Uzi sat atop a rock structure in the vast Sunan desert. A full moon graced the skies. The many stars out gave the desert light. A few winked down on The Desert Expanse, sort of twinkling in the sky. Such a scene reminded Uzi of a soft lullaby that he would sing to put himself to sleep after a harsh day of traveling. Probably one Akkuma could remember as well if he thought of those days.
Village lore often spoke of a sandstorm that lasted for years and years in the desert. Uzi was a bit startled to hear of such a thing while getting acquainted with the Sunan civilians. He wondered if it was just a natural occurrence or something more.
A breeze passed through the area, swaying the boy's white hair a bit. He wore a black suit, but he let the tie that he was wearing, flutter by with the wind. He winced, trying to shield his eyes from the sands that were kicked up by the breeze. As quick as the winds came, they had left, leaving the scene at peace once more.
"Even though this has been going on for a while, I still feel like that same student from Kiri." Uzi spoke aloud, sometimes he just spoke what was on his mind. He knew Akkuma wouldn't judge him. "I know there's more to learn out here. I just don't know what it is I'm looking to learn."
Uzi began to feel like a veteran when it came to the shinobi life. He'd already seen and been through a lot, yet, at the same time, he felt that he was still at the beginning. Still only a caterpiller munching on leaves. He was looking for the right time to transition into something more. But where would he begin with that?
"What would make me ready to accomplish what I'm setting out to do?" He didn't think it was fair to ask Akkuma of such things as the answers were probably too far to reach. He could have been asking the wrong person such questions. But then, who would he turn to for the answers?
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Village lore often spoke of a sandstorm that lasted for years and years in the desert. Uzi was a bit startled to hear of such a thing while getting acquainted with the Sunan civilians. He wondered if it was just a natural occurrence or something more.
A breeze passed through the area, swaying the boy's white hair a bit. He wore a black suit, but he let the tie that he was wearing, flutter by with the wind. He winced, trying to shield his eyes from the sands that were kicked up by the breeze. As quick as the winds came, they had left, leaving the scene at peace once more.
"Even though this has been going on for a while, I still feel like that same student from Kiri." Uzi spoke aloud, sometimes he just spoke what was on his mind. He knew Akkuma wouldn't judge him. "I know there's more to learn out here. I just don't know what it is I'm looking to learn."
Uzi began to feel like a veteran when it came to the shinobi life. He'd already seen and been through a lot, yet, at the same time, he felt that he was still at the beginning. Still only a caterpiller munching on leaves. He was looking for the right time to transition into something more. But where would he begin with that?
"What would make me ready to accomplish what I'm setting out to do?" He didn't think it was fair to ask Akkuma of such things as the answers were probably too far to reach. He could have been asking the wrong person such questions. But then, who would he turn to for the answers?
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