Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-30269418-20161109154158/@comment-24937485-20161109161438

A spiky bob cut with bangs at jaw-length framing his pale visage, he bore a joyful smile that seemed in stark contrast to his ‘grim’ and ‘dull yet enigmatic’ appearance. The bags under his eyes clearly showing that he had been unhealthy for a long time, or still was, but there was no sense of tiredness to be seen in his vibrant black eyes as he stretched, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the morning sun that shone through the window of his room for the night. “Almost there… just a little longer. Kinshi, Seika, Keldran, Hitomi, I look forward to seeing all of your faces again. Hopefully… it’s not too late for us to have the friendships I always avoided in the past. I really wish to make up for lost time.”.

Lips still parted in a foolishly honest smile, a single tear ran down his soft cheek and sharp jaw before dripping onto the top of his left hand. There was no twitch, not a single reaction, as if there was no life left in the limb that then slowly clenched a fist which caused creaking sounds to erupt. A prosthetic arm that still took a lot of getting used to before doing something as simple as brushing one’s teeth. A token of war. But while looking at it, the black haired teenager showed no sign of remorse or despair, only hope, as he opened and closed the fingers in slow succession while getting up and standing in the welcoming warmth of sunlight most rare for this time of year.

“Almost there.”

A good ten minutes later he left the simple room. Now dressed in a simple black robe with long sleeves, he wandered down the hall on the basic, toe-less, boots worn by many Shinobi. His hair messily swept to the side lightly bobbing up and down as he bowed his head in greeting to an old lady who, judging from the crumbs around her lips, had just enjoyed breakfast downstairs. She seemed a bit put-off by his appearance but warmed up to his smile and returned the greeting before entering her room opposite his.

Walking down a short hallways to get to the staircase, his nose was met by wonderful scents the likes of which he hadn’t smelled in over two years. Hungrily, his stomach reacted by growling and he chuckled while comfortingly rubbing it with his right hand. Heading down, he was about to head into the dining area before spotting a woman who looked to be in immense distress. She sat in front of the window of a small shop outside so he left the inn to walk up to her. A serious look to him, he spoke in a gentle baritone that added a sense of maturity to the 17 year old. “Pardon me, but is there anything that happens to be a problem?” He asked with genuine concern before Kayame then informed him of what had happened to her son.

Just as she finished talking, he placed his right hand on her shoulder, his long and slender fingers gripping her firmly in a re-assuring fashion.

“Say no more. Please show me his room and tell me everything you know. I have somewhere important to go. But before I leave I promise you I will find your son. All I ask in return is some breakfast to take with me on the road.”.