1 White Eyes Above All [Hyuga Reiko/Private] Sat Aug 22, 2015 4:45 am
Hyūga Satsuji
D-rank
It was the second day since Satsuji had been in Kumogakure no Sato. There were so many people there, he couldn’t even begin as to describe them. He had seen plenty shinobi from the Hidden Leaf Village, but none that he had ever actually conversed with in detail, and the chance of that happening was slim anyway since he didn’t consider anyone outside of the Hyuga Clan to be worthy of even looking at, let alone talking to. Of course, he wasn’t as xenophobic as that as to ignore other shinobi from his own village, but he most certainly didn’t consider them to be on a skill level of his own, and hardly useful enough to even be used in a training setting. Unfortunately though, he was on a mission here, and his goal was to find others who specialized in a style of taijutsu. His goal was to master the Gentle Fist as was his duty as a Hyuga, and to master as many close quarters combat styles of fighting in as little time as possible. If he wasn’t going to be able to learn them all, he was at least going to learn as many as he possibly could.
He immediately thought of the other Hidden Leaf Village techniques that he didn’t entirely have a grasp on, such as the Leaf Whirldwind and the Leaf Hurricane. He walked up the stairs of the resort that was Mt. Ikkyu. The faint sound of creaking steps was heard, even with his light weight was heard to his attuned ears. Immediately, his thoughts had leapt to the conclusion that this building was indeed quite old from the way that the steps sounded, but he continued with his fairly slow pace up the steps. There was a lift on the first floor for him to take, but he preferred to get to the top of the building through the use of his own two legs, he wasn’t one to really take shortcuts. It was a way for him to train his stamina and endurance in a way as he took another step up the staircase, feeling the muscles stretch in his leg every single time that he bent them to take a step.
Slowly climbing up the steps, it took quite a bit of time but soon he was near the top of the building, but there was a sign at the top of this flight of stairs that was saying he had to go down the hallway to continue up the steps that were on the other side of the hallway if one wanted to continue on towards the higher levels. Frowning, he was beginning to think that it was no doubt better to have taken the lift to get to the top and then to look out over the world on the top of the roof. When he thought about it, he had never been to a high altitude location. His time in Kumogakure basically being the highest he had ever been, even back in Konohagakure no Sato he hadn’t even climbed Hokage Mountain, let alone look over the horizon that one would see if they were to be at the top of the famed rocks.
When he thought back on it there were none that were Hyuga. No member of his illustrious clan had decided to become Hokage and because of that it left a sour taste in his mouth. Not because that none of them had wanted to become Hokage, it was because there weren’t that many important names throughout history that spoke of his clan. Of course most of the Clans that originated from the Land of Fire had broken apart and were now scattered in the rest of the shinobi world, but the fact that the Hyuga Clan was still specifically apart of the Hidden Leaf Village solely was something else entirely. It was almost as if they were destined to lead the Village to another, more prosperous age, but no one else had realized that point yet. The eleven year old steps had brought him to the top of the landing, and opening up the door he strolled through the doorway and into the hallway that was going to be taking him to the other side so that he may continue climbing to the top.
Are any of my kinsman taking part in the Chunin Selection Exams? The thought drifted through his mind, but the only answer was silence. No one else was going to answer that question, except him, not until he encountered someone from his Village, but he wondered if it would matter in truth, the First Stage was complete at this point, it was soon time for the Second Stage to commence and hopefully soon after the third one to end the entirety of the Exams and allow Satsuji to return home and to seal himself away from the rest of the Village again.
Deep down, he wouldn’t admit it but, he had had started to taking a liking to the Army Encampment that he had come to visit numerous times over the past few weeks before the Selection Exams had actually begun. His going to the Army Encampment that was just outside the Hidden Leaf Village had all started out as a need for more ryo for his personal usage, those being ninja tools and food when he wasn’t with his usual retainers from the Hyuga Household. And although he could just ask either of his parents, there was a need for doing it himself and without the all seeing eyes of his parents, simply so that he could consider himself grown. Ever since he had graduated from the Academy from Konoha and he had experienced what diplomatic missions were, he had a need for his own independence. Even so long after the event, he still remembered thinking that since he had become a Genin it was time for him to stop being childish and to grow up and to finally inherit the higher tiers of the Byakugan, at long last and to become something that the entirety of the Clan could be proud of. Besides, doing so already tied in with his goals.
