1 Some Libraries Just Aren't Quiet [Invite Only] Sun May 31, 2015 12:43 am
Yoichi Uchiha
D-rank
The Library. A place of solitude and a place for an intellectual. Yoichi came here to relax some times, when he had nothing better to do. The great thing about this library, though, was that some people played Shogi. And all he needed to do to relax was listen to the clacking of the tiles on the boards. He liked the echo is made, it was calming, relaxing. He rarely ever played anyone. The people here weren't at his skill level, and quickly became frustrated from losing all the time. Some people challenged him purely to observe his technique in action, but lately, Yoichi had taken to simply reading a book and watching the matches. Most libraries were quiet, but this one was not. At least not here.
Yoichi was actually simply wasting some time at the moment. He watched a couple of new players attempting to play, and they were being taught by one of the more senior regulars here. Koratsu Foon, an elderly gentleman who spent almost all of his time here. Yoichi and Koratsu had actually played Shogi quite a few times together, as that man was one of the few who was willing to play Yoichi multiple times. He wasn't in it to win, simply to have a conversation, and pass on his wisdom, garnered in his long life. If Yoichi could be said to have a soft spot for any one person, perhaps it would be the old man. He'd been as much a father to Yoichi as anyone could have been. They knew each other for a long time.
Upon becoming an orphan, Yoichi didn't have much to do. He wasn't a shinobi, he hadn't gone to the academy, and he didn't care about training at that time. However, he did spend a lot of his time reading, at the library. Koratsu was always playing Shogi, and Yoichi's tactically based mind led him to find some large measure of interest. It was Koratsu that showed Yoichi how to play Shogi, and he was one of the few people to have been able to beat Yoichi at it when he started to play. He'd helped Yoichi develop his mind for tactics. And he perhaps knew Yoichi better than any other living person. Lately, Yoichi had been coming here and stopped playing shogi, but he watched, and read silently. Anyone who frequented the library had seen the young man, and odd sight, with his eye patch and scar, simply reading quietly and observing the world. Not many people talked to him, but he didn't seem to mind his solitude. Today was one such day.
WC: 438
TWC: 438
Yoichi was actually simply wasting some time at the moment. He watched a couple of new players attempting to play, and they were being taught by one of the more senior regulars here. Koratsu Foon, an elderly gentleman who spent almost all of his time here. Yoichi and Koratsu had actually played Shogi quite a few times together, as that man was one of the few who was willing to play Yoichi multiple times. He wasn't in it to win, simply to have a conversation, and pass on his wisdom, garnered in his long life. If Yoichi could be said to have a soft spot for any one person, perhaps it would be the old man. He'd been as much a father to Yoichi as anyone could have been. They knew each other for a long time.
Upon becoming an orphan, Yoichi didn't have much to do. He wasn't a shinobi, he hadn't gone to the academy, and he didn't care about training at that time. However, he did spend a lot of his time reading, at the library. Koratsu was always playing Shogi, and Yoichi's tactically based mind led him to find some large measure of interest. It was Koratsu that showed Yoichi how to play Shogi, and he was one of the few people to have been able to beat Yoichi at it when he started to play. He'd helped Yoichi develop his mind for tactics. And he perhaps knew Yoichi better than any other living person. Lately, Yoichi had been coming here and stopped playing shogi, but he watched, and read silently. Anyone who frequented the library had seen the young man, and odd sight, with his eye patch and scar, simply reading quietly and observing the world. Not many people talked to him, but he didn't seem to mind his solitude. Today was one such day.
WC: 438
TWC: 438