[Eitama Sora]

SORA

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It was a bright day with a decent temperature, or at least it felt so to one who called a more mountainous region home. In many ways this village was different but it did remind the man of Kumo with the hustle and bustle of people going about their lives. Well, perhaps a little more lively given the differences in population but it was to be expected given that his home was still on the bounce back from the plague. It had been a few years now but wariness had kept people at bay. More and more were showing back up by the day and maybe one day Kumo would be able to reach its height and power before all had gone to pot.

One thing Sora did miss about his home, however, was the lack of staring. Most of the villagers had seen the man walking about through the years and were either polite enough to not stare or had become desensitized to it... but not here. He and Yuudai had been in Konoha for a good bit now and seemingly at every step the Mayonaka could feel a new set of eyes locking onto his form; at this rate he was going to have to invest in a new book to mark tallies before they returned home. Thankfully none had been too rude other than a slight gasp or gawking child here and there and for the most part the man kept it moving. It had been some time since he had received this many odd looks which would end up being a great exercise on his patience.

Moving idly down what he could only assume was a main street of sorts Sora would find himself perusing the various stalls and shops. Yuudai had ran off on his quest to get a new, stronger yo-yo made and though he had instructed the boy not to stray too far or wander to parts of the village that may not have been too inviting of outsiders there was only so much he could do to corral that rambunctious little genin. Sora would go look for him eventually but for now he was going to enjoy the sights and sounds of Konoha.

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