Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-34754862-20170818005423/@comment-32843032-20170825043240

Sora looked at the man for a moment, everything he'd said seemed to be nothing but the truth, but then how would Arashi know that? He was just an impressionable crimson eyed youth who would likely not make friends the first day in this new village. However, he was living off of mediocre meals and his 'friends' were people that would have killed him if he hadnt fought so hard for his life in the strange trials they had with others they'd kidnapped. "You...want me to go with you?" he asked. "What do I have to do?" Not that he'd do it...but in the event that he wanted to what would the catch be? Surely this man wouldnt expect him to just travel with a complete stranger on a whim. "Do you want to use me in some sort of expiriment? Am I to be prodded and poked?" Curiousity, anything was better than this hell, but he had to be sure. The boy tried to straighten up and winced as he'd grown too excited in his questioning. "You mentioned you think I have potential but you've just seen the extent of my ability and it was nothing to you, I've probably robbed people from your village and you want to invite me to live there?" He approached the man, undaunted by the power he'd just shown. "Can you honestly say you can lead me down a path that aligns with yours?" this fearlessness was one that would likely get him killed, however, he expected the man would be impressed with his lack of ignorance in just following him blindly, he'd even walk and talk if he wanted to, but Sora would definately scour this area for food and weapons before he left, it was a habit to make sure nothing went to waste.

Eleven years ago Sora's family was attacked and killed, his father had been someone who picked up his family and moved to the side of a mountain to live in isolation because of something he'd done. For years they fought off every threat, whether it was a shinobi or a bandit, Yamato Arashi had both raised and trained Sora to become a bigger force than himself...but five years of his life as opposed to eleven with bandits who knew little to nothing was...it wasnt enough. As he thought, he began to realize that none of his questions mattered, that he'd follow this man anywhere purely based on the fact that he was a passerby that had stopped to help. That alone was enough to show Sora that people in this world werent as foul as he'd been taught to believe, that they didnt need to steal from the rich because the rich have their own story to tell. This man spent years on the road, travelling alone for whatever reason and now he wanted someone like Arashi to return to a place he likely called home. He'd do it, he'd ask questions sure, but he'd still do it. "What exactly do you do?"