Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20161129064250/@comment-30575150-20161129074906

The world itself was witnessing a brilliant daybreak as copper light began to shimmer just beyond the horizon bewitching onlookers with it serene beauty. Now looking into the brilliant morning scene the breath of Naraku pooled in the air as a puff of hot air letting him fine entertainment as he breathed heavily in an attempt to make the hot air pool further.

Why was this young Shinobi out this morning? Earlier this morning he had received a bulletin notice that his training for the day has been redirected from his usual proctor and team to a mysterious new shinobi and so Naraku an hour before the meeting is now out at the grocers. “Hello, I’ll take a dozen roses and some chocolates, please and thank you.” He bowed as the goods were exchanged and he resumed his trot to the other side of town where his spring time of youth would begin. He found himself in deep contemplation as he mused whether he is traversing the true path as a Shinobi and wondered if what he is doing will make a difference but he would soon smack himself across the face nearly causing him to spill his new contents. “Yoooow! Naraku ol’ dog you’re doing fine!” He let a toothy grin veil upon his face as he jumped clacking his ankles together as he jumped in the air with new adventure brimming in the horizon. As his porcelain pale figure approached dressed in a black thermal sweatshirt that contrasted his snowy form rather well letting the blue of his eyes shimmer as he spoke with anticipation at the man who stood by the trunk of the tree. “Are you my Sensei?” Within a few seconds Naraku would pierce the veil known as ‘Personal Space’ now a hair's length away from the man he pulled out the flowers and chocolate “Hungry? I got enough to share!” This twelve-year-old boy may be a shinobi but he is still a juvenile youth riding the waves of life with a  kunai on his back and so carefree moments like these are things that he cares to remember.