Market place adventure… A Kage's day off! (Open) (Social)

The sun had reached high noon by the time the marketplace had swarmed with peddling merchants, food stands, and the local shops that had set up extended displays throughout the market square. The dry air and the unforgiving sun had made the day rougher than most, the humidity in the air visible to the naked eye as the heat from the sun bounced off the hard barren sandy lands. Alana made her way down the narrow streets slowly and calmly, her large double weaved hard shell straw hat offered her head the protection from the weather she would desperately need in the worsening heat. As she walked an aura of authority consumed her, her muscular tone and upright posture made her appear larger than life. Her long golden hair and the elitist mannerism as she walked gave her an awe of divinity, that captivated all those in her presence. Her loosely fitting white and orange Kage cloak clung over her shoulders, pressed against her obsidian armored plated vest and covered her almost entirely, with the exception of her white fluffy furry slip ons she had decided to wear on her stroll, contrasting heavily her usual attire.  

She held her head high as she walked down the crowded marketplace square, to the awe and amazement of the passing villagers, many of them recognizing her stopping and bowing to her presence as she moved down the street. Directly behind her a small man in a black suit followed her nervously , carrying a small bag and a few items Alana had purchased along the way. A dog with its tail tucked between its legs, the pale black haired man wore large glasses that continuously slid down his face as he walked, he appeared middle aged, and although frail in physique appeared competent enough to work closely with village elites.

Alana stopped in front of a small boutique that sold designed fiber glasses, all which exaggerated the SUn village emblem in its own unique form. Grabbing one from the counter she raised the clear glass to the sun, allowing the beams to alter their colors as the rays bounced and ricochetted off the glass and thought the insignias colors. She found herself amazed by the small glass trinket, the sun emblem had been an insignia she had always adored, a symbol of her patriotism, her loyalty to her village. After a few moments lost within the craftsmanship of the glass, she looked over to her assistant silently ordering the man to purchase the object of her desire. Alana turned over to the glass merchant, a elderly man in his 60s, that wore only a thick slash over his wrinkled frame. Flashing him a smile, she bowed to him before folding his hands within her own kissing them in gratitude. "Thank you. Your service honors this village."

She walked along the various store fronts, ever so often stopping when an item caught her eye or an elderly villager deserved her praise. She was quiet throughout her shopping, cordially returning the bows and introductions of passing locals, at times accepting the complimentary sample of a shops dish. She had created a name for herself in her short time as Kage, an image of demanding and militant leader, but she was not without her own vices and far from the unkind mask she often wore . Although often reserved, rarely seen outside her own office or her training dojo she found pleasure and euphoria basking in all the sun markets had to offer, and steadily following the overall trends and feel of the villages.

By the time she reached the lower half of the market her assistant had begun sweating profusely as he juggled the innumerable amounts of bags and boxes that were continuously stacked over him . Along the way he was careful, avoiding dropping anything and muting his struggle to avoid provoking the ire of his Nikkoukage. She was a frightful sight already, just peacefully shopping, imagine a women of her  large muscular tone and frame reacting to her broken belongings. The very thought sent chills down his spine, as perspiration filled his brow. As he pictured his Kage fuming, he became distracted, unaware of Alana's sudden stop in the middle of the road.



Alana looked up, her eyes widening in excitement, before them a large antiquated tea house stood in between a local ramen shop and a small gaming shop. The tea house was small yet cozy, its rural feel adding to its quiet charm. The design was fairly basic A stone step, two wooden pillars flanking the door, and an overhanging welcome sign marked the entrance to this small shop. Lanterns decorated every table, with plush pillows in place of seats. She would have jumped in excitement were she alone, but settled for a warm smile as she turned to meet her assistant. Before she could however, the over encumbered  assistant bumped into her, slightly shoving her forward. Fear washed over the assistance face as Alana turned to face him, her face cold, her right eye twitching…

