[O] Stupid Mistake.

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what’s her name?
MAKESHI SUZU
what’s she like?
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Among the clear blue sky, without a cloud in sight, hung the blistering sun, blasting its damned UVB rays down upon the poor unfortunate souls without proper protection. Unaware of the fact that the sun actually came out from behind the clouds during the day, Suzu wasn’t prepared for the long journey ahead. From here to the hotel where she would need to confirm her reservation, was approximately a half hour walk, which she would have to endure while carrying two deluxe suitcases and one carry on, all at the same time while trying to avoid becoming a human barbeque. The heat was beginning to be unbearable and she could feel her bare toes turning browner by the second. ‘Hurray for uneven tan lines…’

Fanning herself with the road map, she began her journey. Every step seemed to take forever, and with every step she took, her legs felt like jello. Wobbly and unable to support her weight, they felt as if they were about to melt down to the ground. Nevertheless, she ventured on, feeling a cool breeze as she set foot in Kumogakure and passed the village gates. She mentally reminded herself that her hitai-ate was wrapped around her thigh, covered by her clothing. Because she didn’t know of the current international ties between Kiri and Kumo were, disguising herself as an ordinary villager seemed to be the safest option. Public decapitation wasn’t in her vacation agenda.

Sightseeing took her mind off the heat. As she neared closer to the heart of Kumo, the first thing she noticed was the streets. Unlike Kiri, not one homeless citizen was in sight, and the people did an excellent job of keeping the streets clean. The livelihood of the civilians was something to marvel at; children playing with other children, adults conversing with each other, merchants smiling at purchasers and couples holding hands were all foreign to Suzu. Where she was from, she was taught to keep to herself, and only talk when necessary. Such boundaries didn’t exist here, and if anything, socialization was encouraged. How odd.

With such heavy thoughts, Suzu hadn’t noticed she was going the wrong way. The hotel which the reservation was made was at the other end of the country, and of course, she had gone the other way. Looking at the map, she figured she’d have to walk twice as much to get to the hotel. But check-in was at 3pm, and seeing as it was still morning, she figured she’d have some time to spare. Her only problem was the luggage, seeing as the sun was cooperating now; taking a rest and letting the clouds gather in front.

The luggage wasn’t the thing that embarrassed Suzu; the fact that she froze up after someone had said “hello” had made her cheeks flush. Fortunately, he seemed to be on his way somewhere and had walked away pretty quickly after greeting her. Perhaps the lack of a response had quickened his steps away from Suzu… Whatever it was, she’d have to get used to the fact that her friendliness needed quite a bit of improvement. With that in mind, she headed into a cute little tea shop, her luggage strolling behind her.

“Just water, please.” Suzu told the waitress as she headed off. Looking at the map, it looked like she had another half hour to walk in order to reach the hotel. She sighed, folded the map and then began to fan herself again. She had come up with a pretty precise itinerary for this vacation, and taking the wrong route wasn’t included anywhere. By now, she would’ve checked in, gotten comfortable and headed out again in search of the green apple tea with tapioca pearls. But Suzu wasn’t the one to mourn about the past; she could easily accept that there was nothing she could do now, but to take the half hour walk as an advantage of not needing anymore exercise for another week.

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UNCLE IROH'S TEA HOUSE
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