The Drink

The loud conversations would fill the poor damp place, the clouds of smoke and dust would fill the air. It was one of those places where many go to forget about their troubles, mainly rent, jobs, mostly wives. Yep, it was a bar. Who was in it? That’s right, Ganki, one of the few Kumo ninja still left within the village.

He sat in front of the bartender, moping and complaining how he was so alone while he was staring at an half full glass of beer. Funny thing was, in his village there was no such thing as an age drinking requirement, one of the many luxuries of Kumogakure, or, the raikage just didn’t give a fuck. "So alone...", he said while eyeing a cute girl that was leaning against another man's chest. Ganki smiled a bit as he saw the girl slip a few ryo out of the man's pocket without him knowing. The depressed Ganki wondered if he should make here join the academy, pickpocketing is a hard skill to learn, ninja like.

Poking at the beer glass in disgust, he then remembered about his package, the pills. With those special pills, Ganki could age a bit till he was in his teens, for he was still a child. Ganki, while sitting on a stool with his head leaned against his arm, would reach into his pocket and pull out a small folded envelope. With a slight tear at the end, he would hold the rip part of the envelope above the cup, as the small pills would drop into the glass, one by one.

A spectator spotted Ganki, telling him to take it easy on the mollys.

With one powerful stroke, Ganki finished the glass of beer with one gulp, finishing off the 11 pills. Ganki's eyes widened as the pills took effect; he was now 19 years old.

EXIT
(Aged from 8 to 19 years young XD)

Approved