Without realizing it, he had reached the middle of the hallway and was mere metres from the nearest door, and his gaze flickered as his soft yet slow steps took him ever closer to the other doorway.
WC: 1083
He immediately thought of the other Hidden Leaf Village techniques that he didn’t entirely have a grasp on, such as the Leaf Whirldwind and the Leaf Hurricane. He walked up the stairs of the resort that was Mt. Ikkyu. The faint sound of creaking steps was heard, even with his light weight was heard to his attuned ears. Immediately, his thoughts had leapt to the conclusion that this building was indeed quite old from the way that the steps sounded, but he continued with his fairly slow pace up the steps. There was a lift on the first floor for him to take, but he preferred to get to the top of the building through the use of his own two legs, he wasn’t one to really take shortcuts. It was a way for him to train his stamina and endurance in a way as he took another step up the staircase, feeling the muscles stretch in his leg every single time that he bent them to take a step.
Slowly climbing up the steps, it took quite a bit of time but soon he was near the top of the building, but there was a sign at the top of this flight of stairs that was saying he had to go down the hallway to continue up the steps that were on the other side of the hallway if one wanted to continue on towards the higher levels. Frowning, he was beginning to think that it was no doubt better to have taken the lift to get to the top and then to look out over the world on the top of the roof. When he thought about it, he had never been to a high altitude location. His time in Kumogakure basically being the highest he had ever been, even back in Konohagakure no Sato he hadn’t even climbed Hokage Mountain, let alone look over the horizon that one would see if they were to be at the top of the famed rocks.
When he thought back on it there were none that were Hyuga. No member of his illustrious clan had decided to become Hokage and because of that it left a sour taste in his mouth. Not because that none of them had wanted to become Hokage, it was because there weren’t that many important names throughout history that spoke of his clan. Of course most of the Clans that originated from the Land of Fire had broken apart and were now scattered in the rest of the shinobi world, but the fact that the Hyuga Clan was still specifically apart of the Hidden Leaf Village solely was something else entirely. It was almost as if they were destined to lead the Village to another, more prosperous age, but no one else had realized that point yet. The eleven year old steps had brought him to the top of the landing, and opening up the door he strolled through the doorway and into the hallway that was going to be taking him to the other side so that he may continue climbing to the top.
Are any of my kinsman taking part in the Chunin Selection Exams? The thought drifted through his mind, but the only answer was silence. No one else was going to answer that question, except him, not until he encountered someone from his Village, but he wondered if it would matter in truth, the First Stage was complete at this point, it was soon time for the Second Stage to commence and hopefully soon after the third one to end the entirety of the Exams and allow Satsuji to return home and to seal himself away from the rest of the Village again.
Deep down, he wouldn’t admit it but, he had had started to taking a liking to the Army Encampment that he had come to visit numerous times over the past few weeks before the Selection Exams had actually begun. His going to the Army Encampment that was just outside the Hidden Leaf Village had all started out as a need for more ryo for his personal usage, those being ninja tools and food when he wasn’t with his usual retainers from the Hyuga Household. And although he could just ask either of his parents, there was a need for doing it himself and without the all seeing eyes of his parents, simply so that he could consider himself grown. Ever since he had graduated from the Academy from Konoha and he had experienced what diplomatic missions were, he had a need for his own independence. Even so long after the event, he still remembered thinking that since he had become a Genin it was time for him to stop being childish and to grow up and to finally inherit the higher tiers of the Byakugan, at long last and to become something that the entirety of the Clan could be proud of. Besides, doing so already tied in with his goals.
Without realizing it, he had reached the middle of the hallway and was mere metres from the nearest door, and his gaze flickered as his soft yet slow steps took him ever closer to the other doorway.
WC: 1083