There was always something nice and calming about the quiet conversations that carried around a busy tea house. Everyone was warming and welcoming, even as Katsumi passed by everyone to find the last open table near the doorway of the shop. One hand lowered the bag and bedroll from his shoulder to the open area next to his seat while he waited patiently. A young girl bringing along a small plate with some freshly steamed dumpling and a nice off-white ceramic cup with a warm drink also offering a small hint of steam from it.
Katsumi was calm and relaxed now but his clothes were slightly disheveled and a bit dirty. The apparent marks of his morning training and shifting dirt around with his chakra. It was always so much easier to just... blow things up! His mind wandered aimlessly around the handsigns he needed to weave and how to mold chakra in order to get through that silly book of simple Doton jutsu that 'every shinobi should know' or something along those lines.
To say the least, it was taxing, his core ached with the thought of molding more chakra. But not just yet... his eyes diverted down and from training his thoughts ran into the contents of what would be inside this delicious dumpling. His chopsticks gripped the soft exterior tightly, just before the breaking point as Katsumi leaned forward to bite it in half, his hair hanging over him and falling in front of his eyes. The hair dried from sweat but still visibly unkempt and clumped together while things seemed to pause for a moment as he went to savor the bite in front of him.
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Katsumi was calm and relaxed now but his clothes were slightly disheveled and a bit dirty. The apparent marks of his morning training and shifting dirt around with his chakra. It was always so much easier to just... blow things up! His mind wandered aimlessly around the handsigns he needed to weave and how to mold chakra in order to get through that silly book of simple Doton jutsu that 'every shinobi should know' or something along those lines.
To say the least, it was taxing, his core ached with the thought of molding more chakra. But not just yet... his eyes diverted down and from training his thoughts ran into the contents of what would be inside this delicious dumpling. His chopsticks gripped the soft exterior tightly, just before the breaking point as Katsumi leaned forward to bite it in half, his hair hanging over him and falling in front of his eyes. The hair dried from sweat but still visibly unkempt and clumped together while things seemed to pause for a moment as he went to savor the bite in front of him.
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