Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20161204213625/@comment-34754862-20161205035217

It was a regular day on Myōō’s schedule, a day of nothing but hard work and training as the young boy didn’t know what resting truly was. As he was at the training grounds of Konoha training on his physical strength and resistance, he noticed a large dragon within the sky, it was something unreal, and something Myōō couldn’t believe. Personally Myōō thought dragons were nothing but a myth, something that was disproven at this specific moment. His sky blue eyes simply watched in awe as he personally decided to follow it and see where it would actually land. Myōō easily picked up his belonging and prepared himself and dashed at a high speed towards the location of all the commotion. As he raced there he came to notice a large group of people walking through the village, it must of meant a traitor was actually caught. But the question was who? After all the village continuously yelled it out and sure showed the man nothing but hate. Myōō then came to realize that the person who was being bombarded with terrible comments was no other than Keldran, a man that Myōō had personally heard and actually read about. Not much was known since he was still relatively young, but his father had explained to him the feats of the young boy. Being one of the few to survive the attack in Sunagakure. Myōō personally didn’t even look at him like a traitor, he looked at him as a legend, a person who was bearing the hatred of the village even with the good deeds he had performed. In fact this caused Myōō to actually admire Keldran, simply for how he dealt with the situation. His sky blue eyes watched fathomed by the glory that was unraveling, most people would consider this hell, as literally Keldran was being arrested. But Myōō knew there was something that conflicted him to actually return, something important to make him run the risk of being arrested. It was something no ordinary ninja would just accept as a consequence. Keldran was a true warrior and someone who needed to be respected, but there was nothing Myōō could do to help him. He sighed in anger as he attempted to disregard it and not pay attention to the feelings he had. Not to mention the way his sensei was acting, it was something he questioned about her. The way she treated Keldran, there must of been something he had done to her to make her react such a way. He easily took a deep breath and attempted to overthink it. But it wasn’t possible due to his situation. He only stood there motionless, his attire being the same as usual. His white hair danced to the tension within the vicinity as nothing seemed tenser than this scenario. He remained at a distance and didn’t really intervene as it wasn’t his place to do so. He only whispered to himself in a low tone “I know he’s innocent, after all the shinobi world is a cold place to live in.” He said with a calm tone as he knew the truth of the shinobi world and embraced it. He usually spent his time reading about wars and what not, so it was obvious Myōō would eventually come across the fact that not every battle was sunshine and flowers. No there were battles in which filled a river with blood, leaving nothing but the stench of dead comrades as a reminder for those who survived a real battle. That was the true world of the shinobi, but he easily stood secluded from everyone who would know him, his focus being mostly on the events happening. He then noticed the crowd moving towards the memorial as he followed them and watched people throw things at Keldran. A truly disgraceful view for Myōō’s behalf, but he wanted to personally se where all this would lead.