1 The Oncoming Storm and The Little Crow [Open] Sun Sep 23, 2018 7:58 am
Xiao
D-rank
In the days of old the art of skulning had been utilized to call in the herds to their respective farmers and to ensure that the echoing high pitch notes could be heard even by the most wayward animal. It was through this use of high pitch notes that echoed across the plains that would cause these great herds to be lead and cared for by their owners. Some had been able to replicate the effect with instruments or high notes from horns and Xiao Guan was one of these innovators. Rather than opt to wail and screech like a banshee the young shinobi instead offered his stringed instrument lain across his lap, plucking the high strings that caused an echoing hollow blue note that reached far and wide to call in the passing animals towards the shinobi in to his presence.
He had arrived on the island, admittedly, to train and prepare himself for the coming war against reality his life would be. Not that he had any plans for domination nor any plans for subterfuge but rather his life was that of a shinobi, a child soldier, and one that was instructed to do combat with other children. It was the cold reality of the shinobi world often forgotten. The shinobi were not trained men and women, nor veterans, they were kids given weapons and told to wage war. It was a curious thing that the Kage of old ever found it odd that this created such dramatic outcomes in those with latent potential. If one thought of it logically, most of his peers and those who would be deemed his enemy must have some deep and harsh emotional scarring from this reality and so for this moment Xiao Guan was not a shinobi. He was not a child honed into an instrument of death, he simply was.
The island was rather small, more of a mound than anything substantial perhaps able to hold a small selection of homes if so chosen to be placed there. There were slight ruins of terracotta tied loosely together with weaved steel that held the remaining foundations loosely together. It was here that Xiao Guan sat in this small spattering of where a house once may have stood with his guqin across his lap plucking away. He played a small song he had been taught in his youth to lure animals called 'Come Hither' in which the production was primarily blue high notes to increase the range. As birds flocked about the short genin he pondered how it would be once he was truly initiated. Would it be that he would never have a moment like this again or would it be that his life would be mediocre just like his parents and he would then find a constant flow of modest work that would tide him over as years passed.
Giving a deepened sigh as if to lament the future that laid out before him, Xiao Guan attempted to coax a small seagull closer to him so he might stroke it. Unfortunately so, the bird twitched and sputtered as most sea birds do with their darting eyes before jolting back causing the young shinobi to smile.
"Huh...Not today then. Maybe another time little friend." he stated in his own disjointed way. His voice something of a soft echo rather than something brash and loud. His parents coming from far off had caused him to somewhat speak through the back of the throat that caused his voice to be quite high in comparison to others with a tendency to hold inflection on vowels that wavered up and down instead of remaining flat.
He had arrived on the island, admittedly, to train and prepare himself for the coming war against reality his life would be. Not that he had any plans for domination nor any plans for subterfuge but rather his life was that of a shinobi, a child soldier, and one that was instructed to do combat with other children. It was the cold reality of the shinobi world often forgotten. The shinobi were not trained men and women, nor veterans, they were kids given weapons and told to wage war. It was a curious thing that the Kage of old ever found it odd that this created such dramatic outcomes in those with latent potential. If one thought of it logically, most of his peers and those who would be deemed his enemy must have some deep and harsh emotional scarring from this reality and so for this moment Xiao Guan was not a shinobi. He was not a child honed into an instrument of death, he simply was.
The island was rather small, more of a mound than anything substantial perhaps able to hold a small selection of homes if so chosen to be placed there. There were slight ruins of terracotta tied loosely together with weaved steel that held the remaining foundations loosely together. It was here that Xiao Guan sat in this small spattering of where a house once may have stood with his guqin across his lap plucking away. He played a small song he had been taught in his youth to lure animals called 'Come Hither' in which the production was primarily blue high notes to increase the range. As birds flocked about the short genin he pondered how it would be once he was truly initiated. Would it be that he would never have a moment like this again or would it be that his life would be mediocre just like his parents and he would then find a constant flow of modest work that would tide him over as years passed.
Giving a deepened sigh as if to lament the future that laid out before him, Xiao Guan attempted to coax a small seagull closer to him so he might stroke it. Unfortunately so, the bird twitched and sputtered as most sea birds do with their darting eyes before jolting back causing the young shinobi to smile.
"Huh...Not today then. Maybe another time little friend." he stated in his own disjointed way. His voice something of a soft echo rather than something brash and loud. His parents coming from far off had caused him to somewhat speak through the back of the throat that caused his voice to be quite high in comparison to others with a tendency to hold inflection on vowels that wavered up and down instead of remaining flat.
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