The Aion the Dawnbringer memorial stood as tall as ever, the young student standing there, gazing up at it for a good moment before he began to feel small, then dropped his head so he was looking forward and walked towards the fountain, promptly sitting on the concrete that separated the water from the rest of the world around it. The air around him was cool, calming- enough to make the child relax despite the many people around him laughing, going on about their day. Pushing blue hair behind his ears, Yasushi pulled the pair of purple headphones up to cover those said ears, pressing the play button at the side.
Faint ocean waves crashing against the shore could be heard from the boy’s headphones, watching as people passed him. A woman with her child in tow holding ice-cream and pointing to random passerby’s. A man buying his girlfriend jewelry, the same woman’s face lighting up in joy as the man handed her the gift. But if he closed his eyes- if he listened carefully; he could picture himself away from all of the city noise, and in a place much calmer-. His happy place- and like that, Yasushi felt at ease with the world. For now, at least.
Now would be the time where he’d pull out the book he had in his satchel, though he was stuck in his nice happy place. It wasn’t until a few moments later when the boy inhaled, then exhaled, softly, though it was enough to pull him back into reality. A man scolds his son for touching objects in a shop that he hadn’t paid for. A team of Genin sat at a table at an eatery. Gently Yasushi reached into his bag, and pulled out his book.
医者のテクニック—The Techniques of a Doctor
He read over the title, something Yasushi had done plenty of times within the last week of reading the book. It was his father’s of course, and a big read, though it wasn’t as if there was kids books for him to read anyways. Opening to the bookmarked page, page 352, and began reading. Reaching up with his left hand, Yasushi clicked the next button on his headphones, changing the gentle sounds to gentle beats. To most people the music would more than likely make them fall asleep. Not Yasushi. To the child the music gave him energy, in a strange way.
Faint ocean waves crashing against the shore could be heard from the boy’s headphones, watching as people passed him. A woman with her child in tow holding ice-cream and pointing to random passerby’s. A man buying his girlfriend jewelry, the same woman’s face lighting up in joy as the man handed her the gift. But if he closed his eyes- if he listened carefully; he could picture himself away from all of the city noise, and in a place much calmer-. His happy place- and like that, Yasushi felt at ease with the world. For now, at least.
Now would be the time where he’d pull out the book he had in his satchel, though he was stuck in his nice happy place. It wasn’t until a few moments later when the boy inhaled, then exhaled, softly, though it was enough to pull him back into reality. A man scolds his son for touching objects in a shop that he hadn’t paid for. A team of Genin sat at a table at an eatery. Gently Yasushi reached into his bag, and pulled out his book.
医者のテクニック—The Techniques of a Doctor
He read over the title, something Yasushi had done plenty of times within the last week of reading the book. It was his father’s of course, and a big read, though it wasn’t as if there was kids books for him to read anyways. Opening to the bookmarked page, page 352, and began reading. Reaching up with his left hand, Yasushi clicked the next button on his headphones, changing the gentle sounds to gentle beats. To most people the music would more than likely make them fall asleep. Not Yasushi. To the child the music gave him energy, in a strange way.
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