Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20160312150517/@comment-24937485-20160312151907



Cunning eyes darted over the dancing blades of tall grass that made up the large green field of Konoha’s southern training area. Eyebrows furrowing in unyielding concentration as a swift and brisk wind swept through white locks of hair which in turn began to wave in all directions in a messy fashion that stood in stark contrast to Akira’s dignified facial features. His serious composure now more evident that emotional experience yesterday. –I have to control me memories. I can’t allow myself to go back to that.- Thought the young Genin as he began spinning his bo-staff around while hitting a wooden training dummy with bursts of strikes that lacked any real impact of skillful precision; more a way of venting than anything else.

After a while he merely sighed while stabbing the wooden staff into the ground, and sitting against it cross-legged. –Taining. Training. Training.- He continued to repeat the word in his mind to make sure his focus wouldn’t drift off again. And slowly, but surely, began thinking about techniques again; remembering what the Aburame had said yesterday.

“I wonder if I could ever do that.” Akira asked himself as he took a dry and brittle cookie from his pocket and crushed a piece between his teeth. Wondering if he could really become one with water, and if so, then how.

A gentle wind carried itself over the young boy’s face as his white tufts of hair were cause by the same breeze and swept sideways. His eyes slowly closing to the sound of nature, the soft glow of sunlight, and the sound of people talking in the distance as Konoha had come to life this fine morning.

Akira hoped that more Genin would show up so that he could test what he had learned and possibly learn more. But only time would tell who’d show up. At least a few Academy kids had walked over to a fence that barred the training grounds from unwelcome intruders; whispering and pointing at the white haired boy laying down in the middle of the training grounds. “1:Who’s he?”  “ 2;Wasn’t his name Akira?”  “3:I think so but he seems quite lazy right?” “1:Right”  “2:Right” “3: do some more moves already, white-hair san!” and all three of them began to giggle while Akira sat up and turned to face them, obviously not in the mood for this. Akira’s gaze turned more stern as if telling the kids to sod off but they only began to giggle more. “Brats.” Sighed the Genin.