Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191106093346/@comment-24937485-20191106163015

'''The first batch of Genin, produced by the new Shinobi Academy, are currently awaiting their team assignments. Some opting to spend time with their loved ones during this last bit of free time that they would enjoy before being called into service. Then again, should the situation grow dire enough Zhiro made no doubt that academy graduates, and, even undergraduates, would be pulled from their seats and forced into the brutality of war. '''

'''Zhiro was seen by the side of a small pond just outside of the village, his rod prodded into the ground beside a small cup of wriggling bait. He was laying on his back with his hands folded behind his head from which fell a curtain of white silvery locks toyed with by a gleeful wind. It was still early in the morning and his stomach was rumbling for some nutrition to start the day on. He had the choice of a, for this time and day, rather luxury breakfast at home. But the walls and even his relatives suffocated him. They always kept watching him. '''

'''The youth sighed before rolling onto his chest and planting his face into the grass. Forcing said blades of green to listen to his morning muttering until his fishing rod finally stirred. '''

'''Finally! A catch! '''

'''He rushed to his feet and turned around hoping to reel in a big juicy fish but all he managed to pull out of the water was the rotten remains of a dismembered leg that was falling apart as it emerged from the water. '''

'''Stepping back with a sense of shock, and covering his mouth against the putrid scent, Zhiro cut the rope with a sense of dread. Being confronted with death was nothing new, not even for the young like him, but it was off-putting all the same each time he was confronted with it. It continued to remove more and more of his positivity and child-like nature while instilling something far darker, and, far more dangerous.'''

'''“This world is rotten…. This damned wo—-”'''

'''In the midsts of his tirade, an old man was walking past the path behind Zhiro. Seeing the youth so full of dismay, the elderly man walked over to share some onigiri all the while telling Zhiro to “Take it easy. Most shinobi wear a knife or blade. There is plenty edge in the world.”. '''

'''Now Zhiro was actually enjoying the onigiri after voicing his appreciating, all until hearing that last comment of the old man at which Zhiro flipped his sh*t. He began running after the old man while shouting all kinds of foul-mouthedness. “Who are you calling edgy huh, wrinkly old baldhead?! GET BACK HERE!” '''

'''Meanwhile the old man was giggling overdramatically as he ran off while pulling his knees up unusually high and grinning over his shoulder. '''

'''Ah yes. This was Zhiro’s grandfather. '''