Itaru was off duty and had gotten a pass to leave the village for a nearby town for the day. It was a little town with cobblestone roads and a friendly atmosphere, mostly on the up and up thanks to the security of Iwagakure. Still, there were unfortunate souls here that had very little. While Itaru had very little spiritual beliefs he thought that helping people was the right thing to do.

As bandaged as ever to conceal his kekkei genkai, he stood in a soup kitchen with an apron on, dipping a ladle into a large pot of soup and serving it to the needy with a smile. He wasn’t alone, there were a few people from the village and even a few he didn’t know that were working the kitchen as well. Things were a bit slower today, so after serving a customer and seeing that there was no line, he went to sit down.

The little cafeteria where they were serving people had six rows of tables. Three were occupied by people eating or joist loitering around and talking. He enjoyed listening to the sound of people relieved of hunger. He didn’t want to intrude on their conversations though, so he politely took a seat on his own in the corner and listened to them while he read over a scroll.