Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30271674-20161121182448/@comment-30271674-20161121234458

Ieyasu wasn't sure where to start his hunt, or rather his challenge to fight the mentioned monsters of these grounds. All around him was darkness, with only the faintest of light coming from the unseen horizon past the sea of trees. He mumbled little nothings to himself as he took a jump over the brook, landing gracefully on the other side before beginning to wander off.

He was finally alone, something he had been desparately needing for weeks. It all hit him at once, the people he had killed, the feeling of failing the one person he upheld the most, and yet he still somehow made it this far. His arm stuck out as he leaned onto one of the near trees, little cathartic whimpers coming from him as he just didn't understand anything. Ieyasu tried to be good, but then he'd be angry and then he wouldn't. The poor boy must've seemed very strange to those around him.

The irony in that he hated his father, but adhered well to his teachings. Such twisted little things that compounded and fractured who he was and who he wanted to be.

A few minutes later he left from the embrace of the tree before heading on, little murmurs and whimpers coming out of him as he tried to process it all and understand just what he was doing. From a pessimistic view, he could only see what he could be instead of thinking of just continuing on what he wanted.

This anger was a curse, given to him by his father and spread out through the rest of his closest bloodline. Enough to make a man surrender his rationality and thinking in charge of brutal and cantankerous traits that fit well with the clan's power to crush and stomp out their given opposition.