1 In Bloom (No Killing, Open) Fri Apr 18, 2014 4:07 am
Hyuuga Naomi
D-rank
There was always a calming feeling that Naomi had gotten from a cool cloudy Spring day. The village Market District was lively today despite the looming rainstorm that seemed to be approaching overhead, and it was most pleasing sight indeed to see people out living life. These were the days that made her proud to be from Konoha, proud to look over each of the stalls and street carts and know her home was alive with the the innocent inner workings of day-to-day life. Vivid scents and sounds capped everything into a perfect scene that gave any tourist a true taste of what the Hidden Leaf village truly was, and always had been in her memory, a vibrant and culturally active community. Everything was as it should be, and there was a smile on her otherwise passive face.
There was a certain level of indiscretion that was needed to be a street vendor, something that Naomi lacked, and her discomfort was something she did her best to internalize whenever she was called to by a shopkeeper eager to peddle their wares. It was not that she was particularly shy, but with her siblings she was always the one singled out for not being as physically gifted. Strength was something her body just did not possess, and even through training she had seen only moderate improvements to her meager bulk. This was all fine and good to her though, being bulky would have slowed her down, and through the recent years with a more specialized curriculum from her family she managed to embrace her smaller and more agile frame to a more tuned purpose beyond simple brute strength. Where her brothers and sisters excelled in shoving something aside, she excelled at finding a way around the barrier through speed, and this, she felt, was her greatest strength beyond the Byakugan.
Of course she possessed other gifts as well, due in part to the physical frailty with which she was born, and to the desire her parents had to seeing her grow up well despite her infirmities. Naomi coughed in the chilling air, the storm was growing closer and the streets were starting to empty in preparation for the rain that was most assuredly on its way. The humidity had increased greatly, and there was a feeling in the air that it would come down at any moment, something that excited the young Hyuga girl greatly as she was always very fond of spring rains. The rain never provoked her sun allergy, and it was one of the very few times in which she could leave the house without wearing long sleeves and a sun hat. Sometimes she wondered how she ever got the chance to be a Kunoichi with the limitations her allergies and her sickly nature had put on her head, but she was proud to even call herself a Genin at all. Even on days she spent in bed rest were good days when she could look at the headband and reassure herself of the value that was placed upon her in granting her this opportunity to serve the village. If only Naomi could handle public settings better.
It was a garden she had been seeking, peaceful serenity in an otherwise chaotic environment served her well, and would pacify her growing discomfort in large crowded areas. In the shade of a small tree she would seat herself and close her eyes, the single greatest defining feature on her otherwise unimpressive visage. Quiet, it was magnificent after the walk she had been on to find a place for silent contemplative reflection upon her fear. Naomi felt it was improper for a Genin, or any Kunoichii, to be truly uncomfortable with gatherings no matter how big or small. Secrecy was only a portion of the Ninja lifestyle, it did not truly dominate the entirety of their being, and as such her social life came with great difficulty.
Her greatest regret at the moment was not having anything with which to write her thoughts, it was one of her passions and often times she would re-read that which was written in order to attempt a greater understanding of herself, and her life as a Genin. It completely slipped her mind that she would have wanted to write down her impressions of the Market, and in the isolation of the garden she was left with her thoughts.
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There was a certain level of indiscretion that was needed to be a street vendor, something that Naomi lacked, and her discomfort was something she did her best to internalize whenever she was called to by a shopkeeper eager to peddle their wares. It was not that she was particularly shy, but with her siblings she was always the one singled out for not being as physically gifted. Strength was something her body just did not possess, and even through training she had seen only moderate improvements to her meager bulk. This was all fine and good to her though, being bulky would have slowed her down, and through the recent years with a more specialized curriculum from her family she managed to embrace her smaller and more agile frame to a more tuned purpose beyond simple brute strength. Where her brothers and sisters excelled in shoving something aside, she excelled at finding a way around the barrier through speed, and this, she felt, was her greatest strength beyond the Byakugan.
Of course she possessed other gifts as well, due in part to the physical frailty with which she was born, and to the desire her parents had to seeing her grow up well despite her infirmities. Naomi coughed in the chilling air, the storm was growing closer and the streets were starting to empty in preparation for the rain that was most assuredly on its way. The humidity had increased greatly, and there was a feeling in the air that it would come down at any moment, something that excited the young Hyuga girl greatly as she was always very fond of spring rains. The rain never provoked her sun allergy, and it was one of the very few times in which she could leave the house without wearing long sleeves and a sun hat. Sometimes she wondered how she ever got the chance to be a Kunoichi with the limitations her allergies and her sickly nature had put on her head, but she was proud to even call herself a Genin at all. Even on days she spent in bed rest were good days when she could look at the headband and reassure herself of the value that was placed upon her in granting her this opportunity to serve the village. If only Naomi could handle public settings better.
It was a garden she had been seeking, peaceful serenity in an otherwise chaotic environment served her well, and would pacify her growing discomfort in large crowded areas. In the shade of a small tree she would seat herself and close her eyes, the single greatest defining feature on her otherwise unimpressive visage. Quiet, it was magnificent after the walk she had been on to find a place for silent contemplative reflection upon her fear. Naomi felt it was improper for a Genin, or any Kunoichii, to be truly uncomfortable with gatherings no matter how big or small. Secrecy was only a portion of the Ninja lifestyle, it did not truly dominate the entirety of their being, and as such her social life came with great difficulty.
Her greatest regret at the moment was not having anything with which to write her thoughts, it was one of her passions and often times she would re-read that which was written in order to attempt a greater understanding of herself, and her life as a Genin. It completely slipped her mind that she would have wanted to write down her impressions of the Market, and in the isolation of the garden she was left with her thoughts.
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