued to eat his meal still unsure as to what the stringy vegetable was.
Only about three bites into his meal, Kiel slid the book back to his student. He placed his chopsticks along the side of his bowl as he read over what his teacher had to say. "Huh, well a missions a mission I suppose." He looked up at his teacher, attempting to cool down his food. He knew that he was in good hands, and that he would definitely become a much better shinobi if he stuck with Kiel. Turning back to his warm meal he picked up another bite with his chopsticks, grabbing another stringy yellow bamboo shoot. Still unsure as to what it was he turned to his teacher. "Hey sensei, what are these?" He held up his chopsticks so that his teacher could see.
The Genin quite literally dug in the moment the food was placed in front of him, eagerly slurping the food with the typical way a young male would eat. Well, what did Kiel expect? Kurisu was just that, a young male. It wasn't like he was expecting etiquette lessons or anything, as a matter of fact, Kiel would probably have eaten the same way if it hadn't been for learning how to act the part of a 'proper' person to help infiltrate certain targets when he was younger.
Kurisu commented that a mission was a mission after having read his comment for him to not expect anything grand. The Jounin nodded, sitting his chopsticks down and once more picking up his pencil. Remember, to the person requesting, the mission, even as dull and simple as it may seem, is important to them, and therefore, important to the Tsuchikage. It is our job as his Shinobi to complete those requests however we can and ease the burden on our Tsuchikage. He sat his pencil down and slid the paper back to the boy, pausing though when he was asked what it was that the other held up to him now. Kiel tilted his head slightly as he looked at it before pulling the paper back and answering him, Bamboo. He slid the paper back now, returning to his bowl of ramen and watching the other out of the corner of his eye.
Kurisu could feel the note book bump into his forearm that his was resting on the counter top as he leaned in to read it. He tried hard to visualize the tone of voice that he sensei would have spoken in; at first it was a little tom-boyish, but quickly deepened over time. His words were very considerate; leading Kurisu to believe that Kiel looked out for everything within his surroundings, and everyone; someone the boy could rely on. "Alright Sensei. I'll do my best to be the best i can be," he acknowledged his teacher with a nod, and a smile as he turned back to his meal.
Moments later, the boy could feel the book slide into his arm again. This time his teachers message was short and simple; bamboo. "Ahhh..." Kurisu said as he ate up the bamboo and noodles. The boy had never considered bamboo to be an edible source of food, let alone a delicious source of food. The young boy would have to make a note of the contents in the ramen bowl so that he could pick them up at the market during his downtime.
The boy seemed to change his tone a bit after reading his message. Now, do not misunderstand Kiel, the village was not his concern, at least not directly. His devotion and loyalty lay with the Tsuchikage, and since the man's concern was the village and its well being, then so was Kiel's, in a round about way. What the Kage deemed important, was what Kiel deemed worthy of his attention. He could honestly care less about the trivial matters that people in the village brought up as missions; missing animals and walking dogs... He honestly had no love for pets and saw limited uses for them... Again though, his personal feelings for the missions were irrelevant.
He continued to eat as the boy seemed to make some sort of revelation about the bamboo shoots in his meal. Perhaps he never knew that he liked them before? It didn't matter, it wasn't like Kiel was going to keep track of what the boy liked to eat or didn't so he could treat him. Either way, the blond Jounin finished eating what he was going to of his own meal, which surprisingly, wasn't all that much. Placing his chopsticks neatly next to the bowl, he took up his notepad again, scrawling a message and ripping the page out, sitting it next to the young boy as he stood. He placed some money on the table, enough to pay for both meals, before turning and starting to the door. Finish your meal at your leisure. Enjoy it, because it may be the last time you have to rest and enjoy your food. When you finish, report to the Tsuchikage's office for your mission.
Kiel pulled the half mask back up over his face, adjusting his hood as his other hand came up and brushed aside the door hangings as he made his way out. He wasn't expecting the boy to follow, actually didn't want him to as a matter of fact. This was the most 'socializing' that he had done in a very long time, and since he saw no point in sitting next to the boy as he ate, and saw the Genin as old enough to walk around on his own without needing to be walked and led by the hand everywhere, he saw no reason to wait on the boy either. He turned as he stepped out on the street, making for the Tsuchikage's office.
Kurisu placed both his hands on either side of the bowl as he raised it to his mouth; drinking the remaining ramen sloshing around in its brothy remains. It was so good. The boy couldn't remember the last time he had a warm meal like that. It was borderline nostalgic. However, like all good things, it had come to an end with one last letter from his teacher. He read it carefully before returning a response to his teacher. His words were sharp, with a fair share of seriousness behind them.
The boy lifted his head to acknowledge Kiel only to find the subtle movements of an empty chair. He rotated around on his stool to face his teachers back as he made his way for the door. "Ah, Sensei!" he raised his voice in an attention grabbing matter. "Would it be alright to stop at home first? I gotta tell my parents that I'm heading out on my first mission?" He would wait for the responce of his teacher before returning to the final remnants of his meal.
Kiel paused only long enough to look back and nod to the boy as he heard him yell for him and ask if it was alright to go to his house. Tell his parents... Well, at least the boy had someone he could go and confide in, maybe it would help keep him from becoming too dependent on him as a form of support. He waved a hand to the Genin, turning and heading for the Tsuchikage's office.
the boy was granted a positive response from his sensei as he made his way elsewhere; back to the office no doubt. He turned back to the remaining drops of ramen broth that lingered at the bottom of the bowl. He couldn't stop thinking about his first day. It was nothing like what he was expecting, and yet, it was almost everything he could have wanted. A few minutes had passed before Kurisu wrapped up his meal, and wandered back to his home.
