It was mid-morning within Kirigakure, and Kinsue was travelling towards her docks. Not the greatest of the docks, mind you, where endless bundles of cargo made their way on and off the merchant ships that came into the village. The young man instead was headed towards a smaller harbour. Here, the ships that made international voyages were not kept, nor were the tiny rowboats fished from by the merchants who made fresh fish their trade. Only smaller recreational crafts were held at this harbour, symbols of prestige for the wealthy. His outfit was a far cry from what he would usually be wearing; a loose kimono and more practical pants for being out on the water.
He had never been big on sailing as a hobby. Kosuke had taught him, of course, but it hadn’t seemed to matter much when he was young. Then, after he had withdrawn from service he hadn’t the energy to pursue anything he wasn't forced to. Nowadays, he had more energy than he had felt in a long while, and Katsurou had finally won him over on trying something new.
As he neared the nobles’ harbour, he wondered who he would likely meet at his destination. He had been told there would be one other sailing with him; one Aisu, Namie. Apparently, they had both requested to hire a boat for a day. Hers wasn’t a name he recognised, but there were always new connections to be made and new friends to be had. As he came near the pristinely kept piers he had to admit that he was excited; almost despite himself. Today, he thought, might even be fun.
He had never been big on sailing as a hobby. Kosuke had taught him, of course, but it hadn’t seemed to matter much when he was young. Then, after he had withdrawn from service he hadn’t the energy to pursue anything he wasn't forced to. Nowadays, he had more energy than he had felt in a long while, and Katsurou had finally won him over on trying something new.
As he neared the nobles’ harbour, he wondered who he would likely meet at his destination. He had been told there would be one other sailing with him; one Aisu, Namie. Apparently, they had both requested to hire a boat for a day. Hers wasn’t a name he recognised, but there were always new connections to be made and new friends to be had. As he came near the pristinely kept piers he had to admit that he was excited; almost despite himself. Today, he thought, might even be fun.