Ichiro was getting dressed inside his two bedroom apartment. It was left to him by his father, Eiji, after their bet. Ichiro put on his white pants and his one of his green and black ninja robes. Ichiro grabbed some of his things like one of his scrolls and his hand wraps just in case the bandages around his right hand would unravel. It would reveal all the cuts and wounds on his right hand, and many people said that it was disturbing. Ichiro wiped some sweat that was forming on his forehead. His apartment was hot, so hot that someone or anyone was deemed to begin sweating when they entered. Ichiro looked at the old picture of his mother. A smile formed on the boys face while tears began to pile up in his eyes. He always smiled when seeing his mother’s picture it made him happier and determined to live become the Shinobi he dreamed of.
    When leaving his apartment Ichiro went to what he thought was the best restaurant to get sushi from. He sat at a table by himself and looked around at the other people who were there. Stopped when he saw a couple who weren't eating dinner and then found himself listening in on their conversation. The argument was about how the guy was looking at a waitress. Ichiro turned his attention back to outside, looking at the birds who flew past the restaurant. They were the village’s only constant visitors. Ichiro began to fall into a daydream before being approached by a waiter.

“Excuse me, Sir.” the waiter said not getting an answer from Ichiro. After a couple more minutes of saying excuse me the waiter began to grow impatient. “Sir!” the waiter said sternly which cause Ichiro to snap back into reality. 

“Oh yes sorry,” he picked up a menu and began skimming across the menu with his finger before stopping at a sushi special they had. “Can I have Bulgogi Bento and Sashimi Lunch, from the sushi bar of course.” He said giving the man a smile and sat the menu down and began to think about what he would do for the rest of the day. 
    Was he supposed to be meeting with someone or some people? He remembered requesting to get guard duty for their escape, but he was denied because of his age. Just thinking about it made him annoyed. He was only 14 but he IS still a Chuunin, it’s not like he’s a twenty year old Genin. Ichiro’s attitude quickly changed when his food arrived. His eyes darted straight to the sushi, which is his favorite food, he picked up his chopsticks and bit into the nice hot roll making delightful noises. The noises were simple “mmm(s).” Ichiro finished his sushi quickly and then proceeded to the rest of his meal.