1 Paths yet unknown [With Yozu Ren][invite only][no kill] Sun Aug 17, 2014 3:11 pm
Uchiha Masaaki
D-rank
The snow-white haired boy with the colour of pecan brown eyes remained seated in a tree, peaceful and undisturbed with a book in his hand – a comic book – and a homemade packed bento in his lap. Every now and then he would tear his eyes away from the boxes of colours to the gentle flow of the sparkly water. The crashing of the water against the rocks resonance a calm within him rarely found anywhere else. Even though he may not agree with the many aspects associated with his clan, he can see why the Naka river is favoured. His almond eyes glanced downwards at the water to observe his reflection, a smile sneaked up on his face. He had grown so much; there was a time when he didn’t have a shinobi forehead protector, a time where he wasn’t proud to trek along these paths. But now things have changed.
From here, he could see the rising sun, the flow of the river slipping into the deep revine like a gentle lullaby. A ironic chuckle slipped out of his mouth…the Naka River…the river of southern joy. There was a time when he despised the irony of that name, for he only understood that his clan consisted of nothing but hatred. But now, in the tranquillity of the place he understood why the river was gifted with such a name.
He arched his back and stretched out his lazy legs with the groaning trees, the leaves danced in the breeze with morning elegance. He sighed and returned his attention to his comic, his hand reached out to pick out a piece of cucumber from his breakfast bento. He ignored the tickling of his sleek white hair against his cheek bones and continued to lose himself in the stories of the comic book he read. It is called “SAGA” a story about a family escaping an intergalactic war.
From here, he could see the rising sun, the flow of the river slipping into the deep revine like a gentle lullaby. A ironic chuckle slipped out of his mouth…the Naka River…the river of southern joy. There was a time when he despised the irony of that name, for he only understood that his clan consisted of nothing but hatred. But now, in the tranquillity of the place he understood why the river was gifted with such a name.
He arched his back and stretched out his lazy legs with the groaning trees, the leaves danced in the breeze with morning elegance. He sighed and returned his attention to his comic, his hand reached out to pick out a piece of cucumber from his breakfast bento. He ignored the tickling of his sleek white hair against his cheek bones and continued to lose himself in the stories of the comic book he read. It is called “SAGA” a story about a family escaping an intergalactic war.
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