1 What Lies Beyond the Shadows of the Mind? [Invite] Fri Jan 12, 2018 4:26 pm
Tomohiro
B-rank
The night sky streaked with lightning which brightened the area around him. Rain drenched his clothes as he sat trying to calm himself. Tomohiro focused on the balance within him. He sat on a rock and had been meditating for some time. His legs crossed, his head bowed, and his eyes closed. The rusted blade remained in its sheath across his lap. The elements seemed to soothe him as he started to feel his old self returning. The fuel and will to kill started to slowly release themselves through each breath of air. It had been a long time since Tomohiro was able to find focus like this. This was definitely what he truly needed. The training grounds had a way of helping him find calm. Something he hadn’t experienced in a number of months.
The last battle he fought with his teammate Zeref took some of the urge away which made him feel a small sense of calm. He was on the verge of becoming a chuunin. The emotions that he felt were not to get in the way of him becoming a successful shinobi. Tomohiro started to feel his emotions becoming suppressed by the balance he started to fill. It was like all irregularities had been removed from his body. This was what his grandfather had been talking about. His mind was clear and at ease. It was almost like the lust for blood wasn’t a part of him any more. He knew that meditating once wouldn’t that simple. It would be something that he would need to strive for everyday.
He opened his eyes looking up to the night sky. Raindrops rolled down his face as it took on the heavy rain. The wind started to push his hood off of his head revealing his dark colored hair. A deep sigh flowed through his lips as he bowed his head and returned to his meditation. A lightning bolt flashed as the the sound of earth shaking thunder followed. It had been a long time since he was able to find such peace. He hoped that the answers to his problems would just appear to him, but the universe didn’t work that way. There was always a road or a guide to get to where you needed to be. He knew that balance was important in the use of his kenjutsu. Without balance, he was just waving a sword around. Even with just executing the technique, there was no soul behind. It was like baking a chocolate cake without the chocolate. It would still be a cake, but it would be bland and unwanted.
The wind blew hard against him as he did not open his eyes. The wind was cold having blown in from the north. The rain on his hood started to feel heavy as it couldn’t soak up any more of the water droplets. Time continued to tick on as he started to fade. Everything seemed to be dark. He could no longer hear the wind blow or the thunder rumble. Tomohiro opened his eyes to a little boy. The boys violet eyes stared at him. It took a moment to realize that he was looking a younger reflection of himself. The boys short hair was rough and out of place like he had just taken a bath and his mother dried him with a warm towel. Though, it seemed like his hands were stained. The younger Tomohiro’s face was also stained with red coloring. It was blood. He couldn’t tell what he was staring at at first. Then, the scene shifted.
Tomohiro was standing alone in a training field. The younger version of himself stood in an open field with a small box filled with a handful of kunai and a few shuriken. The young child had been throwing the the weapons at a straw target. He had yet to hit his intended mark. Tomohiro continued to watch the child struggle. The scene was slightly familiar to him. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t remember the full details of the day. He watched as the boy finally hit the center of the target with a kunai. The youngster smiled as he retrieved the weapons from the target and began again. The young Tomohiro did it again on the first try. He hit the center of the target. The kid then tried with a shuriken and almost hit the center of the target. He took a deep breath and launched another shuriken. The target hit. The young Tomohiro had become so happy at his success.
Then another figured appeared. It was another young child. The child brought a small dog that seemed restless. The boy asked if he could try and the young Tomohiro refused. The boy begged and begged, but the younger Nakir still refused. The boy then lunged for the younger Tomohiro’s box and tripped. Blood started to sprinkle the ground as the boy had fully palmed a shuriken. The boy’s dog started barking as the boy cried. At the scent of the blood, the dog started going wild. The dog bared its teeth first at Tomohiro and then the boy. The little dog then charged the boy. It sunk its fangs into the boys leg. Tomohiro, the younger, stood there in slight shock. He was unsure of what to do at first before starting to pull the dog off. Little Tomohiro tried and tried to much avail.
The other child had been screaming to the top of his lungs. Tomohiro looked around and cried for help as there weren’t any listening ears around. The dog’s fangs went deeper as the young Tomohiro yanked at the dog. The young Tomohiro didn’t know what to do, but figured it would be best to make the dog leave. He then began to kick the dog. The dog then released its grip and reattached itself causing a new wound. It seemed like a lost cause until the young Tomohiro reached for a kunai. The look on his face was fear as he only knew one thing to do. The young Tomohiro took the kunai and plunged it into the dog. There was a slight yelp as the dog let go and fell to the ground. Though, the young Tomohiro didn’t stop there. He continued to jab at the dog without letting up.
