Hoarding Habit [Open]

"Phew." Daun whiped the sweat from his forehead with his right arm as he walked out of the doorstep of one of Konoha's many dojo. Taking a quick turn left and starting to walk home, he did a final check-up to see if his Blade-Gauntlets were indeed properly fastened to his thighs again. They had served him well this afternoon. The image of their sharp fingers rending the cloth of the sandbag dummy was nestled deep inside his memory. It was funny how he could use the tools over and over again, yet they never seemed to lose their sharpness and beauty. Even iff it had not been for him carrying the Umouji Bloodline, a clan that specializes in these type of weaponry, Daun was sure the gauntlets would still have been his weapon of choice.

It had been a nice afternoon and the sun was, despite the fact it was nearly 6:00 PM, still bright and comfortably warm. A beautiful afternoon like this could be said to be wasted if spent inside the shady halls of fighting dojos, but Daun had to disagree. His list of interests was exceptionally short and the weather was definitely not one of the things on it. It would have taken a much greater change of events to drag him off his daily schedule.

Speaking of interests: As Daun took a turn right in order to take a shortcut to the Umouji Clan's quarter, he found himself facing a long, empty path covered at both sides by two brick walls. The sun shining in his back and casting a long shadow over the length of the dusty path, Daun could not help catching a small reflection from inside the gravel. Squeeking with enthousiasm and muttering a soft "What a terrible waste.", the Genin uncovered what appeared to be a cast-away crown cork. To whoever might have entered the path at that very moment, a rat-like boy polishing a seemingly worthless prop like that might have seen rediculous.