1 The Song of the Sand[Seiryu|No Kill|Pm For Invite] Mon Jul 06, 2015 4:32 am
Kizashi
D-rank
The sun was high in the sky on this day, a normal thing for the land of wind. Another normality was the slight winds picking up and blowing sand around. It wasn't too much of a violent wind, but the blowing did push up the sand particles much in the fashion of a strong breeze. This sort of breeze would add whipping to the ends of ones' cloak, without forcing their hood down or pushing them back. Blowing and billowing, winds threw up sand in small quantities, but annoying quantities that did cake around clothing if only slightly. It was in the dunes of sand near the meeting cactus a lone figure walked. The figure was garbed in a long black cloak that went down to barely show his ankles, with the wind whipping the edges up a bit to show black shinobi tights, leading into white tabi and sandals. The cloak was black, with red trim around the hood and down the front near the buttons and on the hems of the sleeves as well. The red trim traveled all the way to the bottom edges of the cloak, bringing a bit of color to an otherwise void of color. The hood itself was pull over the face of the man, concealing all but his mouth and jaw region in shadows. His mouth, staying in an indifferent state, neither frown nor smile.
This was a return to his homeland. Enter, Syekren Uchiha.
He had been away for a while, and he himself did not know why he had returned, none the stronger than he was before. His right arm moved up, his sleeve blowing about a bit from the breeze, falling down past his wrist to show a burn scar of the Sunagakure no Sato symbol upon his lower bicep, as well as an arm guard on his forearm. He moved his arm a bit, shaking sand and dirt from it before removing his hood to let his shoulder length cobalt hair show. His hair fell over his left eye, concealing what lay underneath, though and observant person would see black fabric string pulled through his bangs towards the back of his head from the top right and bottom left of his face. Underneath his cloak he wore a simple netted black shinobi shirt with his ANBU armor over it, he wore the full ANBU vest as well as the forearm guards and shin guards. He also had a mask strapped to his belt, resembling the face of a cat, hidden beneath his dark garb. The man looked around with his right eye, a deep pool of blue, scanning his surroundings.
Why, why had he come back after all this time?
This question repeated itself over and over inside his head, gradually becoming louder. Asking himself why. But he hadn't the slightest idea, why. Syekren had returned simply because it was his will. It could be that his homeland needed him again. It could be he had a reputation to uphold, the village's only ANBU shinobi should be there to protect it. Or it could be that word had reached him about the silence from the Kazekage's manse. Some things were not right in the village, and maybe that is what drew the lone wanderer back to his homeland and out of his hiding away. No one, not even the young man could say what was going on at this moment in his thoughts for certain. All he knew was he had returned and he was surprised that it had taken him this long to decide to do so.
No letters, no requests, no missions, no assassinations, not visits, no salamanders, nothing. Was he..Useless? Unneeded?
Syekren quietly let a sigh escape from his pale pink lips, his soft porcelain colored skin gleaming a bit in the sunlight that got through the sand blowing around him. The wind was dying down, if only slightly, still blowing around him and causing his cape to billow around his feet a bit. He quietly began a solemn march to the meeting cactus, wondering if his room was how it had been left; of his parents; of his weapons and objects that he'd collected. His mind raced about, letting these many thoughts come to and fro, as he made his way to the cactus, and perhaps a new step in his destiny.
This is my story, and my continuation
This was a return to his homeland. Enter, Syekren Uchiha.
He had been away for a while, and he himself did not know why he had returned, none the stronger than he was before. His right arm moved up, his sleeve blowing about a bit from the breeze, falling down past his wrist to show a burn scar of the Sunagakure no Sato symbol upon his lower bicep, as well as an arm guard on his forearm. He moved his arm a bit, shaking sand and dirt from it before removing his hood to let his shoulder length cobalt hair show. His hair fell over his left eye, concealing what lay underneath, though and observant person would see black fabric string pulled through his bangs towards the back of his head from the top right and bottom left of his face. Underneath his cloak he wore a simple netted black shinobi shirt with his ANBU armor over it, he wore the full ANBU vest as well as the forearm guards and shin guards. He also had a mask strapped to his belt, resembling the face of a cat, hidden beneath his dark garb. The man looked around with his right eye, a deep pool of blue, scanning his surroundings.
Why, why had he come back after all this time?
This question repeated itself over and over inside his head, gradually becoming louder. Asking himself why. But he hadn't the slightest idea, why. Syekren had returned simply because it was his will. It could be that his homeland needed him again. It could be he had a reputation to uphold, the village's only ANBU shinobi should be there to protect it. Or it could be that word had reached him about the silence from the Kazekage's manse. Some things were not right in the village, and maybe that is what drew the lone wanderer back to his homeland and out of his hiding away. No one, not even the young man could say what was going on at this moment in his thoughts for certain. All he knew was he had returned and he was surprised that it had taken him this long to decide to do so.
No letters, no requests, no missions, no assassinations, not visits, no salamanders, nothing. Was he..Useless? Unneeded?
Syekren quietly let a sigh escape from his pale pink lips, his soft porcelain colored skin gleaming a bit in the sunlight that got through the sand blowing around him. The wind was dying down, if only slightly, still blowing around him and causing his cape to billow around his feet a bit. He quietly began a solemn march to the meeting cactus, wondering if his room was how it had been left; of his parents; of his weapons and objects that he'd collected. His mind raced about, letting these many thoughts come to and fro, as he made his way to the cactus, and perhaps a new step in his destiny.
This is my story, and my continuation