1 Understanding ones own power. (Open training thread/No kill) Sun Feb 16, 2014 8:51 pm
Rippa
D-rank
Rippa quietly prepared for his day. It was a memorial day for his clan. After all they all remembered how the inner clan war had torn apart their clan. It was what had built the structure of the clan today. He knew his life was fairly comfortable and easy because of the branch he was from. It came with certain perks. But that had not stopped him from learning what he could from the histories. Nor had his father attempted to hide it from him. To the Chi it was important to reflect on past mistakes as a learning experience. So as to prevent another series of bloody deaths from happening again. But today marked the day the third branch began to enforce the peace. He wondered why they called themselves the Abomination path. Still they were effective. No one wanted a visit from the enforcer unit of the abomination branch. That usually meant some one had been murdered and the opposing branch was being suspected. Still much to Rippa and his fathers regret, The Demon branch wanted little to do with them still. But today was something else. Today was a day to remember the fallen. To remember how prejudice and hate had killed so many. So he was going to visit the Monument erected for the Chi amongst the Monuments. And pay his respects.
Quietly he got dressed. Putting on a button up black shirt and some black slacks. Though he left the top button open and left the tie where it was. His father was too ill to accompany him this time so he would be going alone. He could be comfortable and respectful. Still he slipped into his boots and then finally his red coat. The Konoha head band stitched into the shoulder. He could only hope his ancestors were proud of his accomplishments. However few. Still it was a mournful day. With grey clouds in the sky. It whispered of rain but still the air, as cold as it was, Remained dry. He remembered crying as a child. Though he didn't recall why. Still he knew it to be a sad thing he went to remember. Finally he checked his pockets for the candles and the lighter. Before nodding in confirmation that they were there and heading out the door of the guest house. He lived there so as to not be too near his sick father. Perhaps it was to avoid reality. Or perhaps it was because he was angry that all his medical knowledge could not cure his father of his families ancient illness. None of them lived a long and healthy life. Barely even long enough to raise a child into adulthood. God he wished it would rain. Just something to give him a reason to let out some tears.
Still he pressed on through the gate and walked alone down the street. A wet lump in his throat as if he was choking back the tears that so desperately wanted to come out. A scream of emotional agony. How he wished he had just one friend to turn to. How he wished he had some one who could listen. But he didn't. His blue eyes felt watery as he ran his hand across them to dry them. Taking in a deep breath. No one deserved to face this alone. But all he could do is bear with it. Quietly he made his way across the village and into the well kept memorials. A cold breeze whipped at his coat as he entered the memorial site alone. His eyes down cast. So much pain was held in his chest. So much anger at his own weakness. He was some what happy he didn't need to fake a smile for anyone. Still he made his way through the rows of stones with names engraved on them. Death. It had claimed so many that the area was a field of monuments. Each clan had lost so much that they now had their own stone. Some had multiples.
Still he gathered himself and went to the left and in the back. The Chi had never been a prominent clan in Konoha. Just a clan off to the side that easily sustained itself. It lacked the history of some of the other clans and had never accomplished anything great. Still a great many of his ancestors had fallen in service to Konoha. Oh how his heart ached as he gazed at the monument he approached. So many names engraved there. Some so fresh and some old and almost faded. He approached it and traced his fingers along until he found his grandfathers name. A man he never knew because of the disease. Still even with the illness taking the man apparently his grandfather had died charging into combat to save some of the Shinobi he was with. Using his Kenkai Genkai to hold off the enemy while they escaped. It had proven effective but fatal. Once more he grit his teeth and sucked air through clenched jaws to hold the tears back. His father was about to die without ever having a chance to have a grandchild. And Rippa was going to be left...Alone.
