The red light district was fairly infamous for shady activities, especially during the night. While a popular place for adults to experience night life, such as gambling, drinking, and karaoke, these business ventures are popular to attract criminals from all walks: juvenile thugs to more organized crime syndicates. Despite the bad reputation, the red light district within Konoha is rather tame compared to most cities. In fact, as ironic as it sounds, the street vermin that lurk the alleyways and well-furnished offices fear the ninja that make up the military force in Konohagakure no Sato. The hoodlums are well under the thumb of the shinobi, as they often seek the criminals for information on a hit placed or cargo being smuggled within the village. Keeping authoritarian relationships with the gangsters served as a means to build good relationships, track crime, and of course filter out any potential threats that could make its way inside the village from an enemy nation.
Of course having no enemies the restrictions are rather lax. Standard inspections and the whole nine yards are followed as protocol suggests, though no need of interrogation or extreme force is ever needed. The stories of "never be alone out at night" are primarily tall tales shared among civilians and visitors to add a daring factor to the red light district, but in actuality the streets are rather tame. The risk of encountering trouble is marginally increased, but more often than not that trouble would be a few ill-mannered adolescents hyped up on too much sugar.
Being a few hours from the heart of Konohagakure it was unusual to see Naomi in such an urban part of the village, especially since she preferred her rural residency and clear air over closely stacked apartments and stinky garbage. The reason for her adventure into the bowels of Konohagakure was due to one of her favorite past-times: geocaching. Naomi wore a pair of light brown boots which rode up her leg covering her calf. Both boots have the same design with a blue lace tied at the tops. To complete her simple outfit is a one-piece light blue cheongsam with golden embroidery and a brown sash around her waist. The free design of her outfit provides comfort during most seasons and is flexible given her labor intensive duties as a farmhand, ninja, and apprentice metalworker, fletcher, and leatherworker. Naomi wears her forehead protector around her left arm like an armband, the cloth being blue in color to match the rest of her outfit.
Naomi sports naturally dark green hair which is fastened into a long ponytail which rides down her back. Despite her labor intensive lifestyle she prefers to take care of herself given her soft, fair skin as opposed to what would normally be rough and tan. Her eyes are a blue in color. Standing at 5'7 and weighing in roughly 135 lbs she is rather tall for her age, which is natural in her family for being taller, heartier folk compared to the average population.
In her hands she held a single folded slip of parchment which was the last clue for the cache. The picture was a sketch of what appeared to be an alleyway between two apartment complexes. She needed to follow the alley to its end, push aside a trash dumpster, and dig a meter into the softened earth. The day was dusk after the sun had just set giving her limited daylight to find what she needed before a night hike back home. She moved along the sidewalk like all passerby did until she stopped suddenly, drifting her eyes from her map to the area surrounding her. The apartments were identify, with balconies and fire exits on the outsides of the buildings.
Taking a few backsteps into the streets she aligned the piece of paper with the scene before her. "Bingo." With full determination, Naomi plunged straight into the alleyway. Given her training she was more attuned to dim environments than the average person. Naomi was able to navigate safely and comfortably into the alley with little delay until she reached the end. There is was. The big green dumpster. And it was just before garbage day.
The container was filled past capacity with large bags of garbage, which inevitably increased the weight of the steel bin significantly. But Naomi was not going to come home empty-handed. Taking in a steep breath through her nose she exhaled from her mouth in full determination. She stood a mere three meters from the dumpster before kneeling down into a three-point stance. Contracting her legs and thighs she sprung into a perfect blitz extending both arms outwards. Her speed, bodyweight, and strength pounded into the steel container as the sound which rang made it audible that something hard rammed into the dumpster. And hard it was.
Her obstacle budged only a few inches as Naomi's palms and arms grew numb for a moment, her legs churnings as she struggled to move the container out of the way. Her body was insignificant as her effort only resulted in her feet burrowing herself a small trench. After fifteen seconds of consistent effort she quickly realized she wasn't going to get anywhere by herself. Stepping back from the container she caught her breath with a few huffs and puffs as she analyzed her challenge. Because that is what ninja do.
Of course having no enemies the restrictions are rather lax. Standard inspections and the whole nine yards are followed as protocol suggests, though no need of interrogation or extreme force is ever needed. The stories of "never be alone out at night" are primarily tall tales shared among civilians and visitors to add a daring factor to the red light district, but in actuality the streets are rather tame. The risk of encountering trouble is marginally increased, but more often than not that trouble would be a few ill-mannered adolescents hyped up on too much sugar.
Being a few hours from the heart of Konohagakure it was unusual to see Naomi in such an urban part of the village, especially since she preferred her rural residency and clear air over closely stacked apartments and stinky garbage. The reason for her adventure into the bowels of Konohagakure was due to one of her favorite past-times: geocaching. Naomi wore a pair of light brown boots which rode up her leg covering her calf. Both boots have the same design with a blue lace tied at the tops. To complete her simple outfit is a one-piece light blue cheongsam with golden embroidery and a brown sash around her waist. The free design of her outfit provides comfort during most seasons and is flexible given her labor intensive duties as a farmhand, ninja, and apprentice metalworker, fletcher, and leatherworker. Naomi wears her forehead protector around her left arm like an armband, the cloth being blue in color to match the rest of her outfit.
Naomi sports naturally dark green hair which is fastened into a long ponytail which rides down her back. Despite her labor intensive lifestyle she prefers to take care of herself given her soft, fair skin as opposed to what would normally be rough and tan. Her eyes are a blue in color. Standing at 5'7 and weighing in roughly 135 lbs she is rather tall for her age, which is natural in her family for being taller, heartier folk compared to the average population.
In her hands she held a single folded slip of parchment which was the last clue for the cache. The picture was a sketch of what appeared to be an alleyway between two apartment complexes. She needed to follow the alley to its end, push aside a trash dumpster, and dig a meter into the softened earth. The day was dusk after the sun had just set giving her limited daylight to find what she needed before a night hike back home. She moved along the sidewalk like all passerby did until she stopped suddenly, drifting her eyes from her map to the area surrounding her. The apartments were identify, with balconies and fire exits on the outsides of the buildings.
Taking a few backsteps into the streets she aligned the piece of paper with the scene before her. "Bingo." With full determination, Naomi plunged straight into the alleyway. Given her training she was more attuned to dim environments than the average person. Naomi was able to navigate safely and comfortably into the alley with little delay until she reached the end. There is was. The big green dumpster. And it was just before garbage day.
The container was filled past capacity with large bags of garbage, which inevitably increased the weight of the steel bin significantly. But Naomi was not going to come home empty-handed. Taking in a steep breath through her nose she exhaled from her mouth in full determination. She stood a mere three meters from the dumpster before kneeling down into a three-point stance. Contracting her legs and thighs she sprung into a perfect blitz extending both arms outwards. Her speed, bodyweight, and strength pounded into the steel container as the sound which rang made it audible that something hard rammed into the dumpster. And hard it was.
Her obstacle budged only a few inches as Naomi's palms and arms grew numb for a moment, her legs churnings as she struggled to move the container out of the way. Her body was insignificant as her effort only resulted in her feet burrowing herself a small trench. After fifteen seconds of consistent effort she quickly realized she wasn't going to get anywhere by herself. Stepping back from the container she caught her breath with a few huffs and puffs as she analyzed her challenge. Because that is what ninja do.