It had been a good week of relaxation and indulgence in the social world. Ondori wasn't even aware half the places he had went to during the week existed until he had been introduced to them. Introduced to him by his new peers that is. After attaining the rank of Chunin just like he expected things were a lot different. He had yet faced any of the new responsibilities since he had just taken a one week vacation, but Ondori could tell he was treated differently. Being a Chunin was being taken seriously, being a Chunin was being treated like a real shinobi of Kumogakure no Sato, not just a child with a headband waving around a kunai knife. He understood why Genin weren't taken too seriously, but he still disliked it. Regardless, that was behind him now and with his Chunin Flak Jacket under his black cloak, he left his home. Locking the door, he finally had things to safe guard, it felt nice. Looking up to the sun that blessed Kumogakure, Ondori headed to the village gates. His first assignment as a Chunin dealt with foreign relations in Kirigakure, more specifically a spying task. He would be meeting other Kumogakure operatives there that would be accompanying him on the spying task. He was surprised that he received such a task, but apparently word that he had dreams of working as an Anbu ninja had trickled up the grape vine rather than down. So now here he was actually being deployed on an intel mission, it was exciting and appreciated. Along with his promotion to the rank of Chunin Ondori was being given such a task, his hard work had been noticed.
"Guess it's just you and me until we get there . . ." With him was a new instrument he had been given by his mother as a congratulations. It was a Biwa, such an odd instrument, but very historical and influential, Ondori had plans to master the stringed piece of art one day, so he figured he'd get familiar with it on his way to Kirigakure. Taking it off his back, as he walked through the towering gates of Kumogakure, he plucked the strings multiple times getting acquainted with the pitches and noises it made and he'd do this for miles upon miles.
"Guess it's just you and me until we get there . . ." With him was a new instrument he had been given by his mother as a congratulations. It was a Biwa, such an odd instrument, but very historical and influential, Ondori had plans to master the stringed piece of art one day, so he figured he'd get familiar with it on his way to Kirigakure. Taking it off his back, as he walked through the towering gates of Kumogakure, he plucked the strings multiple times getting acquainted with the pitches and noises it made and he'd do this for miles upon miles.