1 Disregard...is not my forté. [Open | No Kill | Training] Sun Jun 01, 2014 12:08 pm
Noriko
D-rank
Pace, pace, pace. Stop, turn, stare.
"This would be the life, mm, Enoka? Living so easy in a Village." This, naturally, came with a sigh that had a wistful note and her words' intended sarcasm both embedded in it. Yes, this was the troubling and aimless life of a Ronin. But, she meant it, somewhere deep down. The sense of camaraderie and belonging to a whole was lost on a wandering ninja like her; yet, all her efforts to do something to remedy it, to make something of her own to belong to...they all failed. The malcontent of others saw to that.
Staring at the large block that eclipsed her form a bit---with all the inlaid give-your-life-for-the-village sentiments, a lot of people tended to die---she sighed once more, not knowing what to make of what to do next. "I suppose I can make more of a difference later in life. Right now I'm just....a kid, I guess. Your thoughts?" The stoat named Enoka stopped his aimless prancing about the area and rotated his head to meet his questioner. He simply responded with a head-tilt before grooming his face aimlessly. Putting her fabric-covered hand and forearm to her face and resting her head in it, she contemplated ever deeper into what exactly she was doing.
There was no question to it: a majority of the heroes on this list were of her age. The Shinobi World Wars that lived only in history were surely the culprit. This only reinforced her current plan....yes, she wanted to become a skilled ninja that her clan would be proud of. But not for that purpose, doing such a thing for the sake of recognition alone was useless. But, as time went on, her resolve to bring back her brother momentarily so she could glean knowledge of who killed him....well, it waned, to say the least. It was not something she fervently wanted to do; for all intents and purposes, the Shichiouza was extant no more. How was she to find a lead anywhere? Who was she supposed to visit vengeance upon? It seemed a fruitless effort to try and connect a nonexistent group of people to her cousin's death if she could not do anything about it.
She never liked that feeling of ineptitude; so she brushed it off. The girl locked her hands behind her, at the small of her back, and let them swing aimlessly back and forth as she continued pacing. Noriko made it a point to be better at looking; it was the prime reason she was unable to find anything about Shichiouza. Spying the area, she noted the trees shifted ever-so-quietly and in the tiniest motions, but one would never think it to be so if it were not for the sight of it. Pondering this, a gust blew over her. With a shallow sigh, she took it as a sign:
It was over.
It was clear to her that a new purpose had to be intrinsically linked to her existence. Everyone was meant to do something, every life has meaning. But no one would be swayed by a sixteen-year-old girl; that was preposterous. Shichiouza or otherwise, people would not help hasten the fruition of goals set by vagrants. "I guess it's to be expected. Who would be spurred to action by the likes of us, eh?" A small squeak from her ermine companion was the response. Well placed.
Spurred....to what. What is it that she wanted to do with the world....
Yes, strife. An end to greed's child, suffering. Oh, that mortal blow would be satisfying if she could attain it. Perhaps it was a fruitless goal, but one she could toil at without cease and would never feel her efforts were in vain. A worthy challenge to the small girl of the Rain; no less would have invigorated her as such.
Foremost: attain awe-inspiring status. Not fear, just respect. The only way for ninja to do this was power.
.....But after clout....where to begin? With what did she seek to start this movement?
Pace, pace, pace; passing the most honorable stone in Konoha ceaselessly.
Then, a pace not hers. She turned slightly to it.
[720 words. Training Speed to D-0 (300/300) and Perception to E-3 (375/375) and soon to D-0 (55/300).]
"This would be the life, mm, Enoka? Living so easy in a Village." This, naturally, came with a sigh that had a wistful note and her words' intended sarcasm both embedded in it. Yes, this was the troubling and aimless life of a Ronin. But, she meant it, somewhere deep down. The sense of camaraderie and belonging to a whole was lost on a wandering ninja like her; yet, all her efforts to do something to remedy it, to make something of her own to belong to...they all failed. The malcontent of others saw to that.
Staring at the large block that eclipsed her form a bit---with all the inlaid give-your-life-for-the-village sentiments, a lot of people tended to die---she sighed once more, not knowing what to make of what to do next. "I suppose I can make more of a difference later in life. Right now I'm just....a kid, I guess. Your thoughts?" The stoat named Enoka stopped his aimless prancing about the area and rotated his head to meet his questioner. He simply responded with a head-tilt before grooming his face aimlessly. Putting her fabric-covered hand and forearm to her face and resting her head in it, she contemplated ever deeper into what exactly she was doing.
There was no question to it: a majority of the heroes on this list were of her age. The Shinobi World Wars that lived only in history were surely the culprit. This only reinforced her current plan....yes, she wanted to become a skilled ninja that her clan would be proud of. But not for that purpose, doing such a thing for the sake of recognition alone was useless. But, as time went on, her resolve to bring back her brother momentarily so she could glean knowledge of who killed him....well, it waned, to say the least. It was not something she fervently wanted to do; for all intents and purposes, the Shichiouza was extant no more. How was she to find a lead anywhere? Who was she supposed to visit vengeance upon? It seemed a fruitless effort to try and connect a nonexistent group of people to her cousin's death if she could not do anything about it.
She never liked that feeling of ineptitude; so she brushed it off. The girl locked her hands behind her, at the small of her back, and let them swing aimlessly back and forth as she continued pacing. Noriko made it a point to be better at looking; it was the prime reason she was unable to find anything about Shichiouza. Spying the area, she noted the trees shifted ever-so-quietly and in the tiniest motions, but one would never think it to be so if it were not for the sight of it. Pondering this, a gust blew over her. With a shallow sigh, she took it as a sign:
It was over.
It was clear to her that a new purpose had to be intrinsically linked to her existence. Everyone was meant to do something, every life has meaning. But no one would be swayed by a sixteen-year-old girl; that was preposterous. Shichiouza or otherwise, people would not help hasten the fruition of goals set by vagrants. "I guess it's to be expected. Who would be spurred to action by the likes of us, eh?" A small squeak from her ermine companion was the response. Well placed.
Spurred....to what. What is it that she wanted to do with the world....
Yes, strife. An end to greed's child, suffering. Oh, that mortal blow would be satisfying if she could attain it. Perhaps it was a fruitless goal, but one she could toil at without cease and would never feel her efforts were in vain. A worthy challenge to the small girl of the Rain; no less would have invigorated her as such.
Foremost: attain awe-inspiring status. Not fear, just respect. The only way for ninja to do this was power.
.....But after clout....where to begin? With what did she seek to start this movement?
Pace, pace, pace; passing the most honorable stone in Konoha ceaselessly.
Then, a pace not hers. She turned slightly to it.
[720 words. Training Speed to D-0 (300/300) and Perception to E-3 (375/375) and soon to D-0 (55/300).]