The Konoha Twelve

Raising an eyebrow Kimimaro turned to his sensei.
"Truly? That seems an excessive amount of money. I despise doing menial labour but it's worth that much to you?"
"It's incentive. Of course, if you do accept the challenge and fail... hmm... I think I shall find a truly tortuous punishment. Certainly something that stretches the limit of all of your skills."
Karin shakes off her daze and follows the two of them. So what if she was imagining food?! That's a healthy habit when asked about a meal!
Are we sure she's an Uzumaki? Akimichi might be a better fit.
"Why, what's so special about D ranked missions?" Karin asks earnestly. "Are they particularly difficult?"
"How good are you at dog walking? Mowing the lawn? Fence painting? Babysitting? Cat catching?"

The troupe started off down the road, quickly coming to the food district of Konoha. Restaurants filled every avalible space. Stopping outside one, Anko waited at the open door, which revealed an almost barren set of tables. Soon a fat man with scars running up his arm to his elbow appears, a sour look on his face.

"Mitarashi. You want to have a seat for..."
With that he catches a look at Naruto stood just behind his sensei. His scowl deepened.
"Ah, sorry, we're full. Go look elsewhere for food."

"You want to try something, Shioya?" The expression on Anko's face is far from impressed.

"You know I don't like you. And you want my brother's..." He tails off, looking at the adolescents behind her.

"And I don't like you. Now, how about you realise I don't give a shit about your bitch arsed brother, and go find us a table."

"Retired doesn't mean that I still cant-" Shioya was cut short by a knee to the groin that propelled him backwards into the tables behind him.

"So, you did want to try something. And failed. Nice. So, that will be a table for four, on the house? Excellent." The man said nothing in response, merely swearing under his breath as Anko led the team past him and to one of the tables near the back.
 
"It's incentive. Of course, if you do accept the challenge and fail... hmm... I think I shall find a truly tortuous punishment. Certainly something that stretches the limit of all of your skills."

Are we sure she's an Uzumaki? Akimichi might be a better fit.

"How good are you at dog walking? Mowing the lawn? Fence painting? Babysitting? Cat catching?"

The troupe started off down the road, quickly coming to the food district of Konoha. Restaurants filled every avalible space. Stopping outside one, Anko waited at the open door, which revealed an almost barren set of tables. Soon a fat man with scars running up his arm to his elbow appears, a sour look on his face.

"Mitarashi. You want to have a seat for..."
With that he catches a look at Naruto stood just behind his sensei. His scowl deepened.
"Ah, sorry, we're full. Go look elsewhere for food."

"You want to try something, Shioya?" The expression on Anko's face is far from impressed.

"You know I don't like you. And you want my brother's..." He tails off, looking at the adolescents behind her.

"And I don't like you. Now, how about you realise I don't give a shit about your bitch arsed brother, and go find us a table."

"Retired doesn't mean that I still cant-" Shioya was cut short by a knee to the groin that propelled him backwards into the tables behind him.

"So, you did want to try something. And failed. Nice. So, that will be a table for four, on the house? Excellent." The man said nothing in response, merely swearing under his breath as Anko led the team past him and to one of the tables near the back.

Not much attention was concentrated on the conversation his squad was having, Naruto instead concentrated on the meal. Entering in the village the usual routine occurred with the occasional glares and him ignoring it.

Same ole' same old. He'll show them all.

Soon enough the squad entered into a restaurant, the one his squad mate recommended, and soon enough he knew the reaction is gonna suck.

Frowning at the glare he earned, Naruto clenched his hands as he went to intervene however stopped at his sensei actions. Glancing at her he knew she didn't do it for his behalf, instead did it to get some food. Getting seated, Naruto scratched his head as he began looking through the menu.

Stating aloud in thought, "Mmmm, What to get?"
 
Kimimaro
Aji's Restaurant
Aprox. 1430



Reaching into a pocket and pulling out enough ryo to pay for his regular order of a pound of khorkhog, three khuushuurs with cheese, and a skin of airag Kimimaro dropped the money on him and as he sat down flashed the signs for "Don't poison me" to him where the two Uzumaki couldn't see.
Stating aloud in thought, "Mmmm, What to get?"
Turning to his team mate he spoke.
"What kind of food do you want? If you have no sense of proper food they do have plain noodles."
 
