Tou sincerely hated the thought of other nations not of Sound nature freely occupying their land. It riddled him with rage that the Taiyou empire had sought their sights on his village as opposed to the other weaker nations. They would easily repel the forces, and he concluded that Mai had made the preparations with ample opportunity to shed enemies of their lives as opposed to the Sound's own - and not out of a lack of ability in order to defend against it.
For that purpose, Tou was actually shuffling wood. Yes - literally shuffling wood from station to station alongside a small squad of other Genin. A small mission, with so little difficulty it would be better left with slaves. But yet, he was here. Just making use of creating... what he assumed would be for reinforcements? Barricades? Temporary structures? Fires? The man had no idea.
So during his day it was apt that he had begun to hum and sing, much to the chagrin of the people around him. He didn't mind. One more stump on a wagon, he supposed. Who else to bother in training his own body by cheap labour. The empire were due to attack soon, so it was best to keep the pure safe first - and that meant taking care of business first.
The smell of sweat and anger sailed loudly through the air, assaulting everyone who dared to come close to the 'working' line. Side by side with a I-didn't-bother-counting amount of genin, we were a human assembly line for wood. Admittedly, the exercise was more enjoyable than some of the camp training, but not by much.
The sun craned overhead, my bare chest screaming with sweat. A pass across my forehead with my wrist, water flailing to the earth. The pair I was stuck in the middle of were quiet, not even bothering to introduce themselves. Quiet. Boring. I know the type. Another chunk of wood, another drop of sweat; the day was going as slow as it was hot.
Wait. I paused for a second, exhaling slowly. Is someone singing? My head popped up, leaning out of the line to scan the genin I was joined with. A moment, then another - the wood-passer behind me attempting (and failing) to elbow me in the side - there they were!
"Hey, you! The hell're ya singing?? That a fucking lullaby?" My voice cut through the air, the mocking tone riling up a few of those in the precession. A few chimes of 'Baby over here singing a lullaby!' rang through them, and a smile slipped onto my face.
Tou was enjoying his day or the serenity of it, and not so much the actual work of it. All for a good cause. It caused him breath and to stop in his tracks and to turn his entire body because of the weight of the log in his hands to see who had called him out initially. Met by that of a pale shinobi. Was he? No.... was he? No... Tou's eyes did squint at him.
His initial thoughts were of restraint, because the man was effectively trying to 'sus' whether the shinobi in front of him was of the Sound or not. He did not want to... overtly strain tension where it was not required (between Sound shinobi). He had not seen this individual before and had almost every intention of quite the salacious response. But, alas, it did not come.
The man's biceps were really screaming under the weight, and Tou would adjust with twisting the log on his body, pressing it downward into his hip for some temporary relief. "If you don't like it, turn up the tunes~" Tou cooed to anyone who dared whether the directness of the presumed Genin in front of him, or by those crowing from his peripherals. Unbothered so far by his presence of their words, for Tou had dealt with the scathing noise of disdain from others.
Tou sincerely hated the thought of other nations not of Sound nature freely occupying their land. It riddled him with rage that the Taiyou empire had sought their sights on his village as opposed to the other weaker nations. They would easily repel the forces, and he concluded that Mai had made the preparations with ample opportunity to shed enemies of their lives as opposed to the Sound's own - and not out of a lack of ability in order to defend against it.
