It was in the brief interval between classes that Ryo managed to take a breather, finding a relatively quiet corner of the academy and opening a window to get some fresh air. It wasn't like him to need a 'break' like this but lessons were turning out to be a lot tougher than he'd first expected. He had a brand new bandage going across his nose, not to mention the ones covering his knees after that nasty fall a few lessons earlier. He was use to getting bruised and cut up but he'd have thought a school would have been a bit easier on him than the streets. They weren't.
His thoughts were quick to turn to his father. It'd been his idea to enroll him after all. 'A unique opportunity' he was assured. There was literally no other place in the Land of Wind where this could be taught and he might be able to help him learn when he had the time. Roku had mentioned it would be hard work but his lackadaisical attitude never prepared him for how brutal it could get. Practice got far too close to real as was evident by his injuries and it was made clear very fast they were here to become human weapons. What his mother would think if she was here...
Ryo's arms were crossed on the windowsill as he felt the hot desert breeze brush past his cheek, his hair swaying as he stared down at the sandstone structures mingled with the newer steel ones. The blank expression written across his face twisted into one of juvenile anger as he grit his teeth and muttered aloud to himself.
"Good for nothing old man... all he does is sit around and drink when he's at home. I bet he only sent me here so he could have the house more to himself. Bet he doesn't even work all day, just goes around town or something. Bet he isn't even a real ninja. Doesn't act like it. No idea why people would say he's a great man..."
His thoughts were quick to turn to his father. It'd been his idea to enroll him after all. 'A unique opportunity' he was assured. There was literally no other place in the Land of Wind where this could be taught and he might be able to help him learn when he had the time. Roku had mentioned it would be hard work but his lackadaisical attitude never prepared him for how brutal it could get. Practice got far too close to real as was evident by his injuries and it was made clear very fast they were here to become human weapons. What his mother would think if she was here...
Ryo's arms were crossed on the windowsill as he felt the hot desert breeze brush past his cheek, his hair swaying as he stared down at the sandstone structures mingled with the newer steel ones. The blank expression written across his face twisted into one of juvenile anger as he grit his teeth and muttered aloud to himself.
"Good for nothing old man... all he does is sit around and drink when he's at home. I bet he only sent me here so he could have the house more to himself. Bet he doesn't even work all day, just goes around town or something. Bet he isn't even a real ninja. Doesn't act like it. No idea why people would say he's a great man..."