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So just getting my barrings on posting and what not, before I dive in and make a fool of myself, haha.
A few hours past, and Shusseji would find himself at the academy entrance. Seems of his curiosity of others, he failed to realize where he himself was going. Just fresh from the academy, it seemed right and natural to walk over to the doors. Placing an open palm on the wooden door, and running his hand along the side of it, while he walks along the wall. "Seems only yesterday I was in this very building, studying. Or rather the lack of, just to become a shinobi, an official, and yet nothing is the same as it was, or ever will be." His mind reels as his thoughts pass one after another, similar to the one sided conversation he tends to have in his head. The feel may be familiar to himself, yet he does feel a sense of pride in being a newly appointed ninja of the mist. Something his clan has been doing for generations, and now he is apart of that culture as well. Yet somehow he can't help but feel, he maybe a little different then the rest of his clan. Or then again, this could all be in his head.
While the night sky still looms over head, Shusseji would continue his walk. This time however, he would head to the bar in town. Standing on the outside of the bloodriver bar, the boy would lean against an adjacent building. Watching the people flock to the bar, and leaving as a mess. Some, it would seem, could hold their drinks better then others. Many times he seen someone come out and stumble over nothing, just to turn and yell back inside as if someone pushed him. Yet no smile comes to his face, only the backside of a pen would press against his lower lip. Pressing down on the book of paper, while he writes what he finds interesting in people.