Quietly he kneeled Down in front of the monument and pulled the candles out of his pockets. Setting them in a ritualistic way and then using the lighter to light them. The small flames did little to warm him. And provided little light on the grey day. His blue eyes stared at the flames for a moment. Comparing it to his emotions. How it flickered wildly and how little hope it had to be sustained. He then swallowed and took a deep breath. He had other reasons for coming. He was a Shinobi now. He was here to meditate in front of the monument. To seek his ancestors will for him to better understand his power over Ninjutsu. Closing his eyes he let himself drift. Feeling the chakra in himself. Feeling how it effected his life force. His very blood. It was strange to know you could feel your own blood. But with the chakra infusion into it the Chi had that ability.
1032/4000 Ninjutsu A-S
Quietly he got dressed. Putting on a button up black shirt and some black slacks. Though he left the top button open and left the tie where it was. His father was too ill to accompany him this time so he would be going alone. He could be comfortable and respectful. Still he slipped into his boots and then finally his red coat. The Konoha head band stitched into the shoulder. He could only hope his ancestors were proud of his accomplishments. However few. Still it was a mournful day. With grey clouds in the sky. It whispered of rain but still the air, as cold as it was, Remained dry. He remembered crying as a child. Though he didn't recall why. Still he knew it to be a sad thing he went to remember. Finally he checked his pockets for the candles and the lighter. Before nodding in confirmation that they were there and heading out the door of the guest house. He lived there so as to not be too near his sick father. Perhaps it was to avoid reality. Or perhaps it was because he was angry that all his medical knowledge could not cure his father of his families ancient illness. None of them lived a long and healthy life. Barely even long enough to raise a child into adulthood. God he wished it would rain. Just something to give him a reason to let out some tears.
Still he pressed on through the gate and walked alone down the street. A wet lump in his throat as if he was choking back the tears that so desperately wanted to come out. A scream of emotional agony. How he wished he had just one friend to turn to. How he wished he had some one who could listen. But he didn't. His blue eyes felt watery as he ran his hand across them to dry them. Taking in a deep breath. No one deserved to face this alone. But all he could do is bear with it. Quietly he made his way across the village and into the well kept memorials. A cold breeze whipped at his coat as he entered the memorial site alone. His eyes down cast. So much pain was held in his chest. So much anger at his own weakness. He was some what happy he didn't need to fake a smile for anyone. Still he made his way through the rows of stones with names engraved on them. Death. It had claimed so many that the area was a field of monuments. Each clan had lost so much that they now had their own stone. Some had multiples.
Still he gathered himself and went to the left and in the back. The Chi had never been a prominent clan in Konoha. Just a clan off to the side that easily sustained itself. It lacked the history of some of the other clans and had never accomplished anything great. Still a great many of his ancestors had fallen in service to Konoha. Oh how his heart ached as he gazed at the monument he approached. So many names engraved there. Some so fresh and some old and almost faded. He approached it and traced his fingers along until he found his grandfathers name. A man he never knew because of the disease. Still even with the illness taking the man apparently his grandfather had died charging into combat to save some of the Shinobi he was with. Using his Kenkai Genkai to hold off the enemy while they escaped. It had proven effective but fatal. Once more he grit his teeth and sucked air through clenched jaws to hold the tears back. His father was about to die without ever having a chance to have a grandchild. And Rippa was going to be left...Alone.
Quietly he kneeled Down in front of the monument and pulled the candles out of his pockets. Setting them in a ritualistic way and then using the lighter to light them. The small flames did little to warm him. And provided little light on the grey day. His blue eyes stared at the flames for a moment. Comparing it to his emotions. How it flickered wildly and how little hope it had to be sustained. He then swallowed and took a deep breath. He had other reasons for coming. He was a Shinobi now. He was here to meditate in front of the monument. To seek his ancestors will for him to better understand his power over Ninjutsu. Closing his eyes he let himself drift. Feeling the chakra in himself. Feeling how it effected his life force. His very blood. It was strange to know you could feel your own blood. But with the chakra infusion into it the Chi had that ability.
1032/4000 Ninjutsu A-S