A River Flows In You [Open to Iwa; Non-Combat]

Ryuho walked through the streets of downtown Iwagakure. Plenty of busi-ness and people, and although he was obviously foreign to costume and fashion, many people did not bother to bat an eye. He heard about this night club and decided to check it out.....during the day. He was after all, tired from his descent on the Tsuchikage's hundred-meter long stairs and would like refreshments.

Peering out of an alleyway, Ryuho saw a massive building-sized rock with a distinctive kanji on it. There were three guards and the entrance appeared to be quite odd, as if it really wasn't a door, but there was clearly an opening. Probably the guards have to facilitate some Doton jutsu to allow entrance. Shady people do come out during the night. The Hokage wondered if he should approach them and ask them about what time it opens and what it serves.


"Hi. Will you let me in if I gave you guys money?" Ryuho asked.

Prior, he had walked out from his alleyway and headed towards the guards with a beating heart. He walked relatively casually, giving off no hostile intent. His swords were revealed, as he could not hide them with closing his sleeves together, and that would suggest hidden intent. No, he would be smooth and a flashy, extravagant ronin-ninja on this day.

Suddenly, the coin vanished. It was there one moment, sure as day, right as rain, then then, without any sort of warning, it simply wasn’t. Long fingers twitched and rolled, fiddling with the cords of a pair of earphones, one draping down from the collar of the boys shirt and the other continuing upward past this, resting lightly in the ear of a boy, hidden behind a thick shock of spikey black hair. The boy’s fingers fiddled some more, one hand eventually locating a sucker stored in the pocket of an oncoming woman, unsuspecting and unobservant as she went from place to place doing whatever it was that she needed to be doing at such a time. The music played on in the boy’s ear.

Won’t look down won’t open my eyes.

The coin appeared again, surfacing from cloth recesses and fleshy caverns made my interlaced fingers, though it quickly returned to the pocket it had originally rested in, the attention of the boy and his hands having switched. A strange man had appeared in his line of vision, swimming about in the throngs of people milling about the village. And odd that he’d be going approaching a nightclub in the middle of the day. Oh and that lollipop? It’s super good and melts slowly in the boy’s mouth, the delicious taste of something sweet and earned by dubious means.

The boy walked up to the larger man, approaching in time to hear him ask if he could enter the club, even though the timing for such a thing was completely inappropriate. A few more coins had shown up on the short trip from where he had been to where the older man now stood, the pockets of a few pedestrians a bit lighter for their troubles. His long fingers moved to his mouth, withdrew the candy, and the boy spoke, quietly and softly, but certainly loud enough for the man to hear. “Hey um… I think they’re closed mister.” He turned to look at one of the guards. “You guys are close aren’t you? Or do you do something in the day? Maybe you serve food?” The guy looked odd, cloths all wrong and foreign-y. How strange. Food sounded really good right now though. He hoped the business did a restaurant thing during the day.


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"We need to find a place to eat".

Out of the corner of Ryuho's ears, the reverberating sound of metal flinging into the air had stung his eardrum, until it stopped suddenly of its course of vibration. Like this..like that.... Ryuho visualized himself drawing out his sword and swinging it to cut down his opponent. The imagery of death faded from his mind's field of view, and Ryuho returned to reality, turning his head to see a young teenage boy holding a lollipop in hand. The lollipop was a sword. Like a stick, if swung, it will hit another being. If sharpened and turned metallic, it'll kill people. Ryuho has to dodge the strikes from the lollipop, or disarm the boy of his lethal weapon. Or perhaps Ryuho himself would have to draw out his sword and cut the boy down before he could utilize his lollipop.

A great deal of a physical disorder known as discomfort creeped up Ryuho's shoulders, raising goosebumps as he knew very well that he did not like to stand to close to men, although this guy can hardly be called a man, who come out of nowhere for too long. he had shady glasses, shady attire, a shady wristband, shady eyes, and shady hair. Iwagakure boys sure were stylish. Perhaps the good Tsuchikage was on to something when he was certain that his village would prevail against even titantic odds. Although Ryuho did admire the headphones that he wore; Konoha did not quite have that many headphones. the Hokage loved music, whether it was played by the classical musicians of Konoha, or through the concerts held in the outskirts of the Land of Fire. Music, music, music - Ryuho did hear a very soothing composition some years ago back in Konoha. But later memories have suppressed his memory of that piece. All he remembered was that he liked it.

"Closed? Ohhhh....." Ryuho said, with a bland, almost dumb look on his face. "Yeah, man. This rock doesn't even open up until like...5 hours from now" the guards replied. "Well okay". Ryuho said with an even dumber look on his face. Ryuho turned around and walked forward a few steps, motioning the boy to come along with him. "Let's go away then, Hauchi. Maybe we can look for someplace else. Ryuho wanted to act as the boy's father, or rather, treat the boy as a son so that he could act as a tourist guide to help pinpoint a place to eat.