The school were Hatteken, Amori's adoptive son, grew intellectually. He spoke a little of it's woes and, well, more woes. It was always well-known that his son never liked school, always thought of it as pointless; especially since he would always have an awful time dealing with his classmates. Hatteken came from a fairly poor family, but in this world that just made him a number, and most of his classmates tormented him for this. It wasn't till later that both his mother and father were convicted of meddling in illegal activities. One day, after break, his classmates stuffed his desk full of hateful pictures and words meant to cause the boy nothing but pain; which it did. He had no one, and no one wanted him. So he took the initiative and stole the remaining blood-money that his parents had hid from the authorities and bribed a gate guard with it, so that he would be granted leave of the village.
Hatteken had packed provisions, enough for a few days travel, but it soon ran out and the boy began to get desperate. Among the sands lay a beautiful oasis, but it's water was horrible acidic and caused him nothing but stomach pains for days on end. Eventually, he had found himself far away from Kaze no Kuni and into the lands of Ryōiki, Amori's homeland. He was easily caught by the patrolling guards, caught pinching fruit from the trees which were to be harvested soon. This was a crime, and made worse by his nationality; a shinobi student. A trial was forced upon but Amori stepped up and used his title, his reputation and his name to waver the sin for this one time. The lands owed their warrior, just this once. Amori took Hatteken into his home, gave him a bed, food everyday, training and an education. And most importantly; a father, an honorable man to guide him into adulthood.
Hatteken opened up and told Amori, after a while, about what happened in Sand. He was a broken boy and Amori was his glue. But after the revolt of the Ryōiki citizens, his life was cut short, and he was hung by a noose. When the fires had settled, the body was collected, and then both father and dead son traveled to Kaze no Kuni, to Sand, and the boy received a proper burial. For three weeks, Amori carried his dead son, preserving the body as best as he could with salt and lime. His baby boy gone forever.
Now, finally, he had plucked up the courage to visit the Shinobi Academy. He stood outside, with his muscular, tall and fairly intimidating body - adorning a silver chest plate and casual undergarment fitting for that of a knight. But he couldn't enter...
Hatteken had packed provisions, enough for a few days travel, but it soon ran out and the boy began to get desperate. Among the sands lay a beautiful oasis, but it's water was horrible acidic and caused him nothing but stomach pains for days on end. Eventually, he had found himself far away from Kaze no Kuni and into the lands of Ryōiki, Amori's homeland. He was easily caught by the patrolling guards, caught pinching fruit from the trees which were to be harvested soon. This was a crime, and made worse by his nationality; a shinobi student. A trial was forced upon but Amori stepped up and used his title, his reputation and his name to waver the sin for this one time. The lands owed their warrior, just this once. Amori took Hatteken into his home, gave him a bed, food everyday, training and an education. And most importantly; a father, an honorable man to guide him into adulthood.
Hatteken opened up and told Amori, after a while, about what happened in Sand. He was a broken boy and Amori was his glue. But after the revolt of the Ryōiki citizens, his life was cut short, and he was hung by a noose. When the fires had settled, the body was collected, and then both father and dead son traveled to Kaze no Kuni, to Sand, and the boy received a proper burial. For three weeks, Amori carried his dead son, preserving the body as best as he could with salt and lime. His baby boy gone forever.
Now, finally, he had plucked up the courage to visit the Shinobi Academy. He stood outside, with his muscular, tall and fairly intimidating body - adorning a silver chest plate and casual undergarment fitting for that of a knight. But he couldn't enter...
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