Post by Uzumaki Zanji on Feb 16, 2014 5:29:51 GMT
Zanji slowly walked the streets of Tsumi town. He was wrapped in a black traveling cloak and hood that covered his face. Only his scarlet hair was poking a little bit out of his cloak from the inside. He was in no mood to be be recognized call it paranoia or call is narcissism but neither truly mattered in reality. The shinobi world thought he was dead. A smirk crept upon his lips as he walked along the filthy street going further and further down to the more run down part of the city. Some would not call it wise because of the low life that lived within there but he would think of it as a sanctuary for now. He remained quiet as he walked through a small alley way cutting through the main streets.
He licked his lips slowly as he calculated some formulas inside his head. These formulas were part of a past experiment one he was going to begin to conduct, before his untimely discovery by that meddling overseer of his former village. His fist clenched in anger and shook a little bit as he squeezed his fingers into his palm. He continued his way all the while clenching fish fist angrily almost to the point that he was going to break the skin of his palm. He took a few calming breaths and his temper quickly subsided. A chuckle escaped from his as his lip curled on the left side of his face to a half smile. He was smart enough to fool even the overseer of his village with his faked death. At least he had that satisfaction over the sky village. He stopped in his tracks for a moment and looked around slowly getting his bearings and making sure no one was following him.
It was somewhat quiet where he was the sound of a child crying on the distance echoed through the alley. His cloak was tattered and dirty as a small gust of wind blew and the cool air felt good on his face. He adjusted the hood of his cloak and made sure the to part of his face remained hidden. Only his green eyes were visible from the top part of his face. He cut through one more alley and ended up on a less crowded part of the town. Most of the building were boarded up and run down while some shops appeared to be still functioning. He smacked his lips as he passed a sign for a pub and stopped in his tracks. He let out a shrug and muttered "why not could use a drink." he entered the pub and took a seat near the back of the establishment. A waitress soon greeted him and asked him for his order and he said "Sake in a clean cup." he emphasized heavily on the clean part as the place he was in was pretty dirty and some of the glasses he saw behind the bar were not that clean. The waitress nodded and went off to go and fill his order he let out a sigh and closed his right eye and sat back and relaxed for just a brief moment.