The future me

Night was coming, the sun’s fading light shimmered from the west while the many citizens of the sand lowered their shutters. It seemed the nightlife was a mystery to them; a foreign concept to them. It was a shame really, most fun really happened at night. The more Katsuragi thought about it, the more he realized that even with all the village’s oppurtunities, no one seemed to have capitalized on that.

Katsuragi's attire consisted of a thin black jacket, which underneath he wore a solid white shirt. His pants were a pair of black jeans. His boots also being solid black with an emblem labeled "EU", it's made of metal stitched to the tongue of the boots. His hair, still vivid, was a solid dark purple at ear's length. His tools and such were all assorted evenly along his attire, given no hint to their whereabouts.

 Imagine, shinobi coming home from missions, deprived of life’s joy for so long. Yet, even with a pocket full of new ryo bills, it would either go towards a brand new weapon, or some random ramen shop down the alley. It was sad really, the hustler leans back on the light brown stone bench, looking upwards towards the dome. 

A slight chuckle escapes his mouth with much new ideas rushing into his mind.”mhmm, I know what I gotta do”, he says while gazing upon the blank sky. 

((TWC: 233))
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Exit, 2 stats and 233 words towards block.

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