1 ...because reality is finally better than your dreams. [ Solo | Training ] Wed Jun 01, 2016 7:51 pm
Ginza
D-rank
Some people say that dreams are not better than reality. Some people say that once you have something in your life that you devote yourself too and focus on, that reality is so much better than shutting your eyes and drifting into the dream world. Some people... Ginza would have to agree with, though in a literal sense and not a 'dreamer' sense. He definitely did have dreams that he was striving towards, but in Ginza’s sense, literally, what some people said, was almost certainly true. He had settled into a routine in his waking hours these past few years of being back in Konoha, and it was a routine that he had come to enjoy, meaning he enjoyed being up and about much more than lying in his bed fast asleep.
That's not to say that he didn't have his bad moments during the day-to-day haul, but to him nothing could be worse to what had already happened in his past, losing the people that he held dear to his heart. Which was partially why the dreams that plagued him in his sleep were a bad thing. It was very often that his dreams found themselves dwelling on those people that were now missing from his side, and even more often that the dreams of these people would turn into horrific nightmares as he relived certain events. At this point, slept simply because he needed to so that his body would stave off the mental breakdown he would likely have if he didn’t sleep. He hated it. The memories. The slaughter. The time he'd spent captured by them. He felt helpless about the whole situation.
And they were still out there.
One day... one day those barbarians would get what was coming to them for what they had done to the temple that had become his home after his family had been killed. Ginza just needed to get a little stronger and he would make those brutes pay for what they had done to the people that had replaced his family. And one day, he would even find out who had killed his family that he had been born into and bound to by blood. He would find out and they would pay for what they had done as well. He just needed some more training first. He wasn’t ready yet.
Closing his eyes and giving a deep even breath, Ginza slammed his hand down on the training dummy for the last time of the day. It was more than time for him to stop training and wander home. Glancing at the clock he could see that it was nearing seven in the evening. There hadn't been much else to do during the day than train, and he'd probably been training now for a full ten hours as he'd started at around ten in the morning. He'd only taken a few breaks in between too, usually when he'd wanted to travel to a different area for a change of scenery. Currently he was in one of the training fields that the village provided to their shinobi ranks, and he’d been there for nearly three hours of the ten hour day.
With a sigh, he stepped away from the training dummy and opened his eyes to look down at his hands. The bandages that he’d wrapped his hands with for training his body in taijutsu had once been pure and white, but now they were scuffed, dull and dirty. If that said anything it, it was probably that the condition of his hands under them was not great and would be sporting bruises from how hard he had been hitting the training materials. Not that he minded. It wasn’t as if he could feel it because of the nerve damage that left his body numb. Bruising was simply evidence of how hard he worked. It would heal. Slowly, he unwound the bandages, revealing the skin that was indeed bruised, and there were even some scrapes showing on his knuckles.
A soft chuckle escaped him at seeing the red puffy skin. If he were anyone else, they would have probably stopped training hours ago instead of letting their hands get into this state. And as vain as he was, his hands were for working. He didn’t care about the calluses that marred them. He smiled. Stretching his body up and cracking his knuckles with his arms reaching to the sky, then leaned forward to press his palms flat against the floor, with his legs straight. No bending of the knee at all. A moment like this and Ginza was straightening and moving to gather his things.
It was time to call it a day and have some dinner. Perhaps some ramen or sushi?
[ WC: 809 / 2000 for jutsu Magnet Release: Sensory Range ]
That's not to say that he didn't have his bad moments during the day-to-day haul, but to him nothing could be worse to what had already happened in his past, losing the people that he held dear to his heart. Which was partially why the dreams that plagued him in his sleep were a bad thing. It was very often that his dreams found themselves dwelling on those people that were now missing from his side, and even more often that the dreams of these people would turn into horrific nightmares as he relived certain events. At this point, slept simply because he needed to so that his body would stave off the mental breakdown he would likely have if he didn’t sleep. He hated it. The memories. The slaughter. The time he'd spent captured by them. He felt helpless about the whole situation.
And they were still out there.
One day... one day those barbarians would get what was coming to them for what they had done to the temple that had become his home after his family had been killed. Ginza just needed to get a little stronger and he would make those brutes pay for what they had done to the people that had replaced his family. And one day, he would even find out who had killed his family that he had been born into and bound to by blood. He would find out and they would pay for what they had done as well. He just needed some more training first. He wasn’t ready yet.
Closing his eyes and giving a deep even breath, Ginza slammed his hand down on the training dummy for the last time of the day. It was more than time for him to stop training and wander home. Glancing at the clock he could see that it was nearing seven in the evening. There hadn't been much else to do during the day than train, and he'd probably been training now for a full ten hours as he'd started at around ten in the morning. He'd only taken a few breaks in between too, usually when he'd wanted to travel to a different area for a change of scenery. Currently he was in one of the training fields that the village provided to their shinobi ranks, and he’d been there for nearly three hours of the ten hour day.
With a sigh, he stepped away from the training dummy and opened his eyes to look down at his hands. The bandages that he’d wrapped his hands with for training his body in taijutsu had once been pure and white, but now they were scuffed, dull and dirty. If that said anything it, it was probably that the condition of his hands under them was not great and would be sporting bruises from how hard he had been hitting the training materials. Not that he minded. It wasn’t as if he could feel it because of the nerve damage that left his body numb. Bruising was simply evidence of how hard he worked. It would heal. Slowly, he unwound the bandages, revealing the skin that was indeed bruised, and there were even some scrapes showing on his knuckles.
A soft chuckle escaped him at seeing the red puffy skin. If he were anyone else, they would have probably stopped training hours ago instead of letting their hands get into this state. And as vain as he was, his hands were for working. He didn’t care about the calluses that marred them. He smiled. Stretching his body up and cracking his knuckles with his arms reaching to the sky, then leaned forward to press his palms flat against the floor, with his legs straight. No bending of the knee at all. A moment like this and Ginza was straightening and moving to gather his things.
It was time to call it a day and have some dinner. Perhaps some ramen or sushi?
[ WC: 809 / 2000 for jutsu Magnet Release: Sensory Range ]