Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30271674-20161024223954

Within a small bedroom was a young man, Ieyasu Akimichi. Currently, he was resting in his futon while slowly the embrace of sleep slipped away as the sun began to rise and crest over the sea of forests lying outside of Ieyasu's window.

Ieyasu took a deep breath before beginning to stretch a little, turning back and forth while his eyes slowly opened. After a few minutes he pushed himself out of his bed and sat cross-legged on the floor. He groaned aloud, trying to wake up faster so that he could just get ready for the day and eat a hearty meal for breakfast.

Ieyasu eventually began to gather his bearings and quickly took notice of the sun outside of his window. A sharp curse to it passed from his lips before sitting straight up and quickly rolling up his bed and throwing it to the corner. In the moment he took notice of the time, he went from slow to fast. With no break, Ieyasu quickly began to gather his things. First was just whatever undershirt he could in his closet, being a basic dark blue like the sky of dawn. Overlaying that then with the big jacket he wore everywhere, and everything else according to how he usually dressed now.

With that, the young Akimichi was hastily heading outside his house when a booming voice from over where the kitchen was, "Wait," Ieyasu turned around to see his father looking down at him for a little bit. Hirotada handed his son a bento box.

"I know you're heading out to see that dipshit of your Uncle Tadamasa," Hirotada took on an expression of disgust and shame to see his boy was doing his best to avoid him, "He makes the worst beef so take some of breakfast with you. Need to get a little more bulk on you before you're back to a healthy weight."

Ieyasu watched as Hirotada placed one of his large hands on the young boy's shoulder, a tight squeeze being felt while he handed over the bento. With that Hirotada redirected his son to the opposite direction before an abominable grin took place across his expression.

"Just remember. I'm the one who made you into what you are."

A shiver went down Ieyasu's spine while he bit down on his lip until almost blood was drawn, Hirotada's grip grew tighter until it was painful before letting go and slowly backing up. Ieyasu wasn't any sort of sensory-type, but something about his father had changed in that brief sentence. It was choking and cold, making it hard to even breathe. All he could do was just shiver, as the feeling of impending death overwhelmed him. He could just see and almost even feel his father's big hand wrapping around his throat and crushing it completely. After a few minutes it subsided, and Hirotada simply watched.

"Go on now, you're already going to be late for breakfast there." Hirotada said this as Ieyasu slowly walked down the steps of his front door and proceeded to hurry down the road. 