Translation
Erdbeermarmelade und Sand
nen eigener Chara in Suna xD
Jam in exchange
jam in exchange
He stared at me.
Oh my God!
Those eyes, green as jade stones, with terrible dark circles.
He didn't say anything, he probably didn't even understand me ... that would confirm why I had been stared at at the gate. It could well be that the people in this town have a different language, which would explain why everything looks so backwoods.
One of me remembered that weird old man who had been cleaning his sword. It had a creepy look on it. I shuddered, I shouldn't have thought about it. The Kazekage still hadn't said anything. I sighed and repeated again, in the hope that he had just ignored me, "Moin!", Then he stared at me again, gripping like the creepy old man, the people here didn't seem particularly open to strangers. But suddenly he said in a grave voice, probably angry that I had bothered him: "What do you want?"Ow! That hit me hard now in my poor little innocent heart.
"I, uh ... I ..", couldn't utter a word, but slammed the note on the table that I've been lugging around with me since I left the Kuhkaff, who scolded my home two months ago.
He picked up the slip of paper and began to read. I almost knew the words on the piece of paper by heart; I had read them often enough. They were written in a very messy scrawl.
Jam cure the 15. 08
"Hello, Kazekage! How are you? You're the new one, right? The old one is scraped off, as a messenger bird told me. First of all, condolences. But I also have a concern. You probably thought I would write this letter here only just for fun. FALSE! I wanted to remind you of something as the new, freshly baked Kazekage, of a contract (third drawer bottom right) that the old man signed with me, namely an exchange program between mine and your village, great, right?This year it's my turn to send an exchange student and if you lift your head up now, you'll look right in her face. Funny ne?
Well then,
Good luck with my 'kitty'
Kay Honda, jam suit. "
The Kazekage looked more and more incredulous, especially when he read expressions like "Konfitüregakure" or "Jamenkage", even all the English expressions, even "Kitty" in connection with the black-haired person in front of him, that is to say me, almost seemed to shock him. Then he checked the third drawer and found the contract, of course with the associated signatures etc. Kay thought of everything, but he could have left out ´Kitty´. I enjoyed seeing Gaara's shocked face, but then, for some reason I couldn't understand, he started to grin: "Well, Kitty ..." he started, but I interrupted him. "Joh, not Kitty, Joh!"
I screwed up my eyes and looked pretty ridiculous.
"Kitty ..." he started again, ignoring my angry growl."Since you are now something like an exchange student, you have to listen to me, so the first thing I will tell you is that you should keep as far away as possible from me". Yes, I would do that, I already knew that, I wouldn't even get too close if I were forced to, I would sooner be able to become a jam shop. Not that I wanted that. "Besides, my sister will take care of you." Then he waved me out.
I obediently went outside the door and waited for the Kazekage's sister and resolved to make life hell for all the ninjas from Suna, I had seen enough here after the Kazekage, I wanted to go home again.
It wasn't long before a young woman with blonde hair, which she had tied in four pigtails, came out of the Kazekagen's office and came straight towards me. She didn't look as creepy as the red-haired Kazekage with the killer dark circles, but she didn't look at me any friendlier, so I spontaneously decided to look back just as friendly!Nobody looked angry at me with impunity! At that she raised an eyebrow and grinned. I growled, I hated it because I couldn't and couldn't defend myself. Then she grinned wider. "Stop it!" I snarled at her. I didn't have to accept that, I knew that I couldn't look angry without looking ridiculous, but still you don't laugh at it, even if I would have done that in your place. "So you're Kitty?" "Joh ... J like currants, O like orange jam and H like raspberries", I interrupted her rather irritably. That wasn't really my style, but at some point the barrel is full and I was thirsty and I couldn't go on and didn't feel like eating that shit anymore! She kept grinning.
"Come on Kitty, you must be thirsty!" And left. I didn't really want to follow her, but my feet became independent ... unfortunately.
He stared at me.
Oh my God!
Those eyes, green as jade stones, with terrible dark circles.
He didn't say anything, he probably didn't even understand me ... that would confirm why I had been stared at at the gate. It could well be that the people in this town have a different language, which would explain why everything looks so backwoods.
One of me remembered that weird old man who had been cleaning his sword. It had a creepy look on it. I shuddered, I shouldn't have thought about it. The Kazekage still hadn't said anything. I sighed and repeated again, in the hope that he had just ignored me, "Moin!", Then he stared at me again, gripping like the creepy old man, the people here didn't seem particularly open to strangers. But suddenly he said in a grave voice, probably angry that I had bothered him: "What do you want?"Ow! That hit me hard now in my poor little innocent heart.
"I, uh ... I ..", couldn't utter a word, but slammed the note on the table that I've been lugging around with me since I left the Kuhkaff, who scolded my home two months ago.
He picked up the slip of paper and began to read. I almost knew the words on the piece of paper by heart; I had read them often enough. They were written in a very messy scrawl.
Jam cure the 15. 08
"Hello, Kazekage! How are you? You're the new one, right? The old one is scraped off, as a messenger bird told me. First of all, condolences. But I also have a concern. You probably thought I would write this letter here only just for fun. FALSE! I wanted to remind you of something as the new, freshly baked Kazekage, of a contract (third drawer bottom right) that the old man signed with me, namely an exchange program between mine and your village, great, right?This year it's my turn to send an exchange student and if you lift your head up now, you'll look right in her face. Funny ne?
Well then,
Good luck with my 'kitty'
Kay Honda, jam suit. "
The Kazekage looked more and more incredulous, especially when he read expressions like "Konfitüregakure" or "Jamenkage", even all the English expressions, even "Kitty" in connection with the black-haired person in front of him, that is to say me, almost seemed to shock him. Then he checked the third drawer and found the contract, of course with the associated signatures etc. Kay thought of everything, but he could have left out ´Kitty´. I enjoyed seeing Gaara's shocked face, but then, for some reason I couldn't understand, he started to grin: "Well, Kitty ..." he started, but I interrupted him. "Joh, not Kitty, Joh!"
I screwed up my eyes and looked pretty ridiculous.
"Kitty ..." he started again, ignoring my angry growl."Since you are now something like an exchange student, you have to listen to me, so the first thing I will tell you is that you should keep as far away as possible from me". Yes, I would do that, I already knew that, I wouldn't even get too close if I were forced to, I would sooner be able to become a jam shop. Not that I wanted that. "Besides, my sister will take care of you." Then he waved me out.
I obediently went outside the door and waited for the Kazekage's sister and resolved to make life hell for all the ninjas from Suna, I had seen enough here after the Kazekage, I wanted to go home again.
It wasn't long before a young woman with blonde hair, which she had tied in four pigtails, came out of the Kazekagen's office and came straight towards me. She didn't look as creepy as the red-haired Kazekage with the killer dark circles, but she didn't look at me any friendlier, so I spontaneously decided to look back just as friendly!Nobody looked angry at me with impunity! At that she raised an eyebrow and grinned. I growled, I hated it because I couldn't and couldn't defend myself. Then she grinned wider. "Stop it!" I snarled at her. I didn't have to accept that, I knew that I couldn't look angry without looking ridiculous, but still you don't laugh at it, even if I would have done that in your place. "So you're Kitty?" "Joh ... J like currants, O like orange jam and H like raspberries", I interrupted her rather irritably. That wasn't really my style, but at some point the barrel is full and I was thirsty and I couldn't go on and didn't feel like eating that shit anymore! She kept grinning.
"Come on Kitty, you must be thirsty!" And left. I didn't really want to follow her, but my feet became independent ... unfortunately.