Kimimaro
Aji's Restaurant
Aprox. 1430


Reaching into a pocket and pulling out enough ryo to pay for his regular order of a pound of khorkhog, three khuushuurs with cheese, and a skin of airag Kimimaro dropped the money on him and as he sat down flashed the signs for "Don't poison me" to him where the two Uzumaki couldn't see.
Turning to his team mate he spoke.
"What kind of food do you want? If you have no sense of proper food they do have plain noodles."

Naruto hummed to his squad mate question while looking through the menu, raising one hand to give him the bird. Stating aloud, "Eh, Reception here doesn't like me. So don't know whether or not the dude will even serve me real food or not."

Shrugging he folded the menu close and continued, "I can eat later. It's no problem with me."
 
Naruto hummed to his squad mate question while looking through the menu, raising one hand to give him the bird. Stating aloud, "Eh, Reception here doesn't like me. So don't know whether or not the dude will even serve me real food or not."

Shrugging he folded the menu close and continued, "I can eat later. It's no problem with me."
"He'll serve your food, or get an entrée a la Anko. Anyway, Shioya, I'll have budaatai huurga and guriltai shol, with some Sake on the side."

Shioya sat up, righted the table, placed the chairs back around it, looked to the door frame, and muttered something under his breath. Anko smirked.

"You get 50% friends and family discount. And free drinks. No more. This is a business, and we both know you can afford it. So, you two, have any orders? And she'll pay, pinkie. And I think given your sensei that trying that would be redundant. Even if I had any."
 
Kimimaro
Aji's Restaurant
Aprox. 1430

"You get 50% friends and family discount. And free drinks. No more. This is a business, and we both know you can afford it. So, you two, have any orders? And she'll pay, pinkie. And I think given your sensei that trying that would be redundant. Even if I had any."
Getting up and bending over Kimimaro put the money back in one of his inside pockets. As he walked back to the table he questioned Shioya.
"How can you not have any? From what I remember of my father even he made sure to keep some ready for meals. " Taking a short breath and settling to a more comfortable position he spoke again.
"And please cease calling me Pinkie, we've been over the fact that my hair is grey and you are colour blind several times."
 
Last edited:
Kimimaro
Aji's Restaurant
Aprox. 1430

Getting up and bending over Kimimaro put the money back in one of his inside pockets. As he walked back to the table he questioned Shioya.
"How can you not have any? From what I remember of my father even he made sure to keep some ready for meals. " Taking a short breath and settling to a more comfortable position he spoke again.
"And please cease calling me Pinkie, we've been over the fact that my hair is grey and you are colour blind several times."
"Rat posion isn't going to do much damage to anything of your mass, even if she wasn't here," Anko smiles sweetly at this complement, "And I'll call you pinky unless you want my colorblind self to mistake the flour and the rat posion in your batter. Now, drinks, you smart arsed genin."
 
Kimimaro
Aji's Restaurant
Aprox. 1430

"Rat posion isn't going to do much damage to anything of your mass, even if she wasn't here," Anko smiles sweetly at this complement, "And I'll call you pinky unless you want my colorblind self to mistake the flour and the rat posion in your batter. Now, drinks, you smart arsed genin."
A short snort escapes Kimimaro's nose and he makes a show of looking through the menu before settling on what he already knew he was going to get.
"Airag then, a full bottle."
 
Shikamaru Nara
Kurama Clan District - Training ground Ten-Mori
Midday


Shikamaru opened his eyes and immediately regretted his decision. Everything ached and he just felt tired....more tired than usual. The sun hammered into his eyelids, clawing at the cracks and demanding his return to consciousness.

How troublesome.

He knew training was a bad idea. Thinking and internally flinching at the thought of said training made him remember the rest of his team. He'd woken up without prompt from another, a situation unfamiliar to him. As he glanced around the now empty training grounds he wondered where Sasuke was. He could have sworn he should be glaring at him for sleeping in their first training session...
 
Back
Top