Mao casually walked through the city pondering where her Ashikabi might be. She wasn't fretting about it too much. The Ashikabi would be found one way or another. What she did worry about though was that she only had the one bottle of Sake on her. It wasn't going to last long and she hated finishing the last one. The last bit of it dripped into her mouth little by little until not even a drop was left. With her mouth curling into a frown, Mao tossed the emptied bottle into a trash can and continued her march into the city. Now that her sake was gone, the thing that brought attention to her was the outlandish outfit she wore. It was like someone was walking around in cosplay for no reason whatsoever, however much truth was there.

A brave enough person walked up to her with a friend and asked, "Who are you dressed as?"

Mao was throughly confused. Dressed as? She wasn't trying to imitate someone to the best of her knowledge. She watched little T.V. in her time as a child and it was not something imparted on her easily as she could never keep all too many characters straight. If there was no interaction with someone she couldn't be bothered to keep that knowledge. "Umm. I don't know really? Myself I guess. How about you? Who are you dressed as?" She questioned right back.

The guy and his friend were taken aback. "I don't get it. I've never heard that line before." He obviously didn't understand. 

Mao was getting a little annoyed. "Then you don't need to." Bluntly. "I'll take my leave then." She didn't really care much at this point. Walking past them she kept her eyes forward not worrying about the guys behind her. She hears something behind her, the two guys, complaining about her attitude. "Like you're any better, geez." 

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Sitting on the veranda of the Shrine, Amane drinks freshly made Green Tea. The Shrine is in fine shape compared how it was when her parents were taking care of it. The Dojo and Archery Range are used every now and then, but not now. All is quiet around the shrine leaving a peaceful and serene mood. Amane stares blankly towards the arch entrance of the shrine. "No visitors today." She wasn't surprised by that. People didn't visit all too much aside from festivals and when there were training camps from the local schools. It's tough when people ask for the chance to hold a camp there as males have a negative effect on her but she somehow makes it work. 

Finished with the tea, Amame put her set up. The old set goes into a cabinet where it belongs and the Shrine Maiden walks outside. As with her normal daily schedule the broom is taken and used to clean the pathway from the entrance to the shrine itself. It didn't take too long to sweep the path clean since it was an everyday habit. "I wonder if we'll receive any donations." With the rise of the common era and the rise of science, the belief in the gods of the old ages has dwindled greatly. The name of the deity enshrined here has been lost to time and only rumors remain. One of the rumors implied that the deity was one that enjoyed the spirit of archery and is a possible reason archery is practiced. "Maybe there will be better luck tomorrow with that."