Shino hadnt done much for the last few months, he spent what seemed like an eternity with his master, sushi, training to be the best he possibly could. Sushi has given him many a spankings for his pitiful loss in the second round of the tournaments.
Time for an adventure!
Shino was gone in no time, his warm, frog ridden abode was now miles behind him. Shino was darting around, kicking off of trees, jumping from tree tops, cartwheels, barrelrolls, everything of the sort. He had no paticular destination, but he knew where he was going, there was going to be something big. Or, so he hoped.
In no time, he made it to a small village on the outskirts of the country. Shino made his way to a local bar, and sat down on an abandoned stool, and called out. Sake please.