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Greener Pastures. {Kiri → Konoha} Mon Sep 10, 2018 10:12 pm
Takao
S-rank
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「The Land of Water, a country that had been thrown into disarray again and again throughout history, and had once earned and several times reinforced the moniker of the Bloody Mist, had been an unexpectedly pleasant vacation. Perhaps the country itself hadn’t extended a tremendous amount of hospitality, for his first experiences in the sodden lands were missions that exploited his more barbarous skill-set, yet the people he had met along the way had made up for the Hidden Mist’s exploitation. His first endeavour on behalf of the Mist had introduced him to one “Nova”, whose unique brand of puppetry had instilled ideas for combatting such strategies in the future. Their trip into the depths of the Land of Water’s oceans had left him injured and healed by the aforementioned Mist kunoichi, although it had been the last he’d seen of her since. Although unfortunate, Takao accepted it as one of the many realities of the shinobi lifestyle, and merely hoped they might meet again in the future as he had legitimately enjoyed her company. But their introduction paled in comparison to the person who had occupied the vast majority of his time in the Bloodied Mist. Fuyuko Miki, the girl whom he had unintentionally peeped on in one of the village’s surrounding forests, had kept his brain occupied with thoughts of her for the weeks-- or months-- he had spent in the Mist. His days were spent in her house, if he could help it anyway, and his nights were spent beside her in her bed. She had brought a calm to his head that he had never experienced until meeting her. Away from her, his head was in constant thunderous uproar, a symphony of voices threatening to tear his psyche into shreds. But with her, there was silence, like the calm after a storm. He had not spent nearly as much time with her as he wanted to, although achieving such would have left the pair glued at the hip, so perhaps it was for the best that duty kept them apart on occasion. If nothing else, it made coming back to her that much sweeter. But their time together hadn’t solely been blissful. He had put her through hardships, from the time together in the forest during a particularly bad schizophrenic episode to getting her involved in the backlash of one of his escapades in the blighted Land of Wind. She had been hurt not once, but twice, as a result of his negligence or shortcomings. It had put things into perspective for him, and had planted a seed of self-improvement. He had told himself that he would be better for her, and he had every intention to live up to that promise. The trip had been formative of his opinion on the Mist as well, which had previously been lacking. He was not an innately worldly person; his interests lay with the Hidden Leaf and the Hidden Leaf alone. Although he had travelled several times, he had never melded with the culture of the places he visited, and thus learned little of their prospectively alien ways. But living in the Hidden Mist proper had afforded him a new perspective. It didn’t change the Hidden Leaf’s place in his head; it would always remain first and foremost, but the idea of foreign culture no longer lingered in his thoughts as an alien concept. Even though he had discovered newfound sensitivity toward different cultures, his time in the Land of Water would come to an end. The motherland had beckoned him home, and he had hearkened to her call. It was time to come home.」 |
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