It was warm and the fields around the Aburame holdings were alive with activity. Spring had filtered through during the past week, banishing the chill of winter during the day lit hours and it felt as if the entire natural world was making up for lost time.
Shino sat among the tall grass, back pressed against one of a number of standing stones that dotted the field, studying intently the path of a nearby ant colony he'd happened across. A small hand reached out to clear the way, carefully plucking stones and debris away from the intrepid line of worker ants; they had, between them, many heavy burdens and it just didn't seem right that they had to climb such mountains at the same time.
Chuunin age:
Winter was..inconvenient. The world slowed to a stand still and it felt to Shino that the kikaichuu did also, made sluggish by the temperature and his own troubled mood. He wore several more layers than usual to compensate and found himself particularly fond of the overly long scarf looped around his neck; Hinata's handy work at least made the season a little more palatable and happened to be one of the few things he looked forward to when the days grew short.
Given the icey conditions, Shino's gait was as measured as ever but he stuck to the lower levels of the village, wary of the rooftops after the barrage of snow, and wound his way towards Market Street; hopeful of a warm refuge and a meal that didn't involve field rations or Kiba's dubious cooking attempts.
Shino Aburame | Naruto | Konohagakure
It was warm and the fields around the Aburame holdings were alive with activity. Spring had filtered through during the past week, banishing the chill of winter during the day lit hours and it felt as if the entire natural world was making up for lost time.
Shino sat among the tall grass, back pressed against one of a number of standing stones that dotted the field, studying intently the path of a nearby ant colony he'd happened across. A small hand reached out to clear the way, carefully plucking stones and debris away from the intrepid line of worker ants; they had, between them, many heavy burdens and it just didn't seem right that they had to climb such mountains at the same time.
Chuunin age:
Winter was..inconvenient. The world slowed to a stand still and it felt to Shino that the kikaichuu did also, made sluggish by the temperature and his own troubled mood.
He wore several more layers than usual to compensate and found himself particularly fond of the overly long scarf looped around his neck; Hinata's handy work at least made the season a little more palatable and happened to be one of the few things he looked forward to when the days grew short.
Given the icey conditions, Shino's gait was as measured as ever but he stuck to the lower levels of the village, wary of the rooftops after the barrage of snow, and wound his way towards Market Street; hopeful of a warm refuge and a meal that didn't involve field rations or Kiba's dubious cooking attempts.