Why the hell am I here? (Open)

Watari walked out openly into the public of the tow square. He was rather uncomfortable around so many frantic people. Watari truly wanted to ask someone for directions to where he was supposed to be going.... but the truth was Watari didn't even know where he was supposed to be going in the first place. As the atrocious sounds of bartering and laughs and cries of babies and the smells of food and cleaning products for sale had bombarded his senses, Watari closed his right and and looked up, searching his mind...

"Why the hell am I here?"

Someone had knocked into him and angrily turned around shouting right in his face

WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING PUNK!

and stormed off.

Watari simply looked down at the ground. He had been pushed to his knees and, flabbergasted, he did nothing. He was not sure what even happened. Watari didn't remember moving one inch when the man came by to be able to hit him. Watari was very confused and very tired all of the sudden. He wanted to go home, and asked himself once again....

"Why the hell am I here?"

Watari needed a friend, but it didn't matter too much at the moment. He got up, brushed himself off, and slowly made his way into the unseen world that was Kumogakure. He had graduated the academy and was ready to take on the world... but where in the world was he supposed to be? Watari was very confused and alone. He needed to know who his teammates were going to be, and he needed to know if they would accept him. But he didn't know where they were, who they were, how they acted, how they looked.... anything...

Watari slowly walked over to a stand and steadied himself by firmly placings his small hands around the small pole that held up the marquee.

"........ why the hell am i here?"