1 A Big Pond [Seito] Sat Jul 29, 2017 7:17 pm
Souku Yamadachi
D-rank
Within the isles of the Mist village, the mist looming over it like thick phantom curtain. Souku is seen walking in a much less developed part of the village, compared to the rest of the archaic architecture. His black hair covered most of his upper face, his slouch contributing to most of it. With the mist afoot, his lacking postures gave him the appearance of a ghost, a phantom that wandered aimlessly. It was how he always looked after a confrontation with his legal guardian, the term father would imply that their was a bond between father and son. No, that was not the case. It would never be, the case. His marked back, his bruised stomach, will always serve a reminder. But not his ligaments or face, no. It would be too obvious to his peers, his flogger a brute and a crafty being of maliciousness. However, no matter where he would go, he will always carry his handiwork with him, a memento.
Nevertheless, Souku, had other things on his mind. To be precise, it was actually one thing in mind. His slouched posture aided him in following would had seemed to be a trail, a game trail of a brown rabbit. He had been following a certain critter among the rocks for some time. it was the only way Souku, could relieve himself the pain inflicted upon him by his father. By inflicting pain onto others much smaller than him, yes, it gave him pride and focus. Following the path, passing broken pillars and cracked foundations , he stumbles upon a much brighter area. Surprisingly, to even a local like Souku, the gloomy mist did not touch this area. It was as if something warded off the fog. Although the trail was lost, The setting ahead of him was revealed, including Souka's full frame.
The light revealed Souka, light blue long sleeve jacket, along with a khaki vest over the jacket. His pants were black, which cut off at his mid ankles. His shoes were of the standard shinobi issue, his toes and ankles uncovered. He now stands tall, his hair falls back except his two bangs along both sides of his face. His Kirigakure head bang also revealed itself, fastened tight against his forehead. His father didn't lash his neck this time, so it was fine for him to wear his headband proper.
He takes in the setting, the flat rock flooring which stretched quite a distance. In the middle, a few meters ahead, a two foot tall fountain, barely full. Souka thinks to himself, taking in the area. It looked forgotten, with the lack of maintenance. The rock tiles were cracked, most of them were at first glance. He walks over to the fountain, looks down at what was left of the water. His unfocused reflection, it made him forget about all the scars and cuts his fathers gave him for a moment. For a brief moment, he felt, bliss.
Nevertheless, Souku, had other things on his mind. To be precise, it was actually one thing in mind. His slouched posture aided him in following would had seemed to be a trail, a game trail of a brown rabbit. He had been following a certain critter among the rocks for some time. it was the only way Souku, could relieve himself the pain inflicted upon him by his father. By inflicting pain onto others much smaller than him, yes, it gave him pride and focus. Following the path, passing broken pillars and cracked foundations , he stumbles upon a much brighter area. Surprisingly, to even a local like Souku, the gloomy mist did not touch this area. It was as if something warded off the fog. Although the trail was lost, The setting ahead of him was revealed, including Souka's full frame.
The light revealed Souka, light blue long sleeve jacket, along with a khaki vest over the jacket. His pants were black, which cut off at his mid ankles. His shoes were of the standard shinobi issue, his toes and ankles uncovered. He now stands tall, his hair falls back except his two bangs along both sides of his face. His Kirigakure head bang also revealed itself, fastened tight against his forehead. His father didn't lash his neck this time, so it was fine for him to wear his headband proper.
He takes in the setting, the flat rock flooring which stretched quite a distance. In the middle, a few meters ahead, a two foot tall fountain, barely full. Souka thinks to himself, taking in the area. It looked forgotten, with the lack of maintenance. The rock tiles were cracked, most of them were at first glance. He walks over to the fountain, looks down at what was left of the water. His unfocused reflection, it made him forget about all the scars and cuts his fathers gave him for a moment. For a brief moment, he felt, bliss.