Board Thread:Land of Earth/@comment-24937485-20151211201307/@comment-27375402-20151213033922

"I'm so proud of you" spoke the voice of an aged male, his happiness resonating amongst each word, his facial expression reinforcing the immense amount of pride the older man held for his newly graduated child with the ridiculously wide grin and his bubbly dimpled cheeks. With a sigh blonde haired and golden eyed child offered a shrug in response before turning towards the door of his house.

"I know dad, you've told me a hundred times, 'Congratulations Ryouta!' I get it already" although his words spoke defiance, there lingered the ever present sense of happiness in his father's reassuring words, a slight percussive creaking sound emits as he turns the knob of the door and opens it shortly after. Stepping out into the bright, the vivid scenery set before him of rock and stone came into view with seldom sight of plant life.

"Bye dad, tell mum I'll be out looking for help" thus he set out, onwards onto a random path set before him, his intention for today was to be assigned to a squad, knowing that the most viable option would be to visit a jounin, he had hoped to catch a few amongst the streets. Though it appeared somewhat barren, naught by the wind rushing by the empty streets as his eyes surveyed his surroundings. There were few shinobi on duty, scattered across the land to ensure the safety of the village.

Empty, empty, empty the child thought to himself as he lingered about, scampering about each street, twist and turn only for his efforts to prove futile, it seemed strange that at the time of day, no one was about, somewhat enveloping Ryouta with disappointment in the outcome, alas the disappointing truth proved an opportunity for mischief for a child his age. A variety of thoughts filled the mind of the child as he scampered about, reaching into his leather jacket as he searched for a tool to sate his metaphorical hunger for mischief.

There has to be something the thought passed by as he frantically searched his pockets, regretting that he left his gear at home, until he remembered that he left a pouch strapped to the rear of his belt, reaching in to retrieve a kunai.

"Yes!" the child exclaimed cheerfully, as he dashed throughout the streets, digging the tip of the blade into the wall, carving a long streak withn the walls he passed by. He came to a halt however, gazing up at the rare balcony that held plants, a rare sight to behold, so it elicited his hesitation before approaching the door beneath it and carving the words 'Who did this?' and continuing to run along.