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Reflection: Coming of Understanding
Wed Sep 30, 2020 10:47 pm
The weather has been so warm in recent days, the air so velvety on the boy's skin. It is a spa from the time the light filters over the hills until it too takes its rest. Clouds drift by on the most relaxed of breezes, helping his eyes to appreciate the bluebird sky all the more. Then again, this was how it was for the last few days. For some unascertainable reasons, the weather on this particular date was none of these. As a matter of fact, it was strangely pleasant and cool with a constant breeze. Usually the sun would be an affectionate mistress who'd shower the people with light kisses, instead as of today she was acting oddly distant towards them. Vast open land as far as the eyes could see, streams of rivers crossing like snakes in tall grass. Souji keeping his distance from the rivers, taking care not to fall in under any circumstances. But it was nice to look at.
Newly liberated from bis konoha restraints, his wings extended as he scored to where his feet led him. He made sure not to keep anything of the village's on his person as he ventured. As he motioned to a crossing where he had to cross through the river he eyes it for a moment. The child stands so still, unsure if River is friend or foe. His hair blew across his face as he reflected on his departure, his abandonment of his family. At his age he should be out doing missions with other genin, instead he is reminded that there were so few that even he could jot find all with his eyes. He kneels to see his reflection in the water, his Byakugan expanding his periphery until he felt himself to be safe. His clothes were still in good condition, a little dirty but nothing too bad. There was no danger that he could see in the body of tge river and so he stood and crossed. Cold, yet soothing the water was to his flesh. The smell of fresh air outside of the toxic village made him smile, even if it was lightly.
"...I am not a child anymore, I grew up many years ago. Life was never easy with mom and dad, but after they both submitted everything thing went to hell." The boy spoke to himself as he kept his stride. In some ways his life improved. There were good people who cared, enough food and clothes. But everytime he saw a cut flower, or a broken pot, he knew how it felt. No roots at all, no anchor to the world; yet was still expected to give its beauty, to flourish and warm the hearts of others. A twisted way to think about things. As for the pot, carefully crafted, with ample time and dedication put into its creation; only to be fragile enough to shatter. Once shattered 'sorry' could not fit the pieced together the same. No one could see his vulnerability, the roots that he lacked. He distance himself from anyone that ever attempted to get close. Trust was never a strong suit for him. He never known what it was like to experience it. All he knew was orders and high expectations. He looked forward to the future and worked hard in everything that he did. Often the thought of him being a parent would surface his thoughts, 'Will I do better?' he would ask. What would happen when his children reached the age that he is when he abandoned them. Forgoing a burden he never quite understood. Despite it, he desired to do for them what his barely did for him.
Shaking his head of such memories. It was behind him, to recall such would be to admit it still had a hold on him. Such things were dead to him now. Lingering on with those decayed thoughts would only result in his own frustration, such that he feels like he would explode from. He would want to shout, have a tantrum and beat his hands on the ground like a toddler. He wants to vent, let it all out, but he had no one that he could entrust them to. It seem so easy to be cruel in that momemt and then the damage is done. But he is learning...learning how to deal with it.
"Sunagakure is located in this direction if im not mistaken...I suppose I'll head there. I wonder what has come of that place. Is it like Konoha?" he spoke, not sure of what to truly make of it. He never been outside of the village but he knew of the nations and their locations. Unaware of what was to be there or who, he obliviously made way, ever so cautiously.
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Newly liberated from bis konoha restraints, his wings extended as he scored to where his feet led him. He made sure not to keep anything of the village's on his person as he ventured. As he motioned to a crossing where he had to cross through the river he eyes it for a moment. The child stands so still, unsure if River is friend or foe. His hair blew across his face as he reflected on his departure, his abandonment of his family. At his age he should be out doing missions with other genin, instead he is reminded that there were so few that even he could jot find all with his eyes. He kneels to see his reflection in the water, his Byakugan expanding his periphery until he felt himself to be safe. His clothes were still in good condition, a little dirty but nothing too bad. There was no danger that he could see in the body of tge river and so he stood and crossed. Cold, yet soothing the water was to his flesh. The smell of fresh air outside of the toxic village made him smile, even if it was lightly.
"...I am not a child anymore, I grew up many years ago. Life was never easy with mom and dad, but after they both submitted everything thing went to hell." The boy spoke to himself as he kept his stride. In some ways his life improved. There were good people who cared, enough food and clothes. But everytime he saw a cut flower, or a broken pot, he knew how it felt. No roots at all, no anchor to the world; yet was still expected to give its beauty, to flourish and warm the hearts of others. A twisted way to think about things. As for the pot, carefully crafted, with ample time and dedication put into its creation; only to be fragile enough to shatter. Once shattered 'sorry' could not fit the pieced together the same. No one could see his vulnerability, the roots that he lacked. He distance himself from anyone that ever attempted to get close. Trust was never a strong suit for him. He never known what it was like to experience it. All he knew was orders and high expectations. He looked forward to the future and worked hard in everything that he did. Often the thought of him being a parent would surface his thoughts, 'Will I do better?' he would ask. What would happen when his children reached the age that he is when he abandoned them. Forgoing a burden he never quite understood. Despite it, he desired to do for them what his barely did for him.
Shaking his head of such memories. It was behind him, to recall such would be to admit it still had a hold on him. Such things were dead to him now. Lingering on with those decayed thoughts would only result in his own frustration, such that he feels like he would explode from. He would want to shout, have a tantrum and beat his hands on the ground like a toddler. He wants to vent, let it all out, but he had no one that he could entrust them to. It seem so easy to be cruel in that momemt and then the damage is done. But he is learning...learning how to deal with it.
"Sunagakure is located in this direction if im not mistaken...I suppose I'll head there. I wonder what has come of that place. Is it like Konoha?" he spoke, not sure of what to truly make of it. He never been outside of the village but he knew of the nations and their locations. Unaware of what was to be there or who, he obliviously made way, ever so cautiously.
[Exit]
[Total Thread WC: 803
Spend 800 towards 8 stats
+4 Speed, +2 Chakra and +2 Vigor
Jutsu:
624 added to 626 to fully claim Spirit Gun
179 towards claiming Basic Medical Ninjutsu[179/350]
Mizuki OhtaMissing-Nin (S-rank)
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Mission Record : Mizu's Log 
Clan Specialty : Medical
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 330650
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