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10:36 AM
This tablet has proven to be of more use than I had anticipated, allowing me to search for vast amounts of information without having to physically gather it myself, like I'm use to. Though, old habits seem to die harder than others. I have spent a great deal of time exploring this village in grave depths on my own. Mapping out the necessities for basic survival, and discovering how the foreign currency works.
I was lucky enough to stumble upon a large indoor market place with a section selling instant ramen. It is not my favourite food, it is more Naruto's tastes, but at least it's something, along with a few other things to stock my fridge. Thankfully, I have been grateful to those who understand my predicament in a world oddly different from my own, helping me understand in areas I'm not familiar with. Like food and clothing.
My usual ninja attire will have to be retired for the time being. Blurring in among the locals seems to be the best course of action, at this time. Though, with distinct features such as mine it's hard to. Very much like when I was a child growing up in Suna. Apparently my natural hair and eye color, marks of an insomniac and the visible mark on my forehead is cause for intrigued head turns. Surprise, surprise. A girl younger than myself, boldly approached me while I was exploring through the clothing racks on an outing with Wanda. She asked me if I was wearing contact lenses to change my eye color? When she looked closer, she could see that I was confused at her meaning and came to the odd conclusion that my eyes were natural for someone of 'Asian' descent. Are people of this place normally this brave to approach those they are unfamiliar with with foolish curiosity instead of fear?
At least I do feel a little more at ease with Wanda guiding me a long in my attempt to blend.
I figured enough time has passed to come to terms with the power of this place, until more is found out about the hold it has on us here. I miss my brother, I know that he is worried about me.
I was lucky enough to stumble upon a large indoor market place with a section selling instant ramen. It is not my favourite food, it is more Naruto's tastes, but at least it's something, along with a few other things to stock my fridge. Thankfully, I have been grateful to those who understand my predicament in a world oddly different from my own, helping me understand in areas I'm not familiar with. Like food and clothing.
My usual ninja attire will have to be retired for the time being. Blurring in among the locals seems to be the best course of action, at this time. Though, with distinct features such as mine it's hard to. Very much like when I was a child growing up in Suna. Apparently my natural hair and eye color, marks of an insomniac and the visible mark on my forehead is cause for intrigued head turns. Surprise, surprise. A girl younger than myself, boldly approached me while I was exploring through the clothing racks on an outing with Wanda. She asked me if I was wearing contact lenses to change my eye color? When she looked closer, she could see that I was confused at her meaning and came to the odd conclusion that my eyes were natural for someone of 'Asian' descent. Are people of this place normally this brave to approach those they are unfamiliar with with foolish curiosity instead of fear?
At least I do feel a little more at ease with Wanda guiding me a long in my attempt to blend.
I figured enough time has passed to come to terms with the power of this place, until more is found out about the hold it has on us here. I miss my brother, I know that he is worried about me.