Stepping out of the room of the inn he would be stepping out of, he was finishing wrapping his forearm in a tight white bandage. His torso was already wrapped pretty tight and this was evident as the only clothing he wore on his torso was his haori that he had to admit, he grew quite fond of. Not many knew that it symbolized his status, so he didn't mind it at all actually. Now with all of his wounds dressed, body, arms, light scratches on the cheeks, he walked down the steps of the inn into the warmer social atmosphere. With each step the wooden stairs seemed to creak under his weight, not that he was heavy, but the stairs had apparently taken their fair share of wear.
Taking a seat on a bar stool no where in particular, but near some other patrons he started a bit of small talk while he waited on the bartender to get his drink. He wasn't a drinker and he wasn't of age to drink, not like that would stop him, but all he ordered was a simple refreshing glass of lemonade.
Somehow, his conversation had rolled onto the Raikage's of Kumogakure and it seemed the new one was freshly instated. Not to take advantage of a fresh Kage, for Junpei was a fresh ruler too, but this could be Junpei's golden opportunity to make the Hidden Sound relevant in the ninja world.
A plate of hot food sliding in front of him, he smiled, paid the bartender, then parted ways with his acquaintances, and seated himself at one of the tables of the restaurant. "Hm, need utensils . . ." He stood a little pain in his side, but nothing to make him falter as he walked to the counter of the bar.
Taking a seat on a bar stool no where in particular, but near some other patrons he started a bit of small talk while he waited on the bartender to get his drink. He wasn't a drinker and he wasn't of age to drink, not like that would stop him, but all he ordered was a simple refreshing glass of lemonade.
Somehow, his conversation had rolled onto the Raikage's of Kumogakure and it seemed the new one was freshly instated. Not to take advantage of a fresh Kage, for Junpei was a fresh ruler too, but this could be Junpei's golden opportunity to make the Hidden Sound relevant in the ninja world.
A plate of hot food sliding in front of him, he smiled, paid the bartender, then parted ways with his acquaintances, and seated himself at one of the tables of the restaurant. "Hm, need utensils . . ." He stood a little pain in his side, but nothing to make him falter as he walked to the counter of the bar.