| One for the Road | [Jun. 8th, 2013|09:16 pm] |
[Takes place Yondaime Year 5, April 13]
For the glory that was supposed to be springtime, April had stayed colder, rained longer, and made everyone grumpier than the happiest month had any right to. But the cherry trees, in despite of it all, had bloomed at last, and there were more than a few blossom viewing parties going on under canopies of pink and white petals on the banks of Konoha’s river.
Genma was heading towards one of them himself, glad for a day off before proctoring the ANBU trials, when he heard raised voices coming from a darkened glen off the main path. There was plenty of noise coming from revelers—the laughter and chatter of civilians and shinobi drinking and picnicking in groups under the trees filled the park—but this was different.
Someone called someone else a tightwad bastard. Drunken voices escalated.
“You owe me five-thousand fucking ryou!”
“Go fuck yourself, cock-breath!”
“What did you call me?”
“You heard me.”
The sound of a fist connecting with flesh was unmistakable.
Genma hesitated. The chakra signatures coming from the other side of those trees felt civilian, and the Uchiha would undoubtedly be here any minute to take care of the problem anyway, but just in case things got out of hand, he probably ought to go make sure no one brought a blade into this fight. |
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