Variety, The Spice of Life.

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Ansoni awoke from the small room he was staying in while here in Moon Country. He didn't know what brought him here, but it was something. Perhaps, as he well experienced, it was his father. But then again, why was his father brought here? He didn't know, or really think about any of it either, he just knew there was more to all of this than he knew. But he ignored all of that in his mind.

Now that he was done with his training, and that he was positive his father's spirit was set free, and passed to the other side, Ansoni found himself with nothing else to really do. He looked around his room a little bit. At the small bedside table with a primitive radio sitting atop it, and on the other side, to the other small bedside table, the one with the lamp on it, which illuminated his room during the night. He clicked off the lamp, and then walked over to the two large windows, which, when open, provided most of the room's light. He spread open the curtains and the blinds, and revealed the day to him. Outside, it was fairly overcast, with clouds everywhere, but the Sun was attempting to poke through in some places. Judging by the look of the clouds, it looks like it's going to rain...

Ansoni loved the rain. Partly because of the magnificent scent it left in the air, but mostly because he can utilize his clan's abilities with it. All one would have to do is make it freeze, and bang, you got ice. Ansoni grabbed his small pack from the bed, and sword from under the bed, and retrieved his keys from the bedside table with the radio, and then proceeded downstairs. He went to the front desk of the lobby, and handed the secretary the keys to his room.

But before he left, he needed to replenish himself. He went to the buffet table, and grabbed a handful of nearly anything he liked that he could find. He hadn't eaten dinner the past night, so it had been a good fifteen or so hours since he had last put food in his stomach. When he first viewed all of the food, his stomach rumbled and made a loud growl, audible to the people standing next to him, who just gave him a dirty look.

As soon as he got his three plates full, he balanced one of his arm and two in his hands, and walked to a table close to a window. As soon as he sat down, the rain began to fall. This was somewhat unusual for Moon Country, for they have a mild climate, and experience summer-like temperatures and climate all year round. But today, he could feel a certain heaviness in the air, a mugginess. It made him feel disgusting, being sticky all over the place. He knew it wouldn't help, but he had to take a shower, only to get sticky again after he walked outside. So, he devoured his food as quickly as possible, and went back upstairs.

The secretary stopped him on his way there, but Ansoni's only response was, "I forgot something in my room." The secretary nodded, and Ansoni proceeded up the numerous flights of stairs, and into his room on the seventh floor. He stripped himself of his clothing, and walked into the shower. He sat there and soaked for about fifteen minutes, and then applied the shampoo, body wash, and other sanitary objects to himself, and soaked for another twenty. He loved water, and always has, and knew he always would. He stepped out of the shower, and took a towel from the shelf, and dried himself off as best he could. His short black hair was still a tad wet, but the top of his cloak would dry it off just fine hen he left the room.

The room was filled with mist, and as he opened the door after getting dressed, a large puff of vapor released itself from the room, and entered the hallway. Ansoni chuckled at this, and continued down the hallway to the stairs, and went down to the lobby once again, this time to leave. He opened the door himself, not waiting for the ignorant doorman, and then the second pair opened after a person walked in and kept it open for Ansoni. e walked out of the hotel, only to be under and awning which protected the front twenty feet from the rain should it happen.

He walked down the cobblestone road that led to the hotel, and into the city. As he was walking down the busy roads, he studied the people and their way of life. It was much different than Konoha, much more peaceful. People didn't argue on the streets, or mutter or argue with one another if someone walked into them. He liked it. However, the rain suddenly turned into a storm, a RAGING storm. The rain began to pick up, now raining AT LEAST two times harder, and the winds picked up to what could only be described as REALLY REALLY FAST. Lightning illuminated the darkening sky once and a while, and thunder deafened both creature and person, as people suddenly scattered, not running, but scampering home, or to where they were staying. Many young people here would have not known of any of this, unless they were shinobi-in-training, because, as Ansoni was previously told, they haven't had a storm here in the past ten years.

Instead, Ansoni kept walking down the road, which was still crowded with people, most of which who were leaving. He didn't know where he was going, but he was going somewhere. On the way to wherever he was going, about two miles down the road, a house sat there, on fire. A small crowd, probably people from the community stood outside, in shock and fear. Ansoni walked up to the owners of the house. "What's going on?" Ansoni asked, it was obvious what was going on, but he could tell there was something else wrong, too. "Our house got struck by lightning, and lit on fire. My father is still trapped inside, and he's in his seventies..... You look like a shinobi, do you mind going in there and saving him? Please, I beg of you. Ansoni sighed, and nodded. He then began to sprint toward the house. His first task: getting a giant board out of the way. With my new found strength, it should be no problem. He lifted the plank, and entered the house. He searched the front couple rooms, and there was no sign of the old man. Pieces of singed and burning wood and shingle feel form the ceiling as he went along, having to dodge a few of them. Soon enough, in back of what Ansoni could only assume was the kitchen, sat the old man, in a corner, surrounded by a score of burning planks. Being a shinobi, Ansoni didn't take this too heavily. He began to form handsigns, and released a large amounts of water from his gullet, spewing water which spread throughout the burning pieces of wood. He then began to pull them out, being completely careful in how he did so. They fell a certain way so parts of them were caught on another, and if Ansoni moved them in any sort of wrong way, the old man could be crushed.

So, one by one, Ansoni took them out. After a while, there were only three left. However, he took the third to last out wrong, ad it began to fall. However, he had quick enough reflexes to get it before it fell on the old man. He took them out, and threw them to the side. When he finally walked up to the old man, he spoke. "Any burns, injuries of any sort?" The old man shook his head. However, he did point to his head, and there was a large lump. Apparently one of the planks had hit him before Ansoni got there. He picked up the old man by the legs, and carefully carried him out of the house, dodging any sort of burning wood or furniture around. Soon enough, Ansoni and the old man walked outside, free of any major damage. The crowd cheered as the family of the old man ran forward, thanking Ansoni for his good deed. Ansoni offered them some food, and a tent. They took it graciously. They now had a makeshift place to stay, however small it may be, and a days worth of food. Ansoni felt proud, he did his good deed of the month.

However, he kept walking, towards the crowd, and through it, into the streets of Moon Country without a word. He could have sworn he heard someone say 'hey you' or something like that, obviously addressing him, but he ignored it. However, he heard it again, so he stopped about thirty feet away from the crowd, and turned around, waiting for the person who spoke to step forward.

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