1 Because Really, It's Not Fun Unless It's Dangerous! [Tenmei or Invite.] Tue Apr 05, 2016 4:37 pm
Raijin
D-rank
Meditation, it does the mind good!~
Or rather, it would if he could actually meditate outside anymore. Really, he was sitting in a rather convincing lotus position, breathing like he was meditating, blank-faced like he was meditating, but really he was, well, napping. Or sort of napping. He was awake enough, he knew what was going on around him, but while his mind was awake enough to process sensory inputs and contemplate the world (abet at a speed roughly equivalent to nearly frozen molasses in the depths of a winter blizzard), his body was being tricked into thinking he was sleeping and therefore putting him into a repair mode that most only saw when in the depths of the deepest sleep. It was a common trick among the monks; they would use a lack of sleep to trick the body and mind into doing certain things. It was most often used for spiritual quests and such; but some of the higher monks would use this skill to go months, even years, without sleep; for various reasons that were often of a personal nature.
He just never bothered to sleep, really. He never felt like he needed to anymore, and when he did try, it was usually a pretty nasty experience. Just, nightmares for days, really; and he didn't like that. Better to sit in the Thunder Grounds and absorb the power of the storm to fuel his body and mind; trick his body into repairing itself so that he didn't need to worry about illness and degradation like some of his superiors did. There were reasons why some of the most skilled and spiritual of his kind never left their temple; they physically could not after so many years. Some could not even physically move anymore; even the effort of verbalizing using 'normal' human languages was beyond them, so they could only sing in the language of the sages, cast lightning into scorch marks and harmonize the crystals deep within the cave to commune with their acolytes and clansmen.
He really didn't want to get that bad; not anytime soon anyway. He was still young, and while he had the skill and position within the monks of the clan to fade into that world without issue... it wasn't his style. No, he was too much a child of battle; he was a ninja after all, even if he saw his life as such as secondary to his life as a Lightning Sage and Dragon Monk. Both lives were not mutually exclusive, thankfully, so he was able to find a balance that worked for him. Most of the time.
With how the current administration of the village was running things, it was far more difficult that it should have been. He had very little love for the current ruling parties, even less so for the current Raikage, or any of his predecessors. Midnight had been... alright, some of the time; he'd never met Reika somehow, and Sanosuke had never even given him the time of day. Raijin held no high opinion of himself in relation to the running of the village, he was just another Jounin and very replaceable, but he was still a Jounin, and Jounin tended to at least meet with the Kage at some point in their tenure. He might have been promoted before Sanosuke took office, but shit; get to know your people. A file and some data on paper didn't tell you shit that you couldn't learn better by a five minute face to face. With how low the Jounin population was, he could have done the entire group in less than a day. Busy or not, you make time for your people.
But shit, he had to time to frick with all the Kiri ninja in the village.
That was just... the frick was he thinking? Even as removed from the outside world as Raijin had gotten, he knew full well that a fight with Kiri of all villages was the last thing they needed. Even with a decade to prepare and train they couldn't take on Ayakashi and her people; it would be suicide for anyone sent to fight, and would likely end up with either the village and country under enemy rule, or blasted off the face of the planet.
He was all for loyalty and protecting the people; but from what he'd heard around the grapevine the girl hadn't even been kidnapped; she went willingly. He fully understood that the information going around was likely wrong; but if it was even a hair truthful... Just what the frick was Sanosuke thinking?
"Hnnn..."
He needed to recenter, now; he was all... upset and moody and lightly sparking lightning bolts off the blades strapped to his back, as well as his hands and body in general. That tended to happen when he got pissy, and he was getting damn close to that point. Thankfully, he was sitting high up on one of the rocky outcroppings that wasn't a proper lightning rod pillar, but was still just as charged with the natural lightning energy as the rest of this place. He was far enough out of the way to not be a danger himself to any ninja or monk training in the area, without being so hidden that he couldn't be found if anyone cared to look for purple hair and brilliantly colored clothing. Yep, flamboyant man was flamboyant; which given his sexuality was hilariously cliche. Not that it mattered to him anyway, but meh.
Fresh lightning bolts around him made the earth shake and the air smell of ozone, and it comforted his very soul. Ah, home... a wonderful thing. Now if only the people that had invaded his homeland would stop being fucktards and leave them in peace...
