Jouchi's first post

The new genin ties her headband to her forehead for the first time. She just graduated from the academy. She feels confident of her ninja future. After all, she mastered all the academy jutsus perfectly. Her skills on these techniques and the other knowledge from the academy alone, will surely help her to complete even the most highest ranked of missions. Or is she too naive? The future will reveal the truth. This young genin will leave the worries for later and go celebrate. She got no family and her academy friends will celebrate with their families. The youngster realises she has to go alone. She tryes to force up a smile in hope to force herself into happy mode. But she is unable to maintaine the smile in more than a second. She realises that she is not happy and cannot become it either.

Jouchi decides to buy the most expensive meal of the menu of a restaurant called Great Food Every Day. Perhaps this will cheer her up. She enters the building and gets hit by warm air and a smell of food. There are 2 visible cooks working and they look to be wet of sweat. Or is that the water which was vapored by the boiled water and landed on the faces of the cooks?
It's rather small place with only containing 5 tables. The seats are looking well made and comftorable. There is currently only one costumer. A very old man who stares out of the window with a glass of beer in his hand. A blind fly repeatly crashes at the man's face but the activity is completly ignored.

"One Legendary Seven Swordsmen Pizza!" Jouchi Fumito ordered. It would contain a lobster, caviar, tomato sauce, salmon, medallions, prosciutto and vinegar.
"Sure and whats for drinks?" The cook asked.
"A coke please." Jouchi replied shortly.
"Comming up." The cook gave the coke and began with the food cooking.
Jouchi stares of in the space and wonders if she can meet her friends later that day.

People started to gather at the restaurant. It was normal lunch time. It became crowded very quickly. There were not enough tables for each group to have their own. Soon she would have to share her table with bunch of strangers.