Board Thread:Land of Earth/@comment-24937485-20151211201414/@comment-27375402-20151216140209

Long golden locks of hair fluttered upwards in its steady ascension before descending comfortably atop the scalp of a child, a single strand falling into the child's eye as he whinced in accordance to the occurrance, quickly blowing the strand away before shaking his head rapidly. A groan exhumed into the cold, dry air, followed suit by a slight grumble, all the while the child continued along the rather steep steps.

"Cold and grey" he mentally commented on the overall summarisation of the rather bleak village. Despite the sense of comfort he felt in his home village, he couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance of the lack of colour and vibrant plantlife. It all seemed repetitious, he had wondered what the other villages were like, as well as their inhabitants, the capabilities of other shinobi and contemplated whether his ability was sufficient to sustain his continued existence.

"I have to do better. I have to improve" the thought passed through his mind and had repeatedly relayed within continuously since the combat with the sand shinobi. Since the fateful event, his thoughts of hopelessness seemed more so apparent and his behaviour and recklessness was replaced by agitation and unsurety.

"If Sunagakure has such a strong shinobi, what chance do I have now.." his thoughts perpetuating his idea of helplessness but simultaneously fueled his motivation to grow stronger, reaching down to the mask strapped to his left hand side, brushing his fingers across its hardened surface as a reminder of the result. Upon arrival he looked up at the other child present with an epression absent emotion, instinctively analysing the child and the poor puddle beside him.

"A failed shadow clone?" he smirked somewhat, at first it was at the failure and the sense of being equally pathetic as himself, then the smirk was inspired by the shared sense to improve between the pair. With a slight nod, he stretched and then removed his favourite black leather jacket, revealing a white decorated shirt underneath, he removed his sneakers from his feet along with his socks, tucking them within his shoes and placing them neatly beside his jacket and then reached to the cuffed opening of his black jeans and rolled them to sit just atop his knees, stretching his legs outwards as the added manoeuvrability felt more so comfortable.

"Wanna spar?" he spoke curiously before he reached behind his belt to feel for the 2 pouches he kept on his more personal attire, in the left pouch he held a pair of kunai and in the other he held 6 shurikens. With a sigh of relief exhaled, he stood upright, sliding his hands into his pockets as he awaited the response of the fellow before him.