Board Thread:Kirigakure General RP/@comment-27960448-20170808055750

The hidden mist village was rather quiet today. In all actuality, it could barely be called a village at all. The tents that guarded the secured building areas were less than appealing when it came to outsiders. The trade that regulated throughout the village was no more and their economic standpoint seemed to not exist. The village had been in shambles, and there was nothing anyone could do about it- or was there? Enshin was one of the bright minds of the new generation, and held his village above all on a list of priorities that would never fall short of amazing. His sense of duty was not to be questioned, and nor was his determination to reach greater heights and succeed in the shinobi world. This is why he practiced now. He was out, just off   the main road of reconstruction of the village. It was actually, a construction site. He remained here practicing his earth ninjutsu, attempting to mold his chakra into the terra beneath him to disrupt it, trying different combinations of hand seals to maybe stumble upon something great. He wasn’t receiving much luck, with empty silences and brief grumbles of the terrain. | “Damnit” | He cursed himself, frustrated that his progress was halted possibly by no other than his own limitations in the mental capacity. But what would he do, exactly? What could he do? His aptitude for learning was quite acute, but when he had no one to teach him, or nothing to learn, those were skills that were not put to their proper use. The frustration continued to torment him, an occasional punch flowing from his side to the tools for construction, random planks of wood or anything he could seek out immediately. He kept focus, though, concentrating his breaths, and trying his very best to continue to keep a cool head.  