Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191106093346/@comment-24937485-20191107043114

'''Zhiro came to an abrupt stop with a puzzled look on his face. For one, there was no way he would catch up to his annoyingly agily grandfather who pulled a mocking face before dashing down a corner and leaving Zhiro’s field a vision, and, secondly there was something else drawing his attention as he brushed some grains of rice from his mouth. '''

'''What was that sound exactly? Perhaps one of the kids he went to the academy with? That couldn’t be though, he wasn’t friends with anyone. He could hear his grandfather’s voice tell him to stop being edgy so he would make some friends, but Zhiro ignored this as he pondered. '''

'''Perhaps it was a trick by his grandfather? No. He could see the shape of wings within the approaching shadow signalling that this was quite obviously. “A bird!” As Zhiro chanted in a manner of answering a quiz question seconds before something collided with his face and sent him reeling backwards and falling into the ground with a loud ‘thunk’ and a painful groan. '''

'''“That damn bird….” Growled the genin who got back up to his feet and approached the crow with the presence of a red eyed monster just awoken from his sleep. But upon seeing the little black bird struggle, the gray eyed youth calmed down as his curiosity got the better off him. He removed the red ribbon slightly too forcefully while scowling at the crow before paying it no further mind as he went to read the contents of the letter. The scowl which had preoccupied his face left swiftly as a sense of determination and hunger overtook his focussed gaze. A odd smile signalling the joy he found in the prospect of this mysterious endeavour. '''

'''He passed by home to retrieve Luna, his double-bladed katana, a Nisshoku family heirloom which carried more than it’s deadly capabilities. It carried history. And claimed a small bag of rations from the pantry without permission before rushing out the family compound without so much as a goodbye while his grandmother stood outside tending to one of the families apple trees, kindly smiling and waving after her headstrong grandson. '''

'''He arrived at the eastern gate five minutes before time. His sheathed weapon strapped to the back of his waist and both arms crossed while blankly staring ahead, ignoring anyone who happened to pass by without interest as if not even acknowledging their existence. He was dressed in the standard shinobi  garment save for a high collared haori which was only of knee length. This unique piece of clothing featured the symbol of a white crescent on its back, representing the Nisshoku family lineage. Unfortunately said symbol could not be seen beneath the blanket of Zhiro’s long locks of white hair. He had grown it out on purpose for this very reason. '''​​​​​​​