1 Soon to be pillar of the cloud village [Private/Han] Mon Mar 07, 2016 2:27 pm
Aomine
D-rank
Finally, a place that felt like home. Syn lay on the soft bed fixing his gaze on the wooden ceiling above. The house felt like an extension of himself and of course it is. He had built the house using his mokuton element right before leaving Kumogakure no Sato and embarking on a life changing mission. He lay there like one who had no life in him with the blankets covering from his feet to his upper torso due to the fact that he was lost in his thoughts.
He knew that he had not much to think about but then again he remembered having pledged his loyalty to the hidden cloud village the previous day when he arrived Kumoggakure. The meeting with the Raikage could not be described as a short or long one. The factor called ‘time’ just seemed to be erased from existence and all that mattered was the Raikage and Syn. This was a new beginning for him, the name Syn, the rank of Jounin, even the new medical ninjutsu art he had learned. He felt more different, like he was in control of himself.
The rays of the morning sun penetrated the blinds of the curtains as they shone upon him like some miner that had just discovered raw gold in a cave after days of searching. The hours had passed by so quickly that he did not even get to close his eyes but that did not matter much, he had had more nights without sleep. He finally moved and got out of bed. He walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee for himself after which he emerged from there and walked into the living room to sit on the sofa. He heaved a sigh as he stared deeply into the void.
”What is your purpose?”
a voice inside of him spoke. He did not feel surprised rather he knew that it was a question worth asking. He had been through a lot and now he was finally on top, pulling the strings of his own life though he knew he was still under the Raikage and his services as a shinobi are to be provided whenever required. Still, what is his purpose. The question seemed to have no current answer. The previous lives he had lived disgusted him so much that he wanted to acquire enough power to be able to defend himself and not fall into the pit of his past. He was a weakling, unable to fight back. He was kidnapped and brainwashed, such a terrible fate he had to face all because of his lack of power. He was never going down easily again and he knew this in himself.
He stayed indoors all day resting. His trip had been a tiresome one so he needed this rest. The sun soon went down and the darkness took over only to be ruled by the moon and thousands of stars that twinkled in the sky. He looked out his window imagining what it would be like to control that many shinobis. He had heard of two legendary puppet masters that were able to make and control human puppets and he planned on being the next, it was only a matter of time.
He felt the wind call to him as it coursed through his hair. He dressed up in his new usual clothing. A grey fitted coat, putting on his goggles, headphones and strapping his ninja belt with enough pockets to hold his ninja tools and head band. He switched on his ipod and began listening to some music as he strolled out of his home closing the door behind him. He had no idea of where he was going but he just kept walking. The streets looked quite empty as most villagers were indoors and asleep. The moon was at it’s fullest and he could feel it drawing him forward. How easy it is for humans to be controlled, he thought.
WC: 667
He knew that he had not much to think about but then again he remembered having pledged his loyalty to the hidden cloud village the previous day when he arrived Kumoggakure. The meeting with the Raikage could not be described as a short or long one. The factor called ‘time’ just seemed to be erased from existence and all that mattered was the Raikage and Syn. This was a new beginning for him, the name Syn, the rank of Jounin, even the new medical ninjutsu art he had learned. He felt more different, like he was in control of himself.
The rays of the morning sun penetrated the blinds of the curtains as they shone upon him like some miner that had just discovered raw gold in a cave after days of searching. The hours had passed by so quickly that he did not even get to close his eyes but that did not matter much, he had had more nights without sleep. He finally moved and got out of bed. He walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee for himself after which he emerged from there and walked into the living room to sit on the sofa. He heaved a sigh as he stared deeply into the void.
”What is your purpose?”
a voice inside of him spoke. He did not feel surprised rather he knew that it was a question worth asking. He had been through a lot and now he was finally on top, pulling the strings of his own life though he knew he was still under the Raikage and his services as a shinobi are to be provided whenever required. Still, what is his purpose. The question seemed to have no current answer. The previous lives he had lived disgusted him so much that he wanted to acquire enough power to be able to defend himself and not fall into the pit of his past. He was a weakling, unable to fight back. He was kidnapped and brainwashed, such a terrible fate he had to face all because of his lack of power. He was never going down easily again and he knew this in himself.
He stayed indoors all day resting. His trip had been a tiresome one so he needed this rest. The sun soon went down and the darkness took over only to be ruled by the moon and thousands of stars that twinkled in the sky. He looked out his window imagining what it would be like to control that many shinobis. He had heard of two legendary puppet masters that were able to make and control human puppets and he planned on being the next, it was only a matter of time.
He felt the wind call to him as it coursed through his hair. He dressed up in his new usual clothing. A grey fitted coat, putting on his goggles, headphones and strapping his ninja belt with enough pockets to hold his ninja tools and head band. He switched on his ipod and began listening to some music as he strolled out of his home closing the door behind him. He had no idea of where he was going but he just kept walking. The streets looked quite empty as most villagers were indoors and asleep. The moon was at it’s fullest and he could feel it drawing him forward. How easy it is for humans to be controlled, he thought.
WC: 667