1 Things of the Past [Private|Training|Flashbacks] Thu Jun 26, 2014 1:48 am
Yuudai
D-rank
Each morning happened to occur just as the previous one that had passed by. Waking up, solely by himself, in his desolate residence with only the quiet patter of the outside world, beyond the walls of the shelter he called home, entering his ear drums gently. There would always be a creature, aside from himself, that would reside in his dwelling with him. A unique creature, yet not entirely out of the ordinary when a person took into account bloodlines. This specific creature had been with him for four years, if one were to wholly care about whole numbers. Otherwise, by the man’s estimate, he and his companion had been in each other’s company for over one thousand six hundred days, though the specific number he never really cared about, nor the amount of time he had been acquainted with the creature. Solely, he was glad his companion was by his side to this day. While they didn’t speak the same language, the man whom the creature swore fealty to, could communicate with one another solely based on gestures alone for as long as they had known one another. Perhaps they had formed a connection with each other when he had first come across the winter associated creature, perhaps it was due to their shared favourability to cold temperatures; which came with being a descendent amongst the Aisu clan, though many other variables could have easily made the two work in sync when the situation called for their combined efforts. Yet, he never ever relied on the creature wholly, he was, after all, rather formidable when faced with an opponent, his own abilities were usually enough for him to deal with a threat, and the moments where he felt overwhelmed by an opponent; memories of his bout against Mizuru the Mistress of the Seven Bells Clan and the agonizing fight that he and Daraku had against the medical specialist, Io, flashed quickly in his mind, but each of those two specific battle had not involved his most trusted ally. The only thing on this planet he could trust one hundred present, with the only exception to that rule being his mother.
It had never occurred to him where he would be without Suichi’s ever present, and ever annoying, presence around him. What would have happened if he never took that trip to Yukigakure no Sato those few years ago? Where would he have been now? More importantly, what would have happened to Suichi in the aftermath of what could have been? Yuudai knew these thoughts were useless, though often he had a dream of the past, memories of what happened in Yukigakure no Sato and what could potentially have happened if anything went differently than it did; if he had gone for the journey there or not. He recalled the reasoning behind his visit there, as it had been after his quick and successful jump from an unknown jounin in the village, one whom barely anyone knew of, to the respected Sannin he had become. Mayhaps the respect came with the title or with the bearer, but he himself would never be able to seek that answer. Responses to such questions would be altered to sound pleasing to the man whom the questions would be about; himself, thus a true answer would never be there. Often, he wondered if he had been in such a spot because of the blood relation he shared with the current Mizukage of the Village Hidden by Mist, as shortly after her succession to the title of the Water Shadow, he had been elevated to the title of Sannin. Perhaps those were the thoughts of others or himself, but he knew that he shared few conversations with the Mizukage, though when truly thinking on the matter, he couldn’t recall a conversation with the Water Shadow that held significance, held any sign as to his current position. Perhaps he would never know the true answer to a question he would never be asking and it would be the best way to continue on forward.
Driving his thoughts away from his current position in the rankings of shinobi amongst the village of Kirigakure, Yuudai thought back to the exact moment he had found Suichi. The creature had looked like it was frightened by his presence, though at the exact same moment its aura presented itself, showing the newly titled Sannin that the creature was going to fight back if it had the opportunity. Thinking back on that day usually, with things playing out how they had happened in the real world, would almost always bring a slight grin to Yuudai’s features. Though, back then, when he first encountered the penguin, Yuudai had no knowledge of what the capabilities of the creature could potentially be, nor could he ever have imagined the small creature quickly and gracefully transforming in to one that stood almost eyelevel with the purple-haired Sannin. Everything back then also was a lot simpler for Yuudai, never having much to worry about until he got acquainted with a title only a select few would ever hold, though more than the position of the Water Shadow.
With his thoughts melding and disappearing at a moment’s notice, a nudge to Yuudai’s cheek quickly indicated it was time for him to awake for the day. The penguin had practically demanded it.
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It had never occurred to him where he would be without Suichi’s ever present, and ever annoying, presence around him. What would have happened if he never took that trip to Yukigakure no Sato those few years ago? Where would he have been now? More importantly, what would have happened to Suichi in the aftermath of what could have been? Yuudai knew these thoughts were useless, though often he had a dream of the past, memories of what happened in Yukigakure no Sato and what could potentially have happened if anything went differently than it did; if he had gone for the journey there or not. He recalled the reasoning behind his visit there, as it had been after his quick and successful jump from an unknown jounin in the village, one whom barely anyone knew of, to the respected Sannin he had become. Mayhaps the respect came with the title or with the bearer, but he himself would never be able to seek that answer. Responses to such questions would be altered to sound pleasing to the man whom the questions would be about; himself, thus a true answer would never be there. Often, he wondered if he had been in such a spot because of the blood relation he shared with the current Mizukage of the Village Hidden by Mist, as shortly after her succession to the title of the Water Shadow, he had been elevated to the title of Sannin. Perhaps those were the thoughts of others or himself, but he knew that he shared few conversations with the Mizukage, though when truly thinking on the matter, he couldn’t recall a conversation with the Water Shadow that held significance, held any sign as to his current position. Perhaps he would never know the true answer to a question he would never be asking and it would be the best way to continue on forward.
Driving his thoughts away from his current position in the rankings of shinobi amongst the village of Kirigakure, Yuudai thought back to the exact moment he had found Suichi. The creature had looked like it was frightened by his presence, though at the exact same moment its aura presented itself, showing the newly titled Sannin that the creature was going to fight back if it had the opportunity. Thinking back on that day usually, with things playing out how they had happened in the real world, would almost always bring a slight grin to Yuudai’s features. Though, back then, when he first encountered the penguin, Yuudai had no knowledge of what the capabilities of the creature could potentially be, nor could he ever have imagined the small creature quickly and gracefully transforming in to one that stood almost eyelevel with the purple-haired Sannin. Everything back then also was a lot simpler for Yuudai, never having much to worry about until he got acquainted with a title only a select few would ever hold, though more than the position of the Water Shadow.
With his thoughts melding and disappearing at a moment’s notice, a nudge to Yuudai’s cheek quickly indicated it was time for him to awake for the day. The penguin had practically demanded it.
Word count: 902