1 Days Past [Fuyona Aiko/Flashback] Thu Sep 03, 2015 9:58 pm
Yasutake
D-rank
The young Hattori boy rested in his temporary lodging. He had recently returned to it after a long day of carpentry and woodworking the entire day. It wasn't as easy as he had first imagined. It was most definitely time consuming and strenuous work. When he had originally quit work as a shinobi and had began to live life like any other ordinary person that wasn't especially taught in the way of the shinobi, he had started in woodworking after his father had gotten into contact with a man that had done work on their house once upon a time. It was a kind thing for his father to have done, but even to present day he couldn't imagine as to why he did it.
It was one year before he had returned to the world of shinobi. He was sixteen at the time, and this happened to be one of his last jobs before he would soon return to Kirigakure no Sato and start working in the city again. The life of a shinobi was still fresh in his mind. Even when he was hard at work, memories of his days in the Academy found a way into the depths of his thoughts, almost as if they were urging him to return. He couldn't however, he had numerous jobs of the years, and he wasn't certain that returning to the world of ninja was his best idea. Sometimes he forgot why he had originally left his duties as a Genin, and it was because he remembered that he had wanted real world knowledge for when the day came he'd decide to return to his original job. He was beginning to realize however that one would no doubt have relatively few opportunities to use carpentry and woodworking to their advantage in the world of ninja.
Just then, he remembered that he was near the Lake, a location that ninja especially liked to train in. Many people in the Hidden Mist Village were capable of suiton techniques. Therefore, training by water made plenty of sense. Right? He thought so, especially since he rarely practiced his own katon and futon techniques. It wasn't as if it was particularly windy and hot in the Land of Water. With a pathetic shrug, he pushed himself out of the bed, letting his legs swing over the side and he raised himself to his full height, brushing those black bangs off of his forehead.
He dressed himself as he normally did whilst in his free time.
He wore cream coloured pants, with a crimson rope obi tied around his waist. On his strong torso, he wore a shirt of the same colour as his pants, this time with a light blue cover on the top of his shoulders and a few inches past each of his shoulders. It was late afternoon, and the sun was already setting at this point, and since it was none that it got fairly cold at the lake on some nights, he took his black cloak with him. It was so dark that he felt that his hand was going to disappear within the depths of it before he found a sleeve for his arm. Once it was on properly, he walked out the door of his new home.
He remembered the perfect spot to relax however, and he headed there. Once he arrived, he rested his back on the only tree that was there for a few meters, and he slumped down into a seated position and rested his sore and tired body. The day was excruciatingly long and painful, and the tools that were at his disposal weren't exactly the best for constructing buildings and chopping wood. Although they were efficient, they took plenty of time and man hours.
"A long day indeed."
He exhaled his pent up breath. When it was released, it felt as if he were holding it for quite some time, as if he had just released a massive load of stress from his shoulders and his mind all at once.
WC: 684
It was one year before he had returned to the world of shinobi. He was sixteen at the time, and this happened to be one of his last jobs before he would soon return to Kirigakure no Sato and start working in the city again. The life of a shinobi was still fresh in his mind. Even when he was hard at work, memories of his days in the Academy found a way into the depths of his thoughts, almost as if they were urging him to return. He couldn't however, he had numerous jobs of the years, and he wasn't certain that returning to the world of ninja was his best idea. Sometimes he forgot why he had originally left his duties as a Genin, and it was because he remembered that he had wanted real world knowledge for when the day came he'd decide to return to his original job. He was beginning to realize however that one would no doubt have relatively few opportunities to use carpentry and woodworking to their advantage in the world of ninja.
Just then, he remembered that he was near the Lake, a location that ninja especially liked to train in. Many people in the Hidden Mist Village were capable of suiton techniques. Therefore, training by water made plenty of sense. Right? He thought so, especially since he rarely practiced his own katon and futon techniques. It wasn't as if it was particularly windy and hot in the Land of Water. With a pathetic shrug, he pushed himself out of the bed, letting his legs swing over the side and he raised himself to his full height, brushing those black bangs off of his forehead.
He dressed himself as he normally did whilst in his free time.
He wore cream coloured pants, with a crimson rope obi tied around his waist. On his strong torso, he wore a shirt of the same colour as his pants, this time with a light blue cover on the top of his shoulders and a few inches past each of his shoulders. It was late afternoon, and the sun was already setting at this point, and since it was none that it got fairly cold at the lake on some nights, he took his black cloak with him. It was so dark that he felt that his hand was going to disappear within the depths of it before he found a sleeve for his arm. Once it was on properly, he walked out the door of his new home.
He remembered the perfect spot to relax however, and he headed there. Once he arrived, he rested his back on the only tree that was there for a few meters, and he slumped down into a seated position and rested his sore and tired body. The day was excruciatingly long and painful, and the tools that were at his disposal weren't exactly the best for constructing buildings and chopping wood. Although they were efficient, they took plenty of time and man hours.
"A long day indeed."
He exhaled his pent up breath. When it was released, it felt as if he were holding it for quite some time, as if he had just released a massive load of stress from his shoulders and his mind all at once.
WC: 684