1 A Song of Rain and Thunder (Kashizodoto/Training/Private) Sun Nov 27, 2016 2:09 am
Elin
D-rank
A small boy walked through the thunder grounds that day, he knew not what he was searching for, but he understood only one thing.
"ryu.... zo.... ji...." as the young Elin sat there wandering why they had disappeared and whether they were even alive. Ever since winning the chuunin exams no one has ever come to greet him again. People were avoiding him and even the farmers chased him out due to some secret hatred for shinobi trying to take their farms from them by using their magical jutsu to make their hard work mean almost nothing. Even though only a handful of shinobi had enough skill for that, it was true that shinobi were the core existence in this world and that normal people were losing their place in the world. As they walk amongst monsters, the little boy had heard a friend of his say to him when he came out of the tournament victorious that he was a monster.
Also after seeing his flaming jutsu there were rumors that he had been secretly sabotaging farms even though it was the work of bandits. He sat there with his legs crossed hoping that the people would stop looking at him with such cold eyes as he was brooding about something.
The resounding and thundering sounds of thunder would echo into the open field, and then it came. As if to say the world was crying for the small boy who sat still meditating as the rain came pouring down hitting him against his forehead as the boy raised his head slowly to look on into the distance as he saw a stranger enter this field without fear. Who was it that came to him, was it fate or was it coincidence and did any of it even matter anymore as the eyes the boy showed seemed to look lonely and at the same time sad to the point of dwindling into a raging anger hidden deep behind his hair which was wet and waving through the winds that began to build up.
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"ryu.... zo.... ji...." as the young Elin sat there wandering why they had disappeared and whether they were even alive. Ever since winning the chuunin exams no one has ever come to greet him again. People were avoiding him and even the farmers chased him out due to some secret hatred for shinobi trying to take their farms from them by using their magical jutsu to make their hard work mean almost nothing. Even though only a handful of shinobi had enough skill for that, it was true that shinobi were the core existence in this world and that normal people were losing their place in the world. As they walk amongst monsters, the little boy had heard a friend of his say to him when he came out of the tournament victorious that he was a monster.
Also after seeing his flaming jutsu there were rumors that he had been secretly sabotaging farms even though it was the work of bandits. He sat there with his legs crossed hoping that the people would stop looking at him with such cold eyes as he was brooding about something.
The resounding and thundering sounds of thunder would echo into the open field, and then it came. As if to say the world was crying for the small boy who sat still meditating as the rain came pouring down hitting him against his forehead as the boy raised his head slowly to look on into the distance as he saw a stranger enter this field without fear. Who was it that came to him, was it fate or was it coincidence and did any of it even matter anymore as the eyes the boy showed seemed to look lonely and at the same time sad to the point of dwindling into a raging anger hidden deep behind his hair which was wet and waving through the winds that began to build up.
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