1 The Beginning of the Mind's Journey [Private|Invite] Wed Jan 06, 2016 5:36 am
Kuroshiki
D-rank
He was here, perhaps the one place in the world that could give him the footing he needed, the base of knowledge he required, to move forward and figure out the mystery behind the attack that took place so many years ago. For the only piece of information about their whereabouts was placed upon a single sheet of paper with dozens of other names on a list, including Kuroshiki’s own father. He knew, in this world, especially with the means he had taken to gain this parchment, that he needed to improve upon his skills to be able to at least fend for himself as he solved the mystery that laid on an object that could easily be blown away with the win. The names on the list were of currently no use to him, for none of them were familiar to his eye. None of this currently made sense to the Nozaki, with the exception that they were all related in whatever abstract idea that tied them all together, his father included.
He passed by dozens of people, none of whom caught Kuroshiki’s eye, for he walked past them, his glasses resting upon the bridge of his nose. His hair, once again its usual mess, covered the majority of his forehead, his vision slightly obstructed by the hair he didn’t feel like moving out of the way at the moment. Kuroshiki’s dress was very casual, for he hadn’t had a pack of clothes with too much diversity, for he didn’t know how long he would be staying in Iwagakure no Sato. His dark boots lightly padded upon the tiled floor he now just stepped upon, now entering the realm of the interior of the infamous university of Tsuchi no Kuni. The rest of his dress was fairly simple, dark with a bit of brightness procured from Kuroshiki’s high-collared white shirt. However, the shirt was only minimally visible, for it was covered by his black blazer that was slightly buttoned up, the same shade as the pants he wore.
He knew all the answers he truly needed wouldn’t be found easily, much less found here in the Diamond Heights University library, but it would certainly provide the boy with a base of knowledge to begin working with. He knew for certain his own abilities as a shinobi weren’t up to par for the time being, something he’d need to explore yet it proved far too difficult for the katon chakra he was able to procure. As of yet, Kuroshiki had yet to find a teacher whom could teach him how to mold the flames perfectly, such that they wouldn’t thrash out against Kuroshiki himself. Moreso, just being able to control his chakra proved a bit tedious at times, for the past five years he only had himself to be his own teacher and thus far they proved to be less that effective.
Kuroshiki was able to easily make his way through the university to find the library, yet once he was inside, he knew the problems that could be posed upon him. For one, just the vast amount of information floating about would surely take more time than he had to spare to absorb. Secondly, just being able to find the information he needed wouldn’t be directly found here, thus he’d have to find some material that could help him along on his journey. Perhaps something relating to being able to better control his chakra. Yet, that journey would begin soon enough, for Kuroshiki’s eyes found the layers of bookshelves neatly organized around inside the building, the noise kept minimal, yet the faint sounds of chatter clearly reaching his ears, but never registering a single word from these conversation that did not matter to him at all. Instead, his eyes simple wandered around, looking for the place he would need to start his current academic adventure.
He passed by dozens of people, none of whom caught Kuroshiki’s eye, for he walked past them, his glasses resting upon the bridge of his nose. His hair, once again its usual mess, covered the majority of his forehead, his vision slightly obstructed by the hair he didn’t feel like moving out of the way at the moment. Kuroshiki’s dress was very casual, for he hadn’t had a pack of clothes with too much diversity, for he didn’t know how long he would be staying in Iwagakure no Sato. His dark boots lightly padded upon the tiled floor he now just stepped upon, now entering the realm of the interior of the infamous university of Tsuchi no Kuni. The rest of his dress was fairly simple, dark with a bit of brightness procured from Kuroshiki’s high-collared white shirt. However, the shirt was only minimally visible, for it was covered by his black blazer that was slightly buttoned up, the same shade as the pants he wore.
He knew all the answers he truly needed wouldn’t be found easily, much less found here in the Diamond Heights University library, but it would certainly provide the boy with a base of knowledge to begin working with. He knew for certain his own abilities as a shinobi weren’t up to par for the time being, something he’d need to explore yet it proved far too difficult for the katon chakra he was able to procure. As of yet, Kuroshiki had yet to find a teacher whom could teach him how to mold the flames perfectly, such that they wouldn’t thrash out against Kuroshiki himself. Moreso, just being able to control his chakra proved a bit tedious at times, for the past five years he only had himself to be his own teacher and thus far they proved to be less that effective.
Kuroshiki was able to easily make his way through the university to find the library, yet once he was inside, he knew the problems that could be posed upon him. For one, just the vast amount of information floating about would surely take more time than he had to spare to absorb. Secondly, just being able to find the information he needed wouldn’t be directly found here, thus he’d have to find some material that could help him along on his journey. Perhaps something relating to being able to better control his chakra. Yet, that journey would begin soon enough, for Kuroshiki’s eyes found the layers of bookshelves neatly organized around inside the building, the noise kept minimal, yet the faint sounds of chatter clearly reaching his ears, but never registering a single word from these conversation that did not matter to him at all. Instead, his eyes simple wandered around, looking for the place he would need to start his current academic adventure.
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