► Flu Season [So many sick people, it's getting to him. For a moment, he briefly appreciate having a place to stay in Konohanasakuya's Temple. But he didn't dwell on that thought for long, before he start to get down to work.
Whether he's with Sakura, fellow shinkis or anyone who joined in handling these problems, Yamanbagiri is doing his part to help out.
In one shelter, he's handing out various items to the sick people. As he pick up some soup, he listens to the shelter's helper, who was pouring them into bowls, with a frown.]
Running low?
[She nods, before she lower her voice. They're doing their best to stretch it out, but their ingredients is going to run out at this rate. Yamanbagiri nods in understanding, before glancing over when he notice someone's approaching. Ah, someone from the Far Shore as well.]
Hey.
[He wonders if they overhear?]
► Prank War [Why did he come here? Something about the request calls to him.
The good thing about being a Far Shore resident is that people never really notice him. Unless they're spiritually sensitive. But a bunch of hooligan teens on the loose may or may not even have that sensitivity.
Anyway, he's now trailing a group of teenagers, who look all too suspicious with the bucket of crates and inks they're carrying. He haven't try attracting their attention yet. Yamanbagiri need to see if they're going to cause a mess or vandalise property first.
With a fluttering sound of his cloak, he gesture to whoever's with him before following the group. They seem to be heading towards a building in the general, specialised shopping district.]
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[So many sick people, it's getting to him. For a moment, he briefly appreciate having a place to stay in Konohanasakuya's Temple. But he didn't dwell on that thought for long, before he start to get down to work.
Whether he's with Sakura, fellow shinkis or anyone who joined in handling these problems, Yamanbagiri is doing his part to help out.
In one shelter, he's handing out various items to the sick people. As he pick up some soup, he listens to the shelter's helper, who was pouring them into bowls, with a frown.]
Running low?
[She nods, before she lower her voice. They're doing their best to stretch it out, but their ingredients is going to run out at this rate. Yamanbagiri nods in understanding, before glancing over when he notice someone's approaching. Ah, someone from the Far Shore as well.]
Hey.
[He wonders if they overhear?]
► Prank War
[Why did he come here? Something about the request calls to him.
The good thing about being a Far Shore resident is that people never really notice him. Unless they're spiritually sensitive. But a bunch of hooligan teens on the loose may or may not even have that sensitivity.
Anyway, he's now trailing a group of teenagers, who look all too suspicious with the bucket of crates and inks they're carrying. He haven't try attracting their attention yet. Yamanbagiri need to see if they're going to cause a mess or vandalise property first.
With a fluttering sound of his cloak, he gesture to whoever's with him before following the group. They seem to be heading towards a building in the general, specialised shopping district.]