It is said that animals of the same species are able to identify each other--both externally and internally. From another’s touch to the recognition of distinct voices, those of the same feather are able to, oftentimes, always identify and recognize each other. Thus, they flocked together. Currently, Kanmuri’s insides felt like the grains of desert sand helplessly being burned by the unrelenting heat of the sun. Although there were no physical signs of heat exhaustion, the nine year old could only feel a burning sensation within him. There was something within him--something primal--resonating with seeing the sight of the wolf in front of him. Upon having his hands sniffed by the wolf, Kanmuri’s hands felt as if they were no longer under his control as they pulled away from him and began to pet the from the side. His hands would be pulled to the wolf’s chest, to its shoulder, and finally to the base of its neck as his hands went to work petting the wolf as if it was his occupation. It didn’t occur to Kanmuri that despite it being his first time interacting with a wolf, he not only knew the correct places to pet but the correct approaching to petting the wild animal. It probably wouldn’t had ever occurred if not for the wolf’s owner speaking up saying,
“A question if I may... She has never reacted like that on someone... May I ask what is so special about you?"
The words from the owner caused the scarlet eyes of the nine year old to widen and flinch. Upon realizing what he was doing, Kanmuri, finally in control of his body, pulled his hands back and took a second to compose himself. Standing up, he brought his attention to the owner of the wolf a blue haired, teenage boy much taller and muscular than the nine year old was. With a bow, Kanmuri, would introduce himself saying,
“I apologize for my actions, my name is Kanmuri. I’m a nine year old kid….as for what’s special about me, I’m sad to say that there’s not really much of anything special about me.”
After his words, the boy would show a routine smile, but to the trained eye, the smile would obviously be a fake one. However, it wasn’t a fake smile filled with malice, it was filled with pain. While with the Kyoujoran, the little boy was someone they desperately wanted to crush and get rid of--not for anything he did but for the crime of existing. The last year of his life was spent here in Sunagakure training himself to be of use to his father, Miroku Akkuma. But, it would be revealed to him that not only was he an experiment, but his father had only made him to be his own personal tool of destruction. In addition to all of this, Kanmuri had failed his Genin Exam by failing to beat his proctor, then he almost lost his ANBU opportunity for acting high and mighty when, in reality, he was in no position to make demands. He had been forced to realize the he truly was not the special snowflake he previously believed he was. There wasn’t anything special about him.
Kanmuri would divert his attention back to the gray coated wolf to his side. It’s fur was a wild canvas of gleaming gray and patches of blue similar to a smoke covered sky. Despite it’s unusual coat, there was no denying its beauty, and it would be Kanmuri’s admiration for the wolf that fanned the dying flames of connection within him. In an attempt to appease his desires, Kanmuri would fix his gaze back onto the teenager in front of him and ask,
“Do you mind if I pet your wolf?<i></i>