Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-26021384-20160418213437/@comment-27375402-20160418235541

Painful, tormenting, damning, there was never really a word that came to mind that could describe how it felt. Hollow, devastating, destructive, nothing ever quite felt the same, though unfortunately the world of the shinobi shed neither mercy nor time to pause to comprehend the loss. Amidst the cemetery beneath the dark grey clouds there remained a child, his hair hung over his eyes, jaw clenched whilst no tears ran along the boy’s cheeks. After a moment’s pause, the boy pressed his clenched fist against the grave of his team leader prior who now resided beneath the abundance of dirt, a corpse.

“I’ll surpass you, surpass everyone here and keep this village of ours safe” the boy spoke before turning away from the grave. The child pacing through the streets of Konohagakure with a raised chin, a piercing gaze and a resolved expression, each step emitting the soft sound of splattering puddles before the child bent slightly forward and broke into a dash, leaving a trail of but a blur as he came to a halt at the village gates. The child facing the pair of familiar Jounin who had opened the gates to him many times before, offering the pair a nod of acknowledgement for their constant vigilance before departing.

The black hooded jacket, accompanied by the peculiar circular pattern from the collarbone halfway up the hood and the clan symbol of his between his shoulderblades was probably the most noticeable part of his attire and the particular scabbard from which his blade resided, strapped diagonally across the child’s back. His lower body covered by the usual shinobi flak pants, one of the boy’s pouches strapped to his left thigh whilst the other 3 strapped along the rear side of the boy’s waistband. His feet covered by the shinobi sandals, which from the constant fiddling of his feet was evidently uncomfortable for the child, yet he persisted on getting used to them.

The boy’s fingers gliding across the metallic plate of his shinobi headband, strapped to the child’s left bicep before he arrived, only for his eyes to greet his new team leader, stepping in, the child bows, though not too low to demean himself too far to acknowledge the Jounin as his newly allocate leader. This entire team was going to be a new start for the golden eyed child, to be joined by 2 new Academy graduates and this Jounin whom he knew very little about, other than his appearance which he glimpsed a year ago, which seemed to have changed somewhat now, yet so had the child.

Standing an inch taller than he did a year ago, slightly skinnier, a more intense gaze and a different outfit completely, the child stood over the Jounin who sat by the tree.

“Hello, Ari-Sensei, it’s nice to meet you” the boy spoke with genuine cheer to his voice before finding an empty space amongst the training field, seating himself atop the grass and staring down the entrance whilst forming hand seals. If the boy was going to wait, he’d at least practise his hand seals to ensure they hadn’t faded from memory.

