1 An Autumn Stroll [Training / Kazuya / Private / No Kill] Tue Sep 10, 2013 2:53 am
Uchiha Oshiki
D-rank
The early morning sun was beginning to rise over the forest as a lone, cloaked figure walked among the trees, every so often glancing around when he heard any sounds that seemed even remotely worrying. Honestly, Oshiki was nowhere near as happy as he had been a while ago about being in a forest like this, it used to feel a little bit unnerving but over all it would have been fine. Now... now, he felt like he was going to be stumbled upon any second by a lunatic. A few days ago, he had been walking peacefully trying to track down a pack of stray dogs when he had stumbled into a maniac's "territory" and that half an hour had been the weirdest half an hour of his life. He'd come out of it feeling a bit shit about himself and having to hobble on one leg from a broken ankle. That was probably a fortunate outcome since she hadn't realized that he'd had his sharingan awakened. He was smart enough not to correct her thank god or she would have probably ripped his eyes out of his sockets. What was it with people and always pursuing him simply because he had spinny dots in his eyes anyway, he thought bitterly, the specialist release clans didn't have to put up with this sort of harassment. He'd even changed his clothing style to allow him to go unnoticed when he wanted to be subtle rather than always going around bold as brass. He wasn't so worried about it that he'd stopped getting drunk or flirting with people or being promiscuous, but he cared enough to change his outfits so that was something. Now people would just see a guy hidden underneath a hood walking around town rather than an Uchiha. Well, they'd probably assume him to be an Aburame, what with their obsession with not showing their faces, so he was probably safe.
The forest could hardly be called a forest at all, it was more like an area of dirt with a few trees in it. Well, that was sort of what all forests were when you thought about it, but there weren't quite a dense enough population of trees in the area for it to feel properly like a forest. Although, whilst he mentioned that, there was bark everywhere on the forest floor, it was ridiculous how there could possibly be this much bark everywhere, he wondered idly how many trees had given their life to shed all this bark. Did trees die when all their bark was removed or did they just become highly sensitive to things like woodpeckers and passing dogs? He was a little bit curious about how that worked, but... anyway, the area seemed pretty dry, there hadn't been any major rainfall over the last few days, and when there was even the slightest drizzle almost all of it was caught by the trees. The blank areas where trees didn't grow any more had a few damp, muddy patches but other than that it was pretty good. It was even nicer for the slightly cold wind that was blowing over the area, blasting through the limbs of the trees. Summer was truly over at last, and whilst it wasn't really happening at a rapid pace a few of the leaves on the tree were beginning to turn their autumn hues, reds and oranges gently interspaced among the great hordes of green that hung up in the limbs of the mighty trees.
But, as he was saying, he didn't feel nearly as safe as he once had being around areas like this. Every time that he heard footsteps nearby, he stopped and listened to it for a few seconds. When it turned out not to be anyone he continued walking. There were a lot of animals in this area of the forest so it was only natural that he'd hear foot... no, pawsteps every so often. But, it was always good to be careful, after all they could be humans, and whilst he wasn't the sort of person to mind having company, he was beginning to understand that a lot of people cared more about him as a potential tool (either his actual powers or simply his eyes) than they cared about him as a human being. He didn't like thinking about things like that, but it was the way it was. He guessed that must be how it was with all the other dojutsu clans. The Hyuga were also in this situation, but a little less intensely. The Hyuga clan were mostly respected for their deeds and their sheer power, whilst the Uchiha were feared or seen as monsters. If you were to go try and attack a clan member for their eyes, who would you rather attack? Someone your people are scared of so you can get extra recognition or someone your people respect so you can be hated and shunned by them. The answer was blatantly clear, but there were a lot of people who would do it anyway just for the sheer amount of power they'd be able to get.
Although, now that he thought about it, why did eye transplants work like that. He understood how to get eternal mangekyou sharingan and after being assaulted by Ukiyo he also understood that people were all but desperate to get his eyes, but how did they actually work? He was no medical nin, but he knew how vision worked. It wasn't like a bomb where you could just adjust wires and have it work anyway because it gave a spark. No, the eye was much more sensitive than that, so how were people able to transplant theirs so easily? He wondered exactly who would be able to do that stuff, and how would you explain what you do for a living? "I pull eyes out of people's faces and give them to other people." That was going to be a fun conversation over dinner.
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The forest could hardly be called a forest at all, it was more like an area of dirt with a few trees in it. Well, that was sort of what all forests were when you thought about it, but there weren't quite a dense enough population of trees in the area for it to feel properly like a forest. Although, whilst he mentioned that, there was bark everywhere on the forest floor, it was ridiculous how there could possibly be this much bark everywhere, he wondered idly how many trees had given their life to shed all this bark. Did trees die when all their bark was removed or did they just become highly sensitive to things like woodpeckers and passing dogs? He was a little bit curious about how that worked, but... anyway, the area seemed pretty dry, there hadn't been any major rainfall over the last few days, and when there was even the slightest drizzle almost all of it was caught by the trees. The blank areas where trees didn't grow any more had a few damp, muddy patches but other than that it was pretty good. It was even nicer for the slightly cold wind that was blowing over the area, blasting through the limbs of the trees. Summer was truly over at last, and whilst it wasn't really happening at a rapid pace a few of the leaves on the tree were beginning to turn their autumn hues, reds and oranges gently interspaced among the great hordes of green that hung up in the limbs of the mighty trees.
But, as he was saying, he didn't feel nearly as safe as he once had being around areas like this. Every time that he heard footsteps nearby, he stopped and listened to it for a few seconds. When it turned out not to be anyone he continued walking. There were a lot of animals in this area of the forest so it was only natural that he'd hear foot... no, pawsteps every so often. But, it was always good to be careful, after all they could be humans, and whilst he wasn't the sort of person to mind having company, he was beginning to understand that a lot of people cared more about him as a potential tool (either his actual powers or simply his eyes) than they cared about him as a human being. He didn't like thinking about things like that, but it was the way it was. He guessed that must be how it was with all the other dojutsu clans. The Hyuga were also in this situation, but a little less intensely. The Hyuga clan were mostly respected for their deeds and their sheer power, whilst the Uchiha were feared or seen as monsters. If you were to go try and attack a clan member for their eyes, who would you rather attack? Someone your people are scared of so you can get extra recognition or someone your people respect so you can be hated and shunned by them. The answer was blatantly clear, but there were a lot of people who would do it anyway just for the sheer amount of power they'd be able to get.
Although, now that he thought about it, why did eye transplants work like that. He understood how to get eternal mangekyou sharingan and after being assaulted by Ukiyo he also understood that people were all but desperate to get his eyes, but how did they actually work? He was no medical nin, but he knew how vision worked. It wasn't like a bomb where you could just adjust wires and have it work anyway because it gave a spark. No, the eye was much more sensitive than that, so how were people able to transplant theirs so easily? He wondered exactly who would be able to do that stuff, and how would you explain what you do for a living? "I pull eyes out of people's faces and give them to other people." That was going to be a fun conversation over dinner.
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