1 A Day Near The Port [Maigo/Private/Training/NK] Sun Jul 05, 2015 6:48 pm
Yasutake
D-rank
Satoshi’s small form moved along the water. The port was only minutes away, but he was far enough away that he wouldn’t be seen by the other merchant ships and any travelers on their way to the port. When he trained, he didn’t enjoy being watched, unless it was by his opponent then for necessity it was obviously a given. Other than that, the solitary Genin was pretty self-conscious.
He had a mission in mind, and if he didn’t perform to the best of his ability, he felt as if he’d be letting down the whole of his clan, the few members that still lived in the world. It never occurred to him that he was still a child who had placed all of this responsibility on himself, but that didn’t matter. “It’s my purpose in life…” He whispered quietly as he slowly came to a halt. “I can’t disappoint my ancestors, now can I?” Again, he whispered to himself as if there were some other entity he was talking to.
It wasn’t that he was crazy or anything, it just felt better to voice his thoughts aloud rather than within his head. Out loud felt as if you were talking to another person, and although he knew what was going to be said already, it ultimately felt better to say things aloud.
Bringing his hands up, he loosened the sash that was around his body that held his scrolls and his water gourd, and he threw his hand back with enough speed and force to slap the stopper out of it. Although it was pointed horizontally on his back so that there would be rooms for the scrolls as well in the sash, he always tilted forwards and stretched a single leg behind him so that he could reach it without having to bend his arm too far back it had become something that he was used to doing.
His hands came up forming the handsign for Water Release, and the previously imprisoned water came outwards slowly. There were few times when it burst out of the gourd furiously, but that only happened when he was truly mad or desperate. Things that rarely ever happened to the blank faced Uzumaki. There were only so many things in the world that were able to get a reaction out of the boy.
The water swirled around him as he stared in the direction that he had come from. Usually there was never anyone in this location, which was why the grass always seemed so fresh and never downtrodden like the grass beside the roads, but he felt another presence nearby. He was unable to distinguish it between an animal or a human, but he ignored it nevertheless. Why would anyone even come this far off of the road when the port was only minutes away?
The water continued to move around him in spirals, but this time he did something different. He threw his hand outwards and the water followed. It lashed outwards wildly. There was no shape to it, it was simply watering… Moving, and he continued to manipulate the liquid with determination. He had to become a Chunnin as soon as possible, the Exams were soon, and he sought to be respected…
543 words.
He had a mission in mind, and if he didn’t perform to the best of his ability, he felt as if he’d be letting down the whole of his clan, the few members that still lived in the world. It never occurred to him that he was still a child who had placed all of this responsibility on himself, but that didn’t matter. “It’s my purpose in life…” He whispered quietly as he slowly came to a halt. “I can’t disappoint my ancestors, now can I?” Again, he whispered to himself as if there were some other entity he was talking to.
It wasn’t that he was crazy or anything, it just felt better to voice his thoughts aloud rather than within his head. Out loud felt as if you were talking to another person, and although he knew what was going to be said already, it ultimately felt better to say things aloud.
Bringing his hands up, he loosened the sash that was around his body that held his scrolls and his water gourd, and he threw his hand back with enough speed and force to slap the stopper out of it. Although it was pointed horizontally on his back so that there would be rooms for the scrolls as well in the sash, he always tilted forwards and stretched a single leg behind him so that he could reach it without having to bend his arm too far back it had become something that he was used to doing.
His hands came up forming the handsign for Water Release, and the previously imprisoned water came outwards slowly. There were few times when it burst out of the gourd furiously, but that only happened when he was truly mad or desperate. Things that rarely ever happened to the blank faced Uzumaki. There were only so many things in the world that were able to get a reaction out of the boy.
The water swirled around him as he stared in the direction that he had come from. Usually there was never anyone in this location, which was why the grass always seemed so fresh and never downtrodden like the grass beside the roads, but he felt another presence nearby. He was unable to distinguish it between an animal or a human, but he ignored it nevertheless. Why would anyone even come this far off of the road when the port was only minutes away?
The water continued to move around him in spirals, but this time he did something different. He threw his hand outwards and the water followed. It lashed outwards wildly. There was no shape to it, it was simply watering… Moving, and he continued to manipulate the liquid with determination. He had to become a Chunnin as soon as possible, the Exams were soon, and he sought to be respected…
543 words.