Naito was walking home from another batch of lame missions. Being a Genin really wasn't exciting as he thought it would be. The lean, graceful shinobi-in-training was looking forward to just collapsing against his pillow. Even if his missions were lame, they still took their toll on the poor man. Endless labor on menial tasks racked up over time. Still, he was glad to get a paycheck at the very least. Being broke sucked.
The stars from Kumogakure's skies looked closer, and shined brighter than anywhere else in the world. At least that's what his parents told him anyway. He enjoyed walking home on nights like this. The clear night sky provided a soothing radiance for him.
The stars from Kumogakure's skies looked closer, and shined brighter than anywhere else in the world. At least that's what his parents told him anyway. He enjoyed walking home on nights like this. The clear night sky provided a soothing radiance for him.