Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161222232632/@comment-30575150-20161223225704

-The day was young as the clock just struck noon, and from his slumber he would be awoken as the blaring of his alarm would cause Naraku to jump from his sleep. He found himself laying on his love seat with a thin wool blanket casted around his slender form and found himself surprised that he was asleep, only meaning to originally catch a few minutes of rest. Exhausted from cleaning the night prior along with a brisk training session Naraku found himself awakening with grand content. His mood was chipper and he felt he could conquer the world with his mood.

“Might as well shower and get ready for the day.” He hummed as he went along with the mood of the day and as he showered he began to sing “Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down” As he hummed the melody he would finish his washing and adorn his clothing for the day. He dressed his figure in black socks, black slacks, a black thermal shirt, and finally a brilliant vibrant spring green haori that he loosely fastened to his body. Before leaving he would adorn his tool pouch to his beltline along with tucking his two tanto onto his back binding them to his belt loops.

“It’s such a brilliant day” Naraku thought as he embarked on his journey for the day, leaving his home he began to gallop about the town seeking adventure, with no real chores to do he was spent looking for something he could use to amuse himself, ever since the death of Rena his only friend he has been left with a sour mood that wouldn’t leave. Haunted by the fact that he couldn’t protect his friend was something that even the vibrant sunshine couldn’t fix. He was stuck seeking a new friend, someone who like Rena could endure the levels of strangeness that Naraku carried around.

Naraku found himself at the training grounds, the place he first met Rena and where he has trained countless days since then. He found his mood shifting from euphoria to misery as he found himself sniffling over his friend, as a Shinobi he shouldn’t cry but his heart would not be silenced despite his mind's desperate attempts to reject the idea of her and to move past her death.-