>>44848484
>[B] Catch up with other townspeople

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“Well, it was a successful business trip.”

“Did you have to go there, of all places?” asks you old schoolteacher, Matsushita-sensei. She must be in her seventies now.
“Well, the business is good in the Land of Fire,” you sheepishly try to explain.

“I know that much, especially these days,” she says, “I just can't forgive what they did during the war.”

Some of the other greyed head nod in agreement. With its mines and location on the marches of the Land of Lightning, this land inevitably sees the strife in any war between Fire and Lightning.

“Y'know,” says your former teacher, “Yamada is visiting; he's in the . Who would have thought that he, the little boy that liked to eat his boogers, would grow up to practice law in the Hidden Cloud village.”

However, another face draws your attention. It's the round, smiling face of Daisuke, the Yamaguchi boy that had to the surprise of everyone, become the town sheriff. And you grew up thick as thieves with him. You, the bold one, and him the reluctant fat boy you always dragged with you.

[A] Go see Yamada. You hadn't realized he was working in the Ninja Village.
[B] Catch up with Daisuke
[C] That's enough catching up; you really want to see you parents

>>44849767
>Go see Yamada. You hadn't realized he was working in the Ninja Village.

>>44849767
[B] Catch up with Daisuke

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Rolling to expedite things

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The local watering hole is a place called the Black Pine. While the town has always had something of a rugged, frontier aesthetic, it never was as truly rough as some boomtowns. The pub reflects this, with walls covered in all sorts of homemade handicrafts, and some canvases donated by occasional artists who come to this place for the scenic valleys and mountains.

The smells of cooking waft through the low-ceiling. Oil lamps still light the interior; why send electricity up a mountain when you can subsidize your “hidden” ninja village instead. Not that you have any strong feelings on the matter. And that is part of why you want to chat with your childhood acquaintance.

Ichiro Yamada was always a bookish type. Today, he's still a slim, slight man, albeit updated with more stylish horn-framed glasses and slicked back hair. He's hunched over a little as he slurps from a bowl of pork ramen, always his favorite. A mason jar filled with dark beer sits next to him.

“Yamada!” you say, “Long time no see!”

“Shinaida!” he says, all but jumping up to see you, “How long has it been? Five years at least.”

His voice is still a sort of tenor, but a far cry from the squeak of his adolescence. You clap him on the shoulder and sit down at the bar, which is still just a particularly large tree trunk, smoothed and polished where necessary, but covered in bark elsewhere.

“I'll get you a bowl,” Yamada says, “You still like the beef bowl with the tripe, right?”

“You don't have to-”

“Nonsense, I can spare the money. I didn't get rich to come home a miser.”

As you sit down with a steaming bowl of noodles and a jar of beer, you think about what you want to ask him about life in the ninja village. You don't want to interrogate the man, but knowing about the competition is always important.

[A] Ask about his work
[B] Ask about life in the Hidden Village
[C] Write-in

>>44850984
Ask about his work. Then talk about life in the village.

>>44851052

“I didn't know they let people that weren't locals practice law there,” you say.

“I had thought the same myself, but I actually met a professor at the university who had practiced ninja law before. From him, I landed the job.”

“Really? Was it that easy?” you ask.

The tripe is chewy and particularly nice in the broth. Here, the broth is thicker than usual, and the honeycomb tripe just soaks up all of those flavors.

“Eh, not quite. I had to pass some rigorous exams and a background check. They even hooked me up to a lie detector.”

“I don't see why,” you remark, “Those thing, so I've heard, give all sorts of false positives. And a trained ninja should be able to pass with flying colors.”

“It is what it is,” says Yamada.

“What cases do you usually handle?”

He pauses in the middle of slurping up far too many noodles at once.

“Don't talk if they won't let you.”

He swallows, “Very funny. But my job is actually a rather rare one. I work as an attorney in civil cases that cross between civilian and ninja jurisdiction. As you might expect, not too many locals want to get in shouting match with quite literally ninja lawyers. The pay is good. I can afford a nice flat for a civilian.”

“Are the locals lawyers afraid to argue with a ninja?” you ask.

“You'd bet. A surprising number of attorneys in this particular little field are from 'out of town.'”

“I imagine that a city-slicker ninja lawyer doesn't appreciate getting outwitted by a country bumpkin like you.”

“Well, some of the habits of civilization are rubbing off on me,” Yamada says, adjusting his glasses, “Just look at me now.”

The two of you laugh and clink your mugs.

“There was one odd thing, concerning you actually.”

Your heart must have skipped a beat at that.
[A] Let him continue
[B] Deflect this line of conversation
[C] Other

>>44851942
>[A] Let him continue
Oh, really? What did you hear?
>keep the happy mood going

>>44852107
second

“When they were doing a background check,” he whispers, “they actually brought up you, well your family actually. They weren't happy with some of the paperwork.”

You put a slice of brisket in your mouth and chew, letting him continue

“It's the lack of any sort of family records prior to your great-grandfather.”

“Is this bad for me?” you ask.

“Not in any way I can recon. He arrived in town in the middle of one of the World Wars. The sort of documentation that folks have now didn't exist and plenty of it got torched or lost in the conflict.”

The rest of the time is pleasant and light conversation. Like if he'd gotten hitched to a buxom ninja lawyer (The answer was “Not yet” with a smile). Or what sorts of food he missed (“This ramen. Nowhere else makes it thick a touch of roux”). It's almost easy to forget what feels like a noose tightening around the neck of your family's secret.

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Alright. I have to be up relatively early tomorrow, but I plan on running again tomorrow afternoon. From about 5:30pm til 11pm Central.

Sorry about how late this started and how little happened.

I'll hang around to chat for a bit before I go to bed.

>>44852426
I'm glad you're still running OP. You picking this up tomorrow morning?

>>44852461
Not tomorrow morning. I have to be up relatively early, but I plan on running tomorrow evening.

>>44852490
Alright, cool. I'll check in when I can.
Night, OP. Thanks for the thread.