[O] Private Purchasing.

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i'm just trying to get paid for what i say on stage
MAKESHI SUZU
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but if you're already paid then i guess you got it made
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The concrete stone building stood adjacent to the neatly aligned townhouses. The summers in Kiri weren’t anything special, and the sun that rose in the morning was always gone shortly after noon. The feint rays of light peered out of random windows of the townhouses, and the sunlight hit the concrete building, illuminating the glass door. The sun had a way of making Kiri appear somewhat beautiful, despite it being nothing of the sort.

Suzu enjoyed the view from her apartment. It seemed that the floor she chose was worth the extra money, seeing as the large window had access to a wide range of places; the orphanage, marketplace and even the desolate graveyard. Though she was nothing close to a stalker, Suzu enjoyed watching the village citizens socializing about outdoors. Many didn’t leave their homes due to various different reasons, and she could only suspect laziness, or even fear. Maybe I am a stalker.

Checking the calendar for the third time, she knew that today wasn’t a day when she could lounge around the house, doing absolutely nothing. Rarely did she get any days off from the hospital, but this week, they were putting more medics in training, and they preferred for the trainees to experience the work hands on. Literally. She couldn’t complain; a nice break from work was needed, and seeing as today was the day, she couldn’t have asked for a better time for the young medics to come rolling in.

Her “getting ready” routine consisted of many things; all of which took mass amounts of time. Awake at 8am, Suzu was out the door by 11. Locking the door and descending down the stairs, she saw that the sun was threatening to set early. Sighing, she picked up her pace and headed towards the marketplace.

Townhouse children were out on the streets, playing with whatever they could find. Few weeks ago, when she had seen the kids invent a game using a few metres of rope and newspapers, Suzu had to admit that the children of Kiri were extremely creative. Even with so little, they were able to enjoy themselves. It seemed the adults had a lot to learn from these kids. Few were out, supervising the game, and the others were either enjoying the nice weather or in the marketplace.

Her usual route to the marketplace was an unusual one which took a good ten more minutes than the original one everyone used. She’d turn at the second crossroad, instead of heading straight for the main street. Then she’d walk all the way around the almshouses – all thirteen of them – and finally reach the grocery store by the tea shop. Suzu had been a resident of Kiri long enough to know that the main street was always swarming with homeless villagers of all ages. Though she was fully capable of defending herself from frail citizens, the pain had always been her one weakness. Sometimes, she felt guilty for avoiding them, or not offering spare change. But it wasn’t enough to persuade her to use the main route. And even with the descending sun, Suzu would forever choose the long way over time.

She walked past the tea shop and the corner store and reached the isolated stone building. It was the last store on the street and looked nothing like the rest in the marketplace. First of all, it was splattered with rusting metal, and the building stood slanted because of the shift in the height level of the sidewalk. It looked like it was about to tumble over at the weight of the concrete, but it never did. The blacksmith’s shop had been standing still for a good seventeen years.

Everyone knew that the people who purchased at the blacksmith’s were either very wealthy or highly respected shinobi. The average Kiri man couldn’t afford to buy even the simplest weapons from the blacksmith, so most of Kiri went defenseless. Suzu wouldn’t be categorized as a wealthy person, or even as a respected kunoichi, but she was familiar with the blacksmith, and this was her fourth year visiting the man. Despite the annual visits, the two were very familiar with each other.

Stepping inside the dimly lit room, she was surprised to see that someone else was making a purchase.

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MARKET DISTRICT
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