Asura Senju
Asura arrived back to the compound soon enough, he was a bit wet but the rain didn't bother him enough for the ninja to avoid getting wet. In fact he always joked that it made him look good, sexy, and he wouldn't give up a chance to have feminine eyes following him. Of course that wasn't the only reason, sometimes he simply enjoyed the feeling of the rain water, and while it meant he had to change, not wishing to be soaked for an extended duration of time, it did make it normal for him to walk around in the rain. Besides, in the hidden village it was nearly impossible to stay dry when it rained unless one walked around with an umbrella all day and Asura would be damned if he was about to tote around something so tedious. While it was still raining it was useless to change though, especially with him, and most likely everyone else becoming use to the constant downpours that plagued the village. Sure there was the occasional shine of the sun but it never lasted more than a few hours. It seemed backwards, much like the current situation with the Jinchuuriki, their own villages forcing them to flee instead of working with them, everything was backwards.
As with the rain Asura dealt with the circumstances that had driven him to flee his old home, his only real reminders being his memories and some personal effects, though his guardian evoked a similar remembrance. The man who had vowed to protect him was an Uchiha, Ryke was a good shinobi and a decent guy, rather odd but Asura wasn't one to judge, not being who he was. They hadn't known each other well before, they had fought together several times but not in the same unit and while they were both powerful they had much different styles of fighting, styles that countered different ninja and thus they were often used in separate capacities. That being said the Uchiha was doing his best to keep tabs on Asura, watching over him and always seeming to be prepared for whatever trouble would eventually befall them. Asura had done his best to keep a distance, the memories associated with the village which the man evoked not exactly being pleasant, at least not the ones which plagued Asura's mind as of late. It wasn't easy, not when the ninja was tasked with protecting him but so far he had managed to keep a relatively good distance between them, keeping to himself and going about his own business.
Asura went inside his place when he finally reached the compound, ignoring other people and heading inside, grabbing up a few things, including some extra money, before heading right back out. There was no point in staying inside his house, there was little to do inside when he was alone and it wasn't as if adventure or beauty would just come walking through his door. Well it had happened once but that was not how things usually worked out. So he went back out towards the town, walking casually and without much care for anybody watching him, which happened quite often. The Jinchuuriki had received a relatively warm welcome from the Hidden Rain, they had been eager to assist the hosts in keeping their lives and depriving the Akatsuki of the last remaining tailed beasts, and they seemed particularly happy to receive such strong support from such actions, many ninja following the Jinchuuriki to the village, as guardians if they were strong enough and as mere supporters if they were not. It had brought increased prosperity to the industrial village and made it easier to defend the precious remaining beasts at the same time.
So people were glad to have them, at least most were, not only due to their belief that the Jinchuuriki were innocent but also due to the economic wealth and power that they brought with them. Asura didn't care too much about that however, he was more interested in some company, food, and perhaps a bit of Sake. Hell if he got bored enough he would even play some card or find a good place to nap, the latter being one of his favorite activities, whether it be without or after having company. In his time in the Hidden Rain Village he had yet to find a favorite spot to spend his time, he had a few inns and bars with decent service, to him that being reasonable prices and beautiful serving girls, but the industrialized city had a good deal of businesses and he had yet to investigate them all. Besides, he had never found one that contained everything he wanted of a high value. He had found places with great food, found places with good sake, beautiful women, comfortable seating, and a few places with great prices, but never any with all of them. There always seemed to be something lacking and most of the time it was the food or the women, sometimes both. He was still on the hunt for the perfect place to call his usual, as much as he hated being consistent and easy to read he wanted a spot that he could rely on to keep him relaxed and happy. He was intent on finding it and for the time being that was recon, looking around aimlessly, the best way to do things in his opinion.