The incidental hijacking mission. The non-stopping advance of the train, the abduction of Ziren, and the immediate reactions of the revolutionists had spiked conflicts up even further within Kumogakure and beyond. Only with everybody’s aid could things be settled without further drawing of Lightning blood. Surely, the result that they stood on today… a changed Kumogakure… was likely for the best.
And yet, for a short moment, all Hon felt was loss.
A Hyūga who had lost one of their Byakugan had lost so much more than depth perception. His Gentle Fist was permanently stunted. His visual prowess was permanently scarred. His power had lost a huge cut, and he was only one more eye away from going blind. At first, he tried to conceal his panicking behind a rather self-destructive mindset – he was merely an ant inside a colony, and his one life was nothing to worry about. He was a soldier, and soldiers were ready to lose limbs day and night to keep their village breathing.
But it was only a matter of time before his paranoia clawed its way up to the front of his psyche. He wouldn’t be able to keep his promise to his parents like this… not with this lack of strength.
Only one person could help him, he knew that deep inside. And while he had his doubts at first, what better option did he have? At the very least, he could… who knows? He didn’t know what one did at this stage in life – did eye prosthetics even exist? If not, then… was that it?
Hon’s achievements… he’d never be able to replicate them. His duty as an ANBU would be forever stunted, until his lack of strength would do him in one day. He… he had to change that. At any cost. Waiting outside of Kitsune-sama’s door felt like an eternity with this mental struggle – he was still clad in a light, traditional dress from when he tended back at the Aesculapium, with bandages rolling over the area where his right eye was supposed to be. Waiting patiently, with no right mind to knock on the door to such a busy person’s room. He’d wait… even if it meant waiting for hours.
With nothing but pain plastered on his face.
And yet, for a short moment, all Hon felt was loss.
A Hyūga who had lost one of their Byakugan had lost so much more than depth perception. His Gentle Fist was permanently stunted. His visual prowess was permanently scarred. His power had lost a huge cut, and he was only one more eye away from going blind. At first, he tried to conceal his panicking behind a rather self-destructive mindset – he was merely an ant inside a colony, and his one life was nothing to worry about. He was a soldier, and soldiers were ready to lose limbs day and night to keep their village breathing.
But it was only a matter of time before his paranoia clawed its way up to the front of his psyche. He wouldn’t be able to keep his promise to his parents like this… not with this lack of strength.
Only one person could help him, he knew that deep inside. And while he had his doubts at first, what better option did he have? At the very least, he could… who knows? He didn’t know what one did at this stage in life – did eye prosthetics even exist? If not, then… was that it?
Hon’s achievements… he’d never be able to replicate them. His duty as an ANBU would be forever stunted, until his lack of strength would do him in one day. He… he had to change that. At any cost. Waiting outside of Kitsune-sama’s door felt like an eternity with this mental struggle – he was still clad in a light, traditional dress from when he tended back at the Aesculapium, with bandages rolling over the area where his right eye was supposed to be. Waiting patiently, with no right mind to knock on the door to such a busy person’s room. He’d wait… even if it meant waiting for hours.
With nothing but pain plastered on his face.
