Kimimaro Yoga looked at the chart, seeing the trends in the different countries.
Looking over at the country he resided in, he was met with the face of Japan, the chart showing that it was rising in the global scale.
He looked behind himself, seeing the ever bustling citizens of his country.
It had been 1 week since he'd destroyed the East Asian Financial District and inadvertently saved the future of this country.
Every last head in this nation owed him their country, their future.
He had been the one to save them all.
Kimimaro might have smiled at that fact, emphasis on "might", if he truly wanted to.
Pulling the slip from his pocket, his brown eyes half lidded themselves, reflecting his overall glum mood.
What he held was a picture of himself, standing next to a much older man who bore a striking resemblance to him, and two girls, both with large extensive horns jutting out the sides of their heads, somewhat like elfs, one very short (well, both were short, but she was easily the shortest of them all), with a white dress on and a blank look for an expression, and a slightly scrawny girl, the black and white photo not showing her flaming red hair and emerald green eyes.
Kimimaro himself still felt his expression, typically either bored and frustrated or just as expressionless as the shortest of the group, as his typical anti-social nature made him be, become a cluster of emotions that only showed clearly through his eyes, for his face was still only as expressionless as it typically was.
He understood that he’d destroyed the Financial District, and in doing so, he separated himself from his partner within said District.
Or maybe “destroyed” wasn’t the right word.
He felt himself slouch down slightly again, the 19 year old looking around, the American Dollar bills in everyone’s hands making it even more plain as day what his actions had caused.
Ever since the East Asian Financial DIstrict had disappeared, the effect it had on Japan was that it now used the American Dollar for currency.
He felt it creepy, or maybe just plain dark, about what happened just when he saw the overall effect of the Financial District’s destruction.
Misakaki, the guide of the East Asian District as Kimimaro tended to call him, had told him that in spite of his efforts, the “Financial District is eternal”.
Regardless of whether the future of that country was changed or not, people were still entered into the Financial District, so long as there were futures that could be used to uphold it.
And after telling the unsung Savior of Japan that he could call him out whenever he so pleased, Misakaki, quite literally, disappeared into thin air, his inhumanly wide smile and golden eyes filled with bottomless glee.
Kimimaro had chosen to never call on Misakaki, regardless of the circumstance.
He’d had enough of the Financial District for a time.
Fast forward 1 week later and here he was.
Reminiscent and nostalgic of the past with his partner, and to what many might think surprising not anything else at all.
Sure, Kimimaro had to admit being able to not have to worry as heavily about bills, but that was little more of an unwanted luxury to him.
Even after going through all of the things he had, Kimimaro still had one goal in mind (though it’d changed a bit): He wanted to have a family and a salary that could securely keep him and his family (at the least) living in a very comfortable condition.
He’d learned from his father’s mistakes and decided to change himself for the better.
But, he looked at his watch as he checked the time, he had to get through college first…
He could be found several minutes later as he was running to his next class, carrying his books in his bag as it rained.
He could feel the drops hitting his head repeatedly, and as he found shelter under the school building, he sighed again.
Great, he thought, now his books were all wet…
He didn’t really think it was anything to worry about when he saw the steel gray clouds forming in the sky, but now Kimimaro started wondering if he should stop trusting his gut with decisions.
He gathered his remaining belongings, putting them into his bag, then started to run into the building again, sprinting to reach his class in time, knowing he needed to know as much as possible to reach his life goal (not that it’d make things any easier, as he often struggled even when studying alone, but he still had to try!).
He passed the steadily rising numbers in rooms, not really looking at them, thinking he knew the way by heart.
However, as he grabbed the door handle of the door he thought was his door, he noticed that it wasn’t the right room.
He scowled at himself, somewhat annoyed as he ran back, reminding himself again that he was in a deeply altered reality now.
He was still getting used to the new arrangements in the classroom.
He sprinted back, knowing he’d probably be late, but then stopped dead in his tracks as he passed a hall, the all too gleeful voice making him freeze, “I see you’re lifestyle hasn’t changed much.”
Turning around, he came face to face with Misakaki himself.
“What’re you doing here?” The boy almost yelled in his surprise.
“I wanted to ask you a wager, Kimimaro.” His smile widened, “Care to make a trade off?”
“What?” Kimimaro asked, his patience not lasting long.
“I’d like to say you’ve been accepted into the American and East Asian Financial Districts.”
“What? Again with this?”
The college student only got a wink as a response.
“Is it alright if I decline this time?” He said, part of him wanting to turn tail and run away as he waited for his answer, even if it might’ve been futile.
Surprisingly, “Yes, it’ll be okay if you decline.” Hope filled the boy as those words reached his ears.
“Unless you don’t want ‘C’ to wipe away everything you’ve worked for.” He teleported, behind Kimimaro, and as he turned to face him, he saw that he was floating in mid air as though he were lying on a bed, waving his shins up and down, holding his face up with the palm of his hand.
Kimimaro didn’t respond for a long moment.
“...you’ve got to be kidding me…”
The ever present smile on the man’s face was changed by his narrowed eyes, which spoke as though he was challenging the college student to deny it.
“...” He sighed again, this time in frustration. “Fine, I’ll hear you out this time. But if it doesn’t seem like something necessary, I will deny it!”
He crossed his arms, waiting for the guide’s response as he smiled even more greatly.