Before he knew it, he was covered in blood from head to toe. The other boy continued to cry as another figured appeared. A figured with haunting eyes had shown themselves to him. Mother. The woman quickly assessed the situation and sighed. Her right sleeve blew with the wind as there was no arm to fill its void. The young Tomohiro began to cry as he ran and at gripped at his mother’s leg in tears. Tomohiro stood there looking at the vision he saw. He then realized that’s when it all started. A thunder clap shook him out of the vision as the rain let up. He wasn’t sure how long he was there, but he figured it was too long as he was heavy from the rain on his clothes.
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The last battle he fought with his teammate Zeref took some of the urge away which made him feel a small sense of calm. He was on the verge of becoming a chuunin. The emotions that he felt were not to get in the way of him becoming a successful shinobi. Tomohiro started to feel his emotions becoming suppressed by the balance he started to fill. It was like all irregularities had been removed from his body. This was what his grandfather had been talking about. His mind was clear and at ease. It was almost like the lust for blood wasn’t a part of him any more. He knew that meditating once wouldn’t that simple. It would be something that he would need to strive for everyday.
He opened his eyes looking up to the night sky. Raindrops rolled down his face as it took on the heavy rain. The wind started to push his hood off of his head revealing his dark colored hair. A deep sigh flowed through his lips as he bowed his head and returned to his meditation. A lightning bolt flashed as the the sound of earth shaking thunder followed. It had been a long time since he was able to find such peace. He hoped that the answers to his problems would just appear to him, but the universe didn’t work that way. There was always a road or a guide to get to where you needed to be. He knew that balance was important in the use of his kenjutsu. Without balance, he was just waving a sword around. Even with just executing the technique, there was no soul behind. It was like baking a chocolate cake without the chocolate. It would still be a cake, but it would be bland and unwanted.
The wind blew hard against him as he did not open his eyes. The wind was cold having blown in from the north. The rain on his hood started to feel heavy as it couldn’t soak up any more of the water droplets. Time continued to tick on as he started to fade. Everything seemed to be dark. He could no longer hear the wind blow or the thunder rumble. Tomohiro opened his eyes to a little boy. The boys violet eyes stared at him. It took a moment to realize that he was looking a younger reflection of himself. The boys short hair was rough and out of place like he had just taken a bath and his mother dried him with a warm towel. Though, it seemed like his hands were stained. The younger Tomohiro’s face was also stained with red coloring. It was blood. He couldn’t tell what he was staring at at first. Then, the scene shifted.
Tomohiro was standing alone in a training field. The younger version of himself stood in an open field with a small box filled with a handful of kunai and a few shuriken. The young child had been throwing the the weapons at a straw target. He had yet to hit his intended mark. Tomohiro continued to watch the child struggle. The scene was slightly familiar to him. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t remember the full details of the day. He watched as the boy finally hit the center of the target with a kunai. The youngster smiled as he retrieved the weapons from the target and began again. The young Tomohiro did it again on the first try. He hit the center of the target. The kid then tried with a shuriken and almost hit the center of the target. He took a deep breath and launched another shuriken. The target hit. The young Tomohiro had become so happy at his success.
Then another figured appeared. It was another young child. The child brought a small dog that seemed restless. The boy asked if he could try and the young Tomohiro refused. The boy begged and begged, but the younger Nakir still refused. The boy then lunged for the younger Tomohiro’s box and tripped. Blood started to sprinkle the ground as the boy had fully palmed a shuriken. The boy’s dog started barking as the boy cried. At the scent of the blood, the dog started going wild. The dog bared its teeth first at Tomohiro and then the boy. The little dog then charged the boy. It sunk its fangs into the boys leg. Tomohiro, the younger, stood there in slight shock. He was unsure of what to do at first before starting to pull the dog off. Little Tomohiro tried and tried to much avail.
The other child had been screaming to the top of his lungs. Tomohiro looked around and cried for help as there weren’t any listening ears around. The dog’s fangs went deeper as the young Tomohiro yanked at the dog. The young Tomohiro didn’t know what to do, but figured it would be best to make the dog leave. He then began to kick the dog. The dog then released its grip and reattached itself causing a new wound. It seemed like a lost cause until the young Tomohiro reached for a kunai. The look on his face was fear as he only knew one thing to do. The young Tomohiro took the kunai and plunged it into the dog. There was a slight yelp as the dog let go and fell to the ground. Though, the young Tomohiro didn’t stop there. He continued to jab at the dog without letting up.
Before he knew it, he was covered in blood from head to toe. The other boy continued to cry as another figured appeared. A figured with haunting eyes had shown themselves to him. Mother. The woman quickly assessed the situation and sighed. Her right sleeve blew with the wind as there was no arm to fill its void. The young Tomohiro began to cry as he ran and at gripped at his mother’s leg in tears. Tomohiro stood there looking at the vision he saw. He then realized that’s when it all started. A thunder clap shook him out of the vision as the rain let up. He wasn’t sure how long he was there, but he figured it was too long as he was heavy from the rain on his clothes.
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