1 Nobody Appreciates The Classics Anymore [Training/Noriko/No Kill] Thu Dec 25, 2014 10:29 pm
Zhuge Shin
D-rank
Pale skin hidden behind several layers of black clothing - that was the most accurate and short way of describing the young man known as Zhuge Shin Amida. He was a rather short person, standing only at 5 feet and 1 inch. This meant that he was often confused for a small child, much to his chagrin. He was a 15 year old. He still had time for his growth spurt to show up. And if worst came to worst, maybe there was a way that he could develop a genjutsu that mad him seem taller. Truth be told, he didn't quite know why his line of thought was headed this way. Zhuge was pretty much very blase when it came to well... pretty much everything. He rarely gave a damn about anyone other than himself. That also meant that he cared nothing for other people's opinions concerning himself. If the raven haired boy had to decide on a reason for this, it was likely because he had just seen someone that stood at almost 7 feet tall. For a fleeting moment, he felt hat it must be nice to look at everyone from above like that.
In any case, that had little importance. If he couldn't grow his height by sheer willpower, he could at least augment his body mass. His clothes made him look quite slim, but underneath them was a body built of sheer muscle. Despite his specialties revolving nowhere even close to physical combat, he always made an effort to keep himself in the best of shape. He was both a medic and a prospective master of genjutsu, but he didn't underestimate the value of arts such as bukijutsu and taijutsu. If given the right amount of time and someone he tolerated enough to train under, he wouldn't mind learning either. However, that was likely a long shot for the spiteful little man. In the meantime, he would settle for training on his own, in the parts of Konoha that were still under construction.
The young boy hadn't decided yet whether or not he enjoyed being in Konoha. Something about it seemed a little bit too... peaceful and... happy. It made him shudder. Nothing was ever like that, not really. If it seemed that way, it was only because it hid something terrifying underneath. He supposed it wasn't untrue for this place. After all, Konoha had always been a military force to be reckoned with. He wouldn't have been surprised if they were also responsible for any amount of war crimes and the like. After all, they had been the ones to breed people such as Orochimaru and Obito Uchiha in the past. Furthermore, hadn't Hao been from Konoha at some point. Maybe this place had a secret breeding ground where people like that were created and then set loose upon the world so that they could then swoop in and save everyone and gain the trust of, well, everyone.
Conspiracy theories aside, Zhuge had something to do. He needed to train. He had always hated doing so on his own. Then again, he also hated having to interact with most people. It was a bit of a paradox, really. At this point in time - and considering that his last solo training session had been pretty much a full blown acid trip - he could have really used some company. After all, Zhuge Shin Amida was the type of person that mostly always acted on a whim. And right now, his whims were telling him that company would be acceptable and even desired. Maybe he had chosen the wrong place to run into someone, however... oh well, let fate, luck or whatever you call it run its course. He would wait a few minutes before calling it quits and training on his own. Again.
[Training Endurance E to E-3: 450/450]
[Training Perception E to E-3: 195/450]
In any case, that had little importance. If he couldn't grow his height by sheer willpower, he could at least augment his body mass. His clothes made him look quite slim, but underneath them was a body built of sheer muscle. Despite his specialties revolving nowhere even close to physical combat, he always made an effort to keep himself in the best of shape. He was both a medic and a prospective master of genjutsu, but he didn't underestimate the value of arts such as bukijutsu and taijutsu. If given the right amount of time and someone he tolerated enough to train under, he wouldn't mind learning either. However, that was likely a long shot for the spiteful little man. In the meantime, he would settle for training on his own, in the parts of Konoha that were still under construction.
The young boy hadn't decided yet whether or not he enjoyed being in Konoha. Something about it seemed a little bit too... peaceful and... happy. It made him shudder. Nothing was ever like that, not really. If it seemed that way, it was only because it hid something terrifying underneath. He supposed it wasn't untrue for this place. After all, Konoha had always been a military force to be reckoned with. He wouldn't have been surprised if they were also responsible for any amount of war crimes and the like. After all, they had been the ones to breed people such as Orochimaru and Obito Uchiha in the past. Furthermore, hadn't Hao been from Konoha at some point. Maybe this place had a secret breeding ground where people like that were created and then set loose upon the world so that they could then swoop in and save everyone and gain the trust of, well, everyone.
Conspiracy theories aside, Zhuge had something to do. He needed to train. He had always hated doing so on his own. Then again, he also hated having to interact with most people. It was a bit of a paradox, really. At this point in time - and considering that his last solo training session had been pretty much a full blown acid trip - he could have really used some company. After all, Zhuge Shin Amida was the type of person that mostly always acted on a whim. And right now, his whims were telling him that company would be acceptable and even desired. Maybe he had chosen the wrong place to run into someone, however... oh well, let fate, luck or whatever you call it run its course. He would wait a few minutes before calling it quits and training on his own. Again.
[Training Endurance E to E-3: 450/450]
[Training Perception E to E-3: 195/450]