Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27375402-20160325070348/@comment-27375402-20160325193250

The child merely sat there, still indifferent to the answer Takuza had to offer, no words could reduce the weight he had felt nor the emotional distress he had been going through, sighing somewhat, he turns away again, absorbing each word though caring too little for the words to impact him at all. Surely he couldn’t fit with the squad, if he personally felt that he was a poor excuse to replace Akira, then how would the other members of the team feel, he hadn’t even faced Dante since the day of the mission, how could he, now being assigned to join the same team, surely Dante would reject the child upon sight.

Then there was the third Genin of the team, the boy begins to assume that they’ve surely formed some form of connection with the deceased and yet here he was, training with the man who was surely suffering from the loss of a member, the words of the Uchiha were one thing, though Ryouta felt that he didn’t belong. Arising to his feet all he had to offer the Jounin was a grim expression and a shrug before pacing away from him to let him mourn by himself, gritting his teeth, the boy draws Gisei, slashing at the trees, his swings heavy and sluggish as though he were aggravated.

The child couldn’t help the self-disappointment, he couldn’t bear the sheer frustration of his incompetence and weakness, he merely believed that his immaturity cost the life of the White haired Genin and took the accumulated rage he held towards himself out on the tree. Blow after blow, swing after swing, carving a series of deep gashes into the tree for quite the while until he wore himself out. The child panting heavily as the loss of breath was more likely caused by the pure infuriation until he drops the katana onto the floor beside him, planting himself beside it and running his index finger along the kanji he had carved into the blade by the local smith.

‘Sacrifice’ the child thought to himself whilst staring at the now deeply scarred tree, nodding slowly the boy places the katana back into its scabbard and remains silent, closing his eyes.

