Sitting cross-legged in the sand and dust of the Sungakure streets, Rokuro hummed an up-beat tune that might have confused any onlookers who might have been confused by the sight of such a happy beggar. Perhaps that was why Rokuro had to as of yet achieve any results from his panhandling. Eyes closed, as they usually were, the blind man sat against the side of a small building in the middle of Yoshitsune Plaza, a place of busy foot-traffic that made it a favorite of beggars and homeless alike. Rokuro had to arrive early in the morning to actually get a spot here. Fortunately, it didn't mind getting up early in the morning, anyway. He even had warm tea to keep him cozy during the cold of the nights and early-morning in the village, before the sun had risen into the sky and bathed the desert village in the intense heat of the day.
Even though the temperatures were reaching their noon-time peak, Rokuro was undaunted, both in his panhandling and his consumption of tea. Even though his cup was empty of any donations, the blind man considered it well-enough time for a hard-earned break. He let out a hearty laugh directed at no one in particular, then placed the empty cup onto the ground, still devoid of any donations. Producing a second cup, the man brought the vessel close to his chest, holding the it there for a moment. With his other hand he stroked his beard a single time, the long flaps of his coat obscuring his torso and the cup from view. When he lowered his obscuring arm back to his side, the cup he held was full of steaming tea - a better filling for a glass than money, anyway.
Taking a mighty sip, Rokuro let out a contented sigh from his shaded spot against the wall. It was a quaint and pleasant day that had no need of any important tasks or even minor struggles. It was a good day.