Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960448-20160321040744/@comment-27960448-20160321042916

'''"Stop talking like that."

"I'm serious!-"'''

Mizumi couldnt get the last pronunciation of his "s" out before his father was grasping him by the color, picking him up slightly, Mizumi dropping the shuriken beneath him and holding onto his fathers hands which were clasped around his shirt, somewhat gasping for air as if he was hurting him. Suito looked at Mizumi with bold, blue eyes, eyes of anger, and eyes of pain. He showed dissapointment in his face before he showed it in his voice.  " I didn't raise you to be a quitter. Now buckle down, focus, and get it done!"

He screamed at Mizumi. Normal children would cry in response to such tough love but this is the environment Mizumi grew up in his entire life. Never quit, never surrender, and be strong. They were simple initiatives, in which he followed very closely. His father put him back onto his feet, Mizumi briefly gasping for air before fixing both his scarf and shirt, leaning down to the grass beneath his revealed toes to grab the shuriken in which were forced out of his hand upon being uplifted from the ground he stood upon. He tried one shuriken now, deciding to try a different pace. He threw the shuriken and time seemed to slow, he watched its every movement, counting the rotations whilst he moved to clasp his hands together. Once they were clasped together, he focused even hard, trying to get the shuriken to move faster, or to at least feal the wind blow his hair over to the other side of his shoulder but he could get neither. His confidence was dwindling, and he was doubting himself heavily but was showing this through anger. This was the beginning of his shinobi career and even if he was a well established genin he wasn't well established enough. He had to be the best and the best was what he was going to be but he couldn't be the best if he couldn't learn a simple ninjutsu in the affinity he was accustomed to.