Time Wasting...

Dravonio
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Time Wasting...

Post by Dravonio » Wed Apr 22, 2009 5:05 pm

The city of Iwa was fairly quiet that day. Not too many people liked to go outside on a rainy day like this, and it was pouring outside. That didn't happen often in the Rock Country, but when it did people just stayed indoors and did as few things as possible. Even the ever-happy Okinjo Genkouyoushi was a little put down by the weather on this day, but he still smiled as he always did. He had made his way to the Ougonjidai Restaurant quickly, just because he wanted to see if any ninja would be there.

He wanted to converse with some ninja today, and the Ougonjidai Restaurant was always packed with them. He pushed open the doors to the restaurant, and walked in. One of the owners welcomed him, and he just smiled, took a seat, and ordered a small bowl of ramen. The restaurant, unlike any other day, was relitively empty, with only a few other ninja in various areas of the restaurant, as if they were trying to avoid each other. Okinjo looked around, but didn't see anyone he recognized, but that didn't put him down.

While he was waiting for the delicious bowl of ramen to arrive, he was playing around with a pice of his chakra paper. Any Iwa ninja would know that he was from the Genkouyoushi clan just by the floating piece of paper in front of him. He had grown accustomed to controling his chakra paper with his mind by now, and he often did it without even realizing he was. This was one of those moments. he was thinking about making a paper tiger, a beautiful one with a pretty shade of orange as the coat and an intriquite black striped pattern. He had mentally pulled out other pieces of paper, and was now folding them together and making the tiger in his head while he looked around the restaurant for the hundreth time. The paper was changing colors to match the colors of the tiger in his mind.

He had just finished the tiger when his order arrived and he came back to reality. The person who gave him his food commented on his tiger and asked if he was a member of the Genkouyoushi clan. Okinjo smiled, and then said, "Yes, I'm a member of the Genkouyoushi clan, and thank you. Sometimes I'm not even sure if I'm folding paper together or not. I've gotten so used to it that it just sort of happens at random momments." The waitress laughed, and then went back to the kitchen. Okinjo dug into his food greedily. He hadn't had anything to eat all day, and just wanted to devour every last bit of the delicious ramen that had been served to him.

"Wow, Ougonjidai must have the best food in all of the Rock Country. It's a wonder why there's so few people here today," he thought to himself, just as thunder began to boom outside. Okinjo sort of jumped when he heard the thunder, and he bumped his knee on the table. He had to hold back a yelp as he held his knee. If it wasn't for the thick and durable material his baggy pants were made of, he would have started bleeding badly due to his bloodline. Okinjo had learned that being a ninja meant getting hurt, and his weak skin didn't make that so much fun. Luckily he had only been hospitalized once during a vigourous training exercise when his squadmate, Shiro, had accidentally hit him with his staff. Okinjo had fallen over, passed out, and woke up in the local hospital where Shiro and his brother where. Shiro had apologized, and Okinjo just smiled and said, "It's okay, Shiro. I'm just fine." He had been released the next day, and he went back to training immediately.

Okinjo thought to himself about that incident while he checked his knee. It wasn't hurt too badly, just a really bad bruise. After a few days it would be healed just fine, and he would be back to 138%. Okinjo had chosen that number because it wasn't a round number like 100, and he thought that it fit him well, even if he didn't know quite why. More thunder rolled in the backround and a few streaks of lightning lighted up the otherwise black, afternoon sky. Okinjo called the waitress over and ordered another bowl of ramen and some milk. Okinjo loved milk, and with his weak skin he needed something to, so to speak, back it up. Protect him, if you will. Okinjo scanned the restaurant one last time as his milk arrived, and he began to sip it. He just wished someone would come up to him and start to talk...

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