Naruto was perhaps a little naive at times, and maybe far too trusting of people - but he wasn't stupid. It had taken a fair few hours to get over what he'd been told. To understand that this world wasn't his own, but he felt just as real here as he had ever done - except with the huge loss of Kurama. Perhaps it was a way of knowing he was safe - that all the chakra was gone, and yet here he stood, the crystal in hand and the bobble thing telling him all about it.
Something like a festival was a great way to distract him, and although his thoughts wandered back to the war happening back home right this minute - seeing that there were other people in the same situation was a comfort. He'd spoken to a few, some at length, some for brief enough to simply exchange the question 'are you new too?' before he decided that whatever this was couldn't be changed.
Maybe he'd work it out later.
Culinary Attractions
With his Moogle, Mogsuke in tow, Naruto had managed to locate something that was incredibly close to his heart. Food was the very thing that gave him life, and... well, it would be stupid not to eat, right?
In only a few minutes he's packed himself up with different sweets, foods, drinks and most importantly - a box of pork ramen noodles. His pockets are full to bursting with anything he could fit in them to have later, because for now he was happily enjoying the taste of something he'd missed dearly back home.
So enamored with the taste, it isn't long before he's walking along with a huge grin on his face... and his eyes closed.
Blitzball
Naruto hadn't been so sure about what was going on, but he was swept up with the hundreds of other people heading into the huge building that it would just be rude not to find out. Much to his delight, the game is interesting enough to him as the ramen had been. It's fascinating. He'd seen sparring matches, and the occasional football game back home - but this was...
"Amazing." It's spoken with the tone of someone truly in awe of what he's seeing - eyes following the ball, and by the time the first goal has been scored he's cheering loud enough for a few nearby spectators to turn and look at him.
"... Er. That was a pretty good one though, right?"
Outside the Fortune Telling Moogle Stand
Lips pressed into a pout. Arms folded. Eyes narrowed. It's a look many of his friends back home are familiar with, and already whatever relationship he'd formed with Mogsuke has grown strong enough that the little Moogle is stood on top of Naruto's head, mimicing the stance and the expression.
"So-- you're sayin' I die?"
FIREWORKS OMG
The Blitzball had been his favourite part of the day. He'd learnt so much, and found himself desperately hunting for information that would help him locate the next match - even hoping that he might be able to try it himself some time.
The food had been delicious, the attractions a lot of fun - but now the end of the day was close by, he was realising just how tired he was. Without Kurama's chakra pushing him through all the stages of exhaustion, he was left sat up on top of a roof he'd had to climb to get to. Feet hanging over the edge of the building, hands back to lean against them as he cast his eyes to the sky.
It really was beautiful, and yet-- suddenly he found himself thinking very intently about home. Was he really stuck here? What would happen back home whilst he was here? Would time stop, or had he died? Would they think he'd abandoned them? After the fireworks - he'd just have to find out for himself.
Uzumaki Naruto
Something like a festival was a great way to distract him, and although his thoughts wandered back to the war happening back home right this minute - seeing that there were other people in the same situation was a comfort. He'd spoken to a few, some at length, some for brief enough to simply exchange the question 'are you new too?' before he decided that whatever this was couldn't be changed.
Maybe he'd work it out later.
Culinary Attractions
With his Moogle, Mogsuke in tow, Naruto had managed to locate something that was incredibly close to his heart. Food was the very thing that gave him life, and... well, it would be stupid not to eat, right?
In only a few minutes he's packed himself up with different sweets, foods, drinks and most importantly - a box of pork ramen noodles. His pockets are full to bursting with anything he could fit in them to have later, because for now he was happily enjoying the taste of something he'd missed dearly back home.
So enamored with the taste, it isn't long before he's walking along with a huge grin on his face... and his eyes closed.
Blitzball
Naruto hadn't been so sure about what was going on, but he was swept up with the hundreds of other people heading into the huge building that it would just be rude not to find out. Much to his delight, the game is interesting enough to him as the ramen had been. It's fascinating. He'd seen sparring matches, and the occasional football game back home - but this was...
"Amazing." It's spoken with the tone of someone truly in awe of what he's seeing - eyes following the ball, and by the time the first goal has been scored he's cheering loud enough for a few nearby spectators to turn and look at him.
"... Er. That was a pretty good one though, right?"
Outside the Fortune Telling Moogle Stand
Lips pressed into a pout. Arms folded. Eyes narrowed. It's a look many of his friends back home are familiar with, and already whatever relationship he'd formed with Mogsuke has grown strong enough that the little Moogle is stood on top of Naruto's head, mimicing the stance and the expression.
"So-- you're sayin' I die?"
FIREWORKS OMG
The Blitzball had been his favourite part of the day. He'd learnt so much, and found himself desperately hunting for information that would help him locate the next match - even hoping that he might be able to try it himself some time.
The food had been delicious, the attractions a lot of fun - but now the end of the day was close by, he was realising just how tired he was. Without Kurama's chakra pushing him through all the stages of exhaustion, he was left sat up on top of a roof he'd had to climb to get to. Feet hanging over the edge of the building, hands back to lean against them as he cast his eyes to the sky.
It really was beautiful, and yet-- suddenly he found himself thinking very intently about home. Was he really stuck here? What would happen back home whilst he was here? Would time stop, or had he died? Would they think he'd abandoned them? After the fireworks - he'd just have to find out for himself.