Kami Rinha.

That one name kept buzzing around Shira's mind as she went about her tasks for the day - first it had been moving the apples, and then someone had asked her to help find their cat, and then she'd been asked to escort an elderly woman to the store and back. It was almost impossible for Shira to say no to anybody with more authority than her, and even though she'd always been asked pleasantly and as politely as possible, there was still an unmistakeable aura of authority for one who was trained to look for it. Most people obeyed out of respect for social decorum, or, more accurately, out of fear of committing a faux pas - it was a minor fear, something easily rationalised and shaken off, but the world was designed to make people care about what others thought. Sai's regime and the surrounding war had seen to varying cultures' destruction, and to the remodelling of those that had managed to remain, and after such a short period of time it was completely unreasonable to expect that any of them had really begun to [i]truly[/i] recover. That was simply the way things went with the art of War - and it was the main reason that Shira had been brought up to act independently of cultures. It may not have mattered so much in the current era, where war was more of a rarity than the antiquity from which the Hataga originated, but it was still bred into them as if it still had meaning. Times may have changed, but war did not - and just as war remains constant, so too do the Hataga.

After helping those three people out, Shira had opted to get breakfast - she could not simply return to Bujin and ask him to make her the Okonomiyaki that she normally ate in a morning, so she elected to travel to Ramen Ichikaru in order to eat. For the first time since the war, Shira would not eat Okonomiyaki in a morning - Ramen was the most popular dish, and Shira would find out why for herself, with her own initiative. Setting Unmei no Chikara aside as she sat down to order, she called over the bartender and asked for the most popular Ramen dish that the shop served, paid, and waited for it to arrive. By the time it had done so, Shira had already prepared a mental checklist for the tasks that she was to prepare for during the course of the day - her Sensei and her compatriots, if any, would probably ask several things of her as soon as they learned of her obedient nature. That was something to be prepared for. She would likely be called upon by others while she wasn't with any of her fellows, as Konohagakure was still rebuilding, and she was to prepare herself for that happening. Initially, Shira struggled to think of other possibilities, but just as she was beginning to wrack her brain for more information, her food arrived. With a nod, a bow, and a proclamation of thanks, Shira set upon the task of eating her Ramen in such a fashion that she could use as much excess time as possible and savour the relatively new experience simultaneously - fortunately, both tasks seemed to lend themselves well to copious amounts of time being spent, so Shira took it upon herself to eat as slowly and thoughtfully as possible. A few strange looks were shot at her, given that most of the customers at Ramen Ichikaru were seen slurping noodles down as quickly as they could, but it was not in Shira's nature to care what others thought of her.

After finishing her noodles, Shira stretched out, thanked the proprietor again for the meal, hefted Unmei no Chikara onto her back, and left the establishment to head to Amaguriama, a local sweet shop that specialised in Chestnut-based delicacies. The reason for choosing Amaguriama had reasons twofold - as so many things do - it was where Shira's sensei had asked to meet her, and it was also another new experience. Becoming a Genin proper seemed to warrant the trial of as many new experiences as possible, as it was a new experience in of itself, and Shira secretly enjoyed the freedom of her tasks - just a little. It was daring, to stray from an organised routine, and though Shira loved the comfort that routine provided, the metaphorical return to her roots was exciting in its own way, too. It gave her a taste of the freedom she had once loved, and while she could not appreciate it nearly as much as she could in the past, she could still savour the smallest taste as if it were a great delicacy - but the taste was brief, as all too many things were, and it was quickly back to the default for Shira. It didn't take Shira long to pick out her new Sensei, given that she'd received a picture, and upon seeing Kami Shira rushed up to her in a... Less than elegant fashion, and bowed immediately.

"Sensei! Hataga, Shira, reporting for duty, Kami-san!"

Meeting Shira for the first time when she considered you to be an authority figure was often a bit much - and Shira was sure that Kami would be no exception to this rule. Still, time would tell if Kami and Shira would get along well.