With a calm exhale through his nose, his shoulders remained calm as he sat cross legged at the top of a cliffside with his his eyes closed. With the exception of the tranquil like rustling of the leaves, and the gentle breeze than ran against the white pelt that sat around his neck, there was absolute silence. A true treasure in of itself. While he held unconditional love for his clan and daughter, sometimes it was good to return to his roots, to give himself some time to himself. There was only so much he could learn & do in a single day. Even Shizue often rode him of all people. He knew she meant well. Her heart was in the right place. Disregarding his reasons for escaping into the wild for some personal training, he felt completely at ease in his meditation state. For someone like him, he understood the importance of finding balance within himself, even If it meant ignoring responsibilities at times. Training of the mind was important after all. In doing so, he breathed deeply, his essence becoming one with the scents of foliage of what was around him. He could feel the world pulse around him in ways he could never explain to another who wasn't like him. It was a feeling like none other. This only grew as he could feel the world's energy enter his body, merging with his chakra. Flowing through his veins, he felt invigorated for the time in awhile, probably not since he departed to kill the Daiyoukai. Eventually after some time, his eyes snapped open, revealing the fading sun. It had began to fall below the horizon, painting the sky in vivid range of colors. Despite the signaling the arrival of the evening, he remained unmoved, undisturbed. As night began to fall, the air eventually began to crackle with energy, sending pebbles, twigs and small rocks in all directions. Undisturbed by this, as It was second nature to him by this point, he took another deep breath, and allowed the world's energies to flow within him no restraints. Coursing through his veins as something akin to electricity, it was a sense that was both addictive and calming at the same time. Without even knowing, a faint aura began to form around him, pulsating with raw power of the ancient, yet despite this unknown development, as he kept his eyes closed still, he kept himself seated on the cliffside, never budging a itch, using all the focus he could muster on the serenity that came with becoming one with the planet itself. In some way, he was utter unmoving, unable to move his body, or risk one of the greatest fates being inflicted upon him, while at the same time, he could muster the strength to not only get up, but move as he usually did. It was a unexplainable paradox. This was perhaps, one of, If the only thing she could taught or gave him that ever meant anything, the ability to become one with nature and empower yourself to immeasurable odds, and to think, he hadn't even mastered the ability yet. Would a older version of himself even need the Mangekyou Sharingan If he became a master of nature itself?