Nozomi wasn't quite sure why she found herself going to the stag towers. She'd been collecting automatic payments from Okane for a while, but their business investments were all that she'd needed to fund the Society. Now that she didn't need to worry about any of that stuff, there wasn't much point in her maintaining communication with someone.
Still, Okane had made a name for himself like Nozomi had thought when she'd invested in him. He'd basically made sure that she was set up for life based on her investments already, and continued to pay dividends, not that she'd bothered to collect them in a long time. There was likely a room full of money somewhere in the Land of Grass with her stuff there.
She approached the front desk, and when asked if she had an appointment, she shook her head. Nozomi was barely recognizable in the state she was in, her hair was unkempt, like she'd not bothered taking care of it in a long time. She didn't often talk to anyone, or see much reason to upkeep her outer appearance for any real reason.
Most days, Nozomi was spending time in nature, with Sage Mode. The only company she needed was Isobu.
"Let Okane know Nozomi stopped by." she said in a quiet voice that was soft with disuse. Her name was still well known. Anyone would know who she was given that information, even in her current state.
She wore very simple civilian clothing, little more than a white t-shirt, black pants, and plain boots. She didn't often forgo wearing the battle kimono she'd received from him, but had chosen to in case Okane was pissed off that it was more or less the only thing she ever wore, day to day, and likely could use a thorough cleaning.
Still, Okane had made a name for himself like Nozomi had thought when she'd invested in him. He'd basically made sure that she was set up for life based on her investments already, and continued to pay dividends, not that she'd bothered to collect them in a long time. There was likely a room full of money somewhere in the Land of Grass with her stuff there.
She approached the front desk, and when asked if she had an appointment, she shook her head. Nozomi was barely recognizable in the state she was in, her hair was unkempt, like she'd not bothered taking care of it in a long time. She didn't often talk to anyone, or see much reason to upkeep her outer appearance for any real reason.
Most days, Nozomi was spending time in nature, with Sage Mode. The only company she needed was Isobu.
"Let Okane know Nozomi stopped by." she said in a quiet voice that was soft with disuse. Her name was still well known. Anyone would know who she was given that information, even in her current state.
She wore very simple civilian clothing, little more than a white t-shirt, black pants, and plain boots. She didn't often forgo wearing the battle kimono she'd received from him, but had chosen to in case Okane was pissed off that it was more or less the only thing she ever wore, day to day, and likely could use a thorough cleaning.
