An Unruly Situation; Unrest Surges

"Thanks again for the help, Okisho! I'll be in your debt for sure. I should be able to handle the rest of the crates once I um...", the shop owner rolls up his sleeves, revealing a fuinjutsu seal on his forearm. Okisho took note of this immediately, as it looked very familiar to him. "That seal on your arm, where did you get that from?", he inquired.

"Oh this, from that Tenshi Boy. Man oh man, does that boy know what he is doing at TenSeals. Because of him, I feel younger again with these stamina seals. But I don't want to over do it, being 40 something and all", the store owner looks up, seeing the flash of citizens zipping past the storefront, at lightning speed. The sound of commotion seemed to be getting louder and louder. "Say, I wonder what that's all about?", Okisho, agreeing with the storeowners bewilderment, decided to check it out after waving him good bye.

He exits the store with caution, looking up to the sky. It was clear, no smoke in sight. "Well, there's no fire. But plenty of shouting", he zips down the main road and ends up to a mob of citizens, mostly Uchiha, seemingly protesting  in front of a newly built brick and mortar building.

As for attire, Okisho is a minimalist, nothing too flashy and void of any logos. He is seen wearing a simple all light grey shirt, and a pair of dark navy-blue slacks which stop at the top of his ankles. A single ninja pouch concealed underneath his black shirt. The pouch his attached to his black leather belt, fastened on the back right side of his waist. His shoes are standard issued shinobi editions, revealing his toes and back ankles. His shinobi headband is tied tight against his forehead, but not so much to cause any discomfort.



"Hey! I have a right to open up shop here, I have a permit! And if you don't back the hell up, I'm calling the police!", owner said. The rest of the new wide eyed employees remained as they were, behind the safety of large panoramic glass windows.



The shouting was going back and forth, with Okisho staring at the storefront while behind the crowd. He knew the original building that once stood there once belonged to an old family that produced some of the finest leather pieces in the village. And just like the rest of the property owners who mysteriously went missing, they were elderly as well. He shook his head, growing annoyed with the crowd at the recent development. The new money coming into the Uchiha District was flooding the gates, pushing out the locals. The price of rentals homes were skyrocketing, explaining the unrest of the crowd.

This would make the 5th coffee shop to open in the district. Nobody was going to pay close to 25 ryo for a cup of coffee, no matter how organic and foreign it was. He knew he should do something. He was after all a shinobi, and this was his home district. But he was conflicted, although, he knew what side he was on. Back and forth his eyes swayed, slowly, taking in the acrimony of the crowd, and the entitlement of the store owner. He could heart his own heart beat, acting at the timer. Each beat, counting down to the moment when one side would ultimately take ground resorting to action.