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The Forgotten Mist [Private|Kaguza|NK] Fri Apr 15, 2016 1:00 am
Yuudai
D-rank
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The hours had transformed into days, which in turn became weeks. Weeks became months and yet nothing seemed to change for him. He lacked the will he initially held from five-six years ago. The drive wasn’t there, nor was there any reason for him to further himself. He lost those things he held close, pushed away the rest – including his home, only to isolate himself in an environment that wasn’t suited for his bloodline. Call it a self-conducted punishment, but Yuudai felt it was necessary, to be away from Kiri to get his head on straight. Kiri wouldn’t help that cause. Going to a minor shinobi nation would have aided him in blending in more, but he knew the frequency of visits ffrom shinobi of Kirkgakure no Sato to Sunagakure no Sato, it was practically non-existent. Here he had the peace of mind that no reminders of home would reach him, except for the very items he kept on himself. Each held a story of his past, each symbolized the village he grew up in, yet he didn’t know how to part ways with them, nor figure out what exactly to do anymore. So, here stood a swordsman with a katana he couldn’t bring himself to actively utilize.
He didn’t despise it, he treasured it. The fact, however, remains that the sentimental value behind it brought him to think too much of the place he once called home, the place that would always be his home no matter what. Kiri would always hold that place, it was irreplaceable. However, going back just wasn’t in the cards for Yuudai, at least not yet, not until he got his mind fully set, his thoughts sorted out, and the voice to quiet down. The once regarded Sannin of Kirigakure no Sato was essentially a nobody in Sunagakure no Sato, and he was relatively fine with that; he could accept that. The solitude given to him by being away from the constant reminders, or at least the majority of them, was a god-send.
No matter who came across him, it was unlikely they could identify him due to the grey cloak he wore, hiding his hair and slightly obscuring his facial features. The rest of his clothing was both light in material and colour as to avoid absorbing too much heat, even with the circulation of his chakra within his body to keep his temperature down. His two weapons were holstered along his right hip, one was ordinary that remained with him for ages, yet the other which was newer was the one that reminded him more of Kiri than the other. The properties of the blade reminded him of his clan, for it utilized their unique kekkei genkai. While his weapon wasn’t on par with the legendary swords that the seven swordsmen held, it was able to hold its own and be utilized in an entirely different way that Yuudai knew how to utilize efficiently; he just never had the opportunity.
His adventures had brought him through various areas on Kaze no Kuni, from the major shinobi village of Sunagakure no Sato to the isolated villages on the southern coasts. Roaming along the endless dunes, setting up camps for the night, and then moving on the next day had become routine. Those days were only interrupted every-so-often when Yuudai stopped by at a village to stay the night and clean up, but he’d be gone the next. He visited a couple of villages a few time, simply due to the convenience they offered him, but he largely preferred to be alone, to figure things out for himself without any further distractors. The lack of water meant he had to fill a canteen whenever he could, which he did when he stopped by an oasis or village. His own kekkei genkai meant he had access to cold water at any time; a convenience he found was the most useful in day’s temperature. The cool nights were much better, letting Yuudai bask in the coldness that was present once the sand released the heat it held during the day. His eyes were constantly scanning the desert, trying to find any obscurities, whether it be in the form of a village or person. Removing the sense of constantly being alert was something that hadn’t disappeared over the past several months.
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He didn’t despise it, he treasured it. The fact, however, remains that the sentimental value behind it brought him to think too much of the place he once called home, the place that would always be his home no matter what. Kiri would always hold that place, it was irreplaceable. However, going back just wasn’t in the cards for Yuudai, at least not yet, not until he got his mind fully set, his thoughts sorted out, and the voice to quiet down. The once regarded Sannin of Kirigakure no Sato was essentially a nobody in Sunagakure no Sato, and he was relatively fine with that; he could accept that. The solitude given to him by being away from the constant reminders, or at least the majority of them, was a god-send.
No matter who came across him, it was unlikely they could identify him due to the grey cloak he wore, hiding his hair and slightly obscuring his facial features. The rest of his clothing was both light in material and colour as to avoid absorbing too much heat, even with the circulation of his chakra within his body to keep his temperature down. His two weapons were holstered along his right hip, one was ordinary that remained with him for ages, yet the other which was newer was the one that reminded him more of Kiri than the other. The properties of the blade reminded him of his clan, for it utilized their unique kekkei genkai. While his weapon wasn’t on par with the legendary swords that the seven swordsmen held, it was able to hold its own and be utilized in an entirely different way that Yuudai knew how to utilize efficiently; he just never had the opportunity.
His adventures had brought him through various areas on Kaze no Kuni, from the major shinobi village of Sunagakure no Sato to the isolated villages on the southern coasts. Roaming along the endless dunes, setting up camps for the night, and then moving on the next day had become routine. Those days were only interrupted every-so-often when Yuudai stopped by at a village to stay the night and clean up, but he’d be gone the next. He visited a couple of villages a few time, simply due to the convenience they offered him, but he largely preferred to be alone, to figure things out for himself without any further distractors. The lack of water meant he had to fill a canteen whenever he could, which he did when he stopped by an oasis or village. His own kekkei genkai meant he had access to cold water at any time; a convenience he found was the most useful in day’s temperature. The cool nights were much better, letting Yuudai bask in the coldness that was present once the sand released the heat it held during the day. His eyes were constantly scanning the desert, trying to find any obscurities, whether it be in the form of a village or person. Removing the sense of constantly being alert was something that hadn’t disappeared over the past several months.
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