1 Bid Wisely... [Private/Satoshi/Training] Fri Mar 21, 2014 4:15 pm
Kurai
D-rank
It had to have been the humidity in the air, the heat of the stone structures, the calm wind that did no more but to allow the rays of sun to wrap around subjects even tighter. Those were all justifications Kurai used before to make reason of the enigma that consumes him. The ultimate question: How can someone so keen, so practical be at the mercy of such a precarious nature? He had initially credited such a unique package to his environment. With time though, and travel, it has become evident that it is something that couldn't be avoided, it was who he was. Perhaps there was an underlying arrogance that warranted some acknowledgement as well. These thoughts and contemplations came frequently, Kurai being an avid writer, reader, and ... thinker/observer. With hobbies like that, introspection was a staple of his life, and for the foreseeable future, continue to be. The young Uchiha had just returned from an adventure of sorts, a chain of events that lent itself to further analysis. And for Kurai, there was only one way that analysis could be done. The afternoon was at its peak and Kurai was off to retrieve his journal to catalogue the events of the past few days.
My pen weeps, as the neglect it has endured is unexpected and undeserved. My feeble excuse though is that the events of recent have left a mark that flares inside of me so sensationally, that I haven't had the usual urge to transpose the raw emotion into eloquent prose. I do now, as I am no longer satisfied with the shock and am in need of confrontation. A specific encounter that will be bring new information and possible resolution to the issue. It all began with a silent walk along silent streets, as do most adventures...
I walk proudly, knowing that my eyes leave nothing to chance as they calculate and give my conscience useful data. With strong legs and an even stronger mind, my body advanced throughout the town, nearing the village gates. A parcel resting ever so gently in my arms was destined for the city of Iwatomi. Tasks like such were of no surprise nor inconvenience. Everyone has their season, and in my such season, my duty to the village often include executing missions too mundane for those of higher skill. To most, tasks like this would seem bothersome, but to I, one who's life is never void of action, it was a mildly pleasant change of pace...
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In mid stroke, Kurai was interrupted by a sound outside his post. Kurai loved the serenity of the relatively high tower he sat upon. As he peered down a shinobi was being escorted into the Task Force hall but a few 10 meters off. He recognized the men that surrounded the shinobi. They were the guards that patrolled the city of Iwatomi... Whatever is going on, it must pertain to what happened a few days ago... I have to get down there to learn more. He slipped inside the tower, and spiraled down to the base and exited rapidly. Kurai's cognition of what happened was still blotchy, he hadn't put all the pieces together, a main reason why he was so pleased. But he did recall that the characters that were for some reason escorting an Iwagakure shinobi to the Task Force Hall, were characters that were... uncertain, at best.
Training: 575
*JOURNAL ENTRY*
My pen weeps, as the neglect it has endured is unexpected and undeserved. My feeble excuse though is that the events of recent have left a mark that flares inside of me so sensationally, that I haven't had the usual urge to transpose the raw emotion into eloquent prose. I do now, as I am no longer satisfied with the shock and am in need of confrontation. A specific encounter that will be bring new information and possible resolution to the issue. It all began with a silent walk along silent streets, as do most adventures...
I walk proudly, knowing that my eyes leave nothing to chance as they calculate and give my conscience useful data. With strong legs and an even stronger mind, my body advanced throughout the town, nearing the village gates. A parcel resting ever so gently in my arms was destined for the city of Iwatomi. Tasks like such were of no surprise nor inconvenience. Everyone has their season, and in my such season, my duty to the village often include executing missions too mundane for those of higher skill. To most, tasks like this would seem bothersome, but to I, one who's life is never void of action, it was a mildly pleasant change of pace...
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In mid stroke, Kurai was interrupted by a sound outside his post. Kurai loved the serenity of the relatively high tower he sat upon. As he peered down a shinobi was being escorted into the Task Force hall but a few 10 meters off. He recognized the men that surrounded the shinobi. They were the guards that patrolled the city of Iwatomi... Whatever is going on, it must pertain to what happened a few days ago... I have to get down there to learn more. He slipped inside the tower, and spiraled down to the base and exited rapidly. Kurai's cognition of what happened was still blotchy, he hadn't put all the pieces together, a main reason why he was so pleased. But he did recall that the characters that were for some reason escorting an Iwagakure shinobi to the Task Force Hall, were characters that were... uncertain, at best.
Training: 575
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