Asahi couldn't help but let out a loud laughter when she saw Sagiso transform. To her it was funny to see them looking like someone else, it was like playing dress up, something she used to play with her mom when they had time together. She quickly covered her mouth though, forcing herself to be quiet and try and look more serious in front of the elder sister. She gathered her thoughts and focused on the simple task given, activating her Byakugan and scanning Riceball.
"Wow, it looks different!" Asahi seemed excited for a bit before once again making herself look more serious, feeling a bit intimidated by Mehui. "Is that going to work for me? Because you know, my chakra is different." Her tone lowered towards the end of the sentence, starting to think her question was stupid.
***Hakabi***
He was walking down the street with his six four, holding the two chips in his hands after loosing that day's money in blackjack. It didn't really matter to him, money was no issue, sometimes he won sometimes he didn't. What he cared was just about the free alcohol they gave out while playing. He needed the substance to keep himself numb, to avoid feeling anything, that was the best way he could still be alive. He stumbled down the Hidden Leaf, looking at the other men around him that had suffered a similar fate. Unlike his fellow drunkards, he was alone, since nobody dared to drink with someone in his position. Which was better, he had nothing interesting in his life, nothing that amused him. He played to kill time and drank so he wouldn't feel himself getting older. Someone who was once a top scouter, pride of his clan, was now throwing up behind a local bar.
"Sir?" A young maid peeked behind a corner with a face of concern and disgust. "I was sent to fetch you."
Hakabi cleaned the leftover puke from his beard with his sleeve and turned towards the woman speaking to him. She seemed frightened by his face, since she hid behind the wall she was standing against as soon as their eyes made contact. She was afraid, like other servents to his clan were. If they failed to bring him home, they suffered the consequences, which made the maids fight over who would do the honor. This time he was feeling generous, probably since the world stopped spinning after he emptied his stomach. He raised his right hand and moved his wrist in a circular motion, telling the maid to go on ahead. She did as she was told, but kept looking over her shoulder to make sure he was still behind her.
After arriving at his glorious home, removing his clothes so the maid could take them and falling flat on his face on his bed, Hakabi turned his face to the right, setting his blank eyes on an older maid that was standing at his doorway. She seemed to be embarrassed, probably because he was naked, and avoiding looking at him directly. She told him some interesting news, something that made the man laugh loudly and turn his back to her, trying to sleep.
"Why the hell do they want me to go watch some Chunin try and kill each other?" He grumbled to himself while again laughing to his own thoughts. "I swear if Hina would just remove that stick up her ass, I could just die peacefully..." A smile appeared on his face as the thought of not waking up surrounded him before falling into a deep sleep.
"Wow, it looks different!" Asahi seemed excited for a bit before once again making herself look more serious, feeling a bit intimidated by Mehui. "Is that going to work for me? Because you know, my chakra is different." Her tone lowered towards the end of the sentence, starting to think her question was stupid.
***Hakabi***
He was walking down the street with his six four, holding the two chips in his hands after loosing that day's money in blackjack. It didn't really matter to him, money was no issue, sometimes he won sometimes he didn't. What he cared was just about the free alcohol they gave out while playing. He needed the substance to keep himself numb, to avoid feeling anything, that was the best way he could still be alive. He stumbled down the Hidden Leaf, looking at the other men around him that had suffered a similar fate. Unlike his fellow drunkards, he was alone, since nobody dared to drink with someone in his position. Which was better, he had nothing interesting in his life, nothing that amused him. He played to kill time and drank so he wouldn't feel himself getting older. Someone who was once a top scouter, pride of his clan, was now throwing up behind a local bar.
"Sir?" A young maid peeked behind a corner with a face of concern and disgust. "I was sent to fetch you."
Hakabi cleaned the leftover puke from his beard with his sleeve and turned towards the woman speaking to him. She seemed frightened by his face, since she hid behind the wall she was standing against as soon as their eyes made contact. She was afraid, like other servents to his clan were. If they failed to bring him home, they suffered the consequences, which made the maids fight over who would do the honor. This time he was feeling generous, probably since the world stopped spinning after he emptied his stomach. He raised his right hand and moved his wrist in a circular motion, telling the maid to go on ahead. She did as she was told, but kept looking over her shoulder to make sure he was still behind her.
After arriving at his glorious home, removing his clothes so the maid could take them and falling flat on his face on his bed, Hakabi turned his face to the right, setting his blank eyes on an older maid that was standing at his doorway. She seemed to be embarrassed, probably because he was naked, and avoiding looking at him directly. She told him some interesting news, something that made the man laugh loudly and turn his back to her, trying to sleep.
"Why the hell do they want me to go watch some Chunin try and kill each other?" He grumbled to himself while again laughing to his own thoughts. "I swear if Hina would just remove that stick up her ass, I could just die peacefully..." A smile appeared on his face as the thought of not waking up surrounded him before falling into a deep sleep.