An Ushitora and A Damsel...

Traveling through space and time in a twirling motion, the crimson haired would find himself moving through a dark void world, with flickering star-like light scattered all over the space. Within a few seconds, the crimson head had found himself on a beach. The situation looks a bit confusing to the vagabond, as he could not explain how he traveled from his living room in Tanbogakure to this unknown area. It was as if a force suddenly pulled him from the earth realm into another realm.  

Despite being dragged into an unknown world, The befuddled Sakurai’s would be appeased by the beauty of the environment. Perhaps, there is a reason for this mystic scenario. Funny enough, Sakurai was not the only one on the beach. There were about hundreds of people on the beach, who seems to be having the best moment of their lives. 

The beach was beautiful scenery. A large sea on one side, and fine sand on the other side. The edge of the sea was not as deep in-depth as the other portion of the sea. Hence, some people saw no danger in swimming and playing around the sea edge. 

The waves of the sea moving onshore and offshore, sweep the swimmers on and off the edge. Some fearless folks dared to even skate on the deeper part of the sea, using the sea wave. 

The skies themselves are filled with her beauty. Birds of color feathers fly through the skies, while some daring birds occasionally land on the beach, only to fly away at the sight of an approaching human. The far side of the beach has trees of varying heights, and the land therein would be covered with fine green grasses. The trees were not too thick that one could not walk through them. Nature positioned the beached, such that, the beach would be sandwiched between the sea and the trees of varying heights. 

There seems to be no entrance into the beach area along the distant trees, which made Sakurai wonder how all these people would leave this area when they are done having fun. Well, it's probably the same way they came here. Through space and time. 

The confused Ushitora would look around. No one seems to be as confused as Sakurai Everyone here was having fun. Sakurai would take the bold step to talk to a nearby male figure who was lying on the fine sand of the beach and zipping some coconut oil milk. “Sir, do you know where this is??” The crimson head would ask in a soft tone. He knew that someone here would at least give him the answer to his question. “Hahaha, boy. Why do you look so perplexed? You're at Mizuki Beach, son. You only get to be here once in a lifetime. Nature has chosen you to enjoy this moment, thereby, she has brought you here through space and time. Beware though! we all have limited time here, so make the best of it”, the lying figure would reply. Asking no further questions, Sakuragi would simply thank the man and walk away, observing his surroundings as he moved. 

The ushitora would be dressed in a red cloak that reaches just below his knees,  underneath this cloak are a black meshed net, and red pants coupled with red shinobi sandals. Sakurai is fond of wearing cloak clothing. To him, it gives him a very cool look. The crimson-haired would hope that his two black horns would not scare people away from him. The horn is a typical trait of every ushitora clan member, and the horns could be of varying sizes and colors for each member. Most time, Sakuragi is seen wearing a mask to hide his horns, especially when he is in public, with a lot of people. But it seems that mother nature does not want anyone hiding their faces here, so the Ushitora’s mask was nowhere to be found, even though he had the mask on him at the time he was pulled from his realm. 

Letting go of his present worries, the crimson head would begin to tap into the spirit flow of the beach. However, he would stay still for while to see if there is anyone who he would vibe and sync with.

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While hanging around, a little boy with cute eyes would approach the ushitora. The boy would utter softly, “Hello sir, please I need you to help me make a sand castle. All my friends made their sand castle, but mine is simply falling apart” the little boy would say with pleading eyes as he pointed to the direction where he had previously tried to make his sandcastle but failed. It’s difficult to ignore the wish of such a young boy. The ushitora would help out the lad. The little would lead the way and the ushitora boy would follow.

Finally, they arrive at the scene. Sakura Hi would would get some water from the sea. The water would be need to mold the sand along with the clay. Perhaps, the reason the little boy was not able to make his own sand castle was because he didn’t properly mix his sand and clay. The crimson haired would return to the scene with a bowl of water. Carefully, Sakurai would mold the fine sand, clay and water to make the sand castle. The little would watch the ushitora in amazement as he molded the castle. In no time, Sakurai was done with the castle. The little boy could now show off his sand castle to his friends. 

Sakurai, although glad he was able to attend top the boy’s needs, had other matters to attend to. He hasn’t fulfilled his purpose for coming to this field yet. The crimson haired would walk around to see what’s up, observing his surroundings as he moved.

As the crimson head was walking the beach, noises could be heard from one corner of the beach. Apparently, there are so many people here and different people are here for different things. In a place with so many people, it would be expected that there would be noises, but this noise seems to be because of commotion. Being afar from the situation, Sakurai could not really tell what was happening, so he would move closer to the scene to figure out what was going on. 

Once he moved closer, the Ushitora would realise that some people were holding a ceremony here, a wedding ceremony. Such a beautiful scenery for a wedding ceremony! The joyous and sweet moment would turn sour as the couple seems to be disagreeing over something. Sakurai would walk closer to the couples and miraculously settle the dispute...

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