"Do I need to cut your eyes out and transplant new ones for you Tero? or is knowing where you are walking too much to ask of you?"
"No Maddam Nikkoukage, the boxes stacked obstructed my view I—"
"Did I ask you for excuses ?"
"No ma'am "
"We will be settling here for the rest of the afternoon… I haven't had authentic desert tea in ages."
"Is it wise madam ? What would the elders think, or the villagers in general the Kage lounging in such a lowly place when—"
"I didn't realize I needed the approval of Elders or locals to roam about the village."
"No ma'am, I just though it might be unsafe if—"
"Unsafe? What sort of Nikkoukage would I be if I or anyone should feel thretened within their own village, What use do these big walls and strong shinobi have if a child can't freely move about without fear of being attacked in my street. Tero, how little do you think of me!"
"No madam Kage I did not mean such dis—"
"You'd best hold your tongue Tero, before I hold It for you."
She flashed him another look, this one wicked and nerve wrecking, sending Tero into a spiraling fear induced funk that left him shaking at his knees. Alana walked forward, slowly entering the tea house, taking a seat by the door. Upon realizing who his guest was a large oval shaped man rushed to the two bowing excessively before rushing his staff out to formally address her.  At the conclusion of customary formalities the owner of the shop brought his Kage a silver tray lined with fine china. Waitresses lined up holding different hot kettles with a selection of fresh tea's for their esteemed guest.
"Madam Nikkoukage, You've honored me and my family with your presence here. If I knew you'd be in attendance I would have reserved the whole shop for you. Please try out all our specials, we will serve you our whole menu as we prepare them please—"
"Worry not kind sir, I only wish to enjoy your marvelous Tea… I do not expect any special treatment and please leave your doors open, I think I’ll talk a spell with some of my constituents. As for your tea.... I’d like to try a bit of everything if you will.."

Sojiro's life the last few days had been filled with more than a little bit of hectic-ness. The man had made the decision to try and purchase some buildings within the village so that he could start a couple of businesses. The Dojo was easy enough, he was a Shinobi and getting permissions to officially run the place was more than easy enough. No, actually, it was a pain in the ass to try and get the permissions for his Apothecary. He had the building deed, had started renovations of the place, but getting a practicing license had been a complicated thing. Sojiro had all the knowledge he needed if anything, he had more than enough information to open his clinic. But he still had to follow the proper channels, go to the classes for a couple of pf weeks, and get the permit... And eventually his license. It was just one huge pain in the ass.

Today had been one of the days Sojiro had needed to meet with the previous owners of the buildings, having just gotten down with the meeting. As he walked through the streets of the village, the man let out a long yawn and soon a cold sensation was on his shoulders and neck. Augustus 'Auggie' Nibblus was a snow-white bunny, a rare flying variant from the Keller Mountain Range. The bunny gave off an almost constant cold aura around him and it felt amazing in this heat, although the heat never really bothered him because of his upbringing, "So, Auggie, where are we going today? I chose yesterday." The rabbit would let out a few chirps before taking to the air and looking around, as if truly considering where to go next. It didn't take more than a minute before Auggie was heading off in a certain direction, the man casually following behind on foot.

As Sojiro came to stand outside of an antiqued tea house, Auggie would land on his shoulder and the man would look at his comrade, "Are you serious? Here?" The bird would chirp its approval to him, tilting his head curiously, "No, no. It's fine. I need to try new places out." And with that, the man would slide into the building.

Sojiro Sakura was a man who stood at 5'10", or so it seemed, this was actually because of his adopted slouched stance; the man actual standing roughly around 6'1". His skin was a completely even tan, at least the parts that were exposed were, and that was a decent amount. He wore his usual Shinobi attire, consisting of his black pants and that led to his calves, no shoes at all. He wore an open Flak Jacket, which exposed his toned and fit body that was beneath. A red bandana rested on his forehead to keep the sweat and hair out of his eyes. He didn't have any of his usual weapons on him, since he had just been planning on enjoying the day. As he walked in, Sojiro didn't really waste much time looking around at the others and instead would move into the building and find a booth to sit in. He'd seat himself, even if he wasn't supposed to. Once at the table, Auggie would jump off of him and onto the table, laying on his back so that Sojiro could rub his stomach.

And with that, the man would wait patiently to be seen by a server.