WC: 980
Or rather, it would if he could actually meditate outside anymore. Really, he was sitting in a rather convincing lotus position, breathing like he was meditating, blank-faced like he was meditating, but really he was, well, napping. Or sort of napping. He was awake enough, he knew what was going on around him, but while his mind was awake enough to process sensory inputs and contemplate the world (abet at a speed roughly equivalent to nearly frozen molasses in the depths of a winter blizzard), his body was being tricked into thinking he was sleeping and therefore putting him into a repair mode that most only saw when in the depths of the deepest sleep. It was a common trick among the monks; they would use a lack of sleep to trick the body and mind into doing certain things. It was most often used for spiritual quests and such; but some of the higher monks would use this skill to go months, even years, without sleep; for various reasons that were often of a personal nature.
He just never bothered to sleep, really. He never felt like he needed to anymore, and when he did try, it was usually a pretty nasty experience. Just, nightmares for days, really; and he didn't like that. Better to sit in the Thunder Grounds and absorb the power of the storm to fuel his body and mind; trick his body into repairing itself so that he didn't need to worry about illness and degradation like some of his superiors did. There were reasons why some of the most skilled and spiritual of his kind never left their temple; they physically could not after so many years. Some could not even physically move anymore; even the effort of verbalizing using 'normal' human languages was beyond them, so they could only sing in the language of the sages, cast lightning into scorch marks and harmonize the crystals deep within the cave to commune with their acolytes and clansmen.
He really didn't want to get that bad; not anytime soon anyway. He was still young, and while he had the skill and position within the monks of the clan to fade into that world without issue... it wasn't his style. No, he was too much a child of battle; he was a ninja after all, even if he saw his life as such as secondary to his life as a Lightning Sage and Dragon Monk. Both lives were not mutually exclusive, thankfully, so he was able to find a balance that worked for him. Most of the time.
With how the current administration of the village was running things, it was far more difficult that it should have been. He had very little love for the current ruling parties, even less so for the current Raikage, or any of his predecessors. Midnight had been... alright, some of the time; he'd never met Reika somehow, and Sanosuke had never even given him the time of day. Raijin held no high opinion of himself in relation to the running of the village, he was just another Jounin and very replaceable, but he was still a Jounin, and Jounin tended to at least meet with the Kage at some point in their tenure. He might have been promoted before Sanosuke took office, but shit; get to know your people. A file and some data on paper didn't tell you shit that you couldn't learn better by a five minute face to face. With how low the Jounin population was, he could have done the entire group in less than a day. Busy or not, you make time for your people.
But shit, he had to time to frick with all the Kiri ninja in the village.
That was just... the frick was he thinking? Even as removed from the outside world as Raijin had gotten, he knew full well that a fight with Kiri of all villages was the last thing they needed. Even with a decade to prepare and train they couldn't take on Ayakashi and her people; it would be suicide for anyone sent to fight, and would likely end up with either the village and country under enemy rule, or blasted off the face of the planet.
He was all for loyalty and protecting the people; but from what he'd heard around the grapevine the girl hadn't even been kidnapped; she went willingly. He fully understood that the information going around was likely wrong; but if it was even a hair truthful... Just what the frick was Sanosuke thinking?
"Hnnn..."
He needed to recenter, now; he was all... upset and moody and lightly sparking lightning bolts off the blades strapped to his back, as well as his hands and body in general. That tended to happen when he got pissy, and he was getting damn close to that point. Thankfully, he was sitting high up on one of the rocky outcroppings that wasn't a proper lightning rod pillar, but was still just as charged with the natural lightning energy as the rest of this place. He was far enough out of the way to not be a danger himself to any ninja or monk training in the area, without being so hidden that he couldn't be found if anyone cared to look for purple hair and brilliantly colored clothing. Yep, flamboyant man was flamboyant; which given his sexuality was hilariously cliche. Not that it mattered to him anyway, but meh.
Fresh lightning bolts around him made the earth shake and the air smell of ozone, and it comforted his very soul. Ah, home... a wonderful thing. Now if only the people that had invaded his homeland would stop being fucktards and leave them in peace...
WC: 980