It was directly after his initial test with Uri. No. The man he should only call Aoi. Ryuichi was laying on his bed, and his muscles felt tense and painful, as if they were all ripped apart then tied back together with loose string. He felt weak, and he just wanted to sleep. Of course, he knew if he did he would never wake up and miss even more of this physical labor later in the day, so he tried to find something to do.
After thinking for a while he found himself in his dad's room. It was almost completely empty housing only a queen-sized bed that was too big for just one person, a trophy fish from his father's youth on the wall, and a full closet that held his father's fishing gear, clothes, and the like. However Ryuichi knew about one thing in here that was out of bounds to him usually. Not that it mattered when his dad was never home. He pushed the bed aside to reveal a small piece of discolored wood underneath one of the posts holding it up. After he pushed it down, it popped and fell into a cup, and the board the hole was put into was now loose enough to lift.
When he lifted the board from the floor it was easy to see several thin strings holding it like a mechanism. Now, underneath the board was another story.
Dresses, weapons, journals, and plenty more could be seen stuffed into this opening of the floor, all once owned by his long-gone mother, all being left to the poor conditions of water leakages among other things. Ryuichi decided to grab his mother's last written journal and put everything back to how it was before going to his room. Time to check up on what mom has done...
Being her final journal before her disappearance, there were stories of a baby Ryuichi. Like the entry,
Today my little doll Ryu finally started to speak in broken words!
It made me think of how far I've come. How perfect it'll be for the three of us. No more shinobi. No more chaos. Just me, Kai and little Ryu.
I'll always remember his first word. "Fishing!"
Ryuichi thought about how it would be if things were different. Would he strive to be a shinobi if his mom were around? Would he strive to become like her if he could talk to her in person? He would probably never know, because the past is already over.
He read on, reading the all familiar and beautiful handwriting of his mother.
I've been thinking. Maybe a shinobi life wasn't such a bad thing? I was well respected, and I had good pay. To top it off I got to see the joy in the villagers' faces when I walked by.
Mabe little Ryu will want to be a ninja? I have no clue how that would work out in kumo, but if it comes to that I'd support it whole-heartedly. Well, he'd need to convince me a little bit. Like hell I would let my little boy go off without some kind of determination in his gut.
My biggest concern is how people will see him because of his sharin-
and from there the rest of the pages were water damaged to a point of no return.
The kumo-student looked outside to see the sun's steady decent into the horizon and decided it was time to go to the planned location. He put the journal under his pillow to read later, and opened the window before jumping out of the one-story home. sure he was greeted with some strange looks throughout the slums, but he had a schedule to keep, and a certain someone he wanted to avoid annoying. Sure he still felt tired, and week but the inspiration of his mother's love drove him forward. "I will become a ninja, mom. I'll be able to know why you wanted to protect others so much. I'll find out and use your resolve to temper my own way!"
He then bolted towards the meeting location he had been told of. The only trace of him being the journal peeking out of the edge of his pillow, showing the name of the writer, and his mother. Uchiha Kaho
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After thinking for a while he found himself in his dad's room. It was almost completely empty housing only a queen-sized bed that was too big for just one person, a trophy fish from his father's youth on the wall, and a full closet that held his father's fishing gear, clothes, and the like. However Ryuichi knew about one thing in here that was out of bounds to him usually. Not that it mattered when his dad was never home. He pushed the bed aside to reveal a small piece of discolored wood underneath one of the posts holding it up. After he pushed it down, it popped and fell into a cup, and the board the hole was put into was now loose enough to lift.
When he lifted the board from the floor it was easy to see several thin strings holding it like a mechanism. Now, underneath the board was another story.
Dresses, weapons, journals, and plenty more could be seen stuffed into this opening of the floor, all once owned by his long-gone mother, all being left to the poor conditions of water leakages among other things. Ryuichi decided to grab his mother's last written journal and put everything back to how it was before going to his room. Time to check up on what mom has done...
Being her final journal before her disappearance, there were stories of a baby Ryuichi. Like the entry,
Today my little doll Ryu finally started to speak in broken words!
It made me think of how far I've come. How perfect it'll be for the three of us. No more shinobi. No more chaos. Just me, Kai and little Ryu.
I'll always remember his first word. "Fishing!"
Ryuichi thought about how it would be if things were different. Would he strive to be a shinobi if his mom were around? Would he strive to become like her if he could talk to her in person? He would probably never know, because the past is already over.
He read on, reading the all familiar and beautiful handwriting of his mother.
I've been thinking. Maybe a shinobi life wasn't such a bad thing? I was well respected, and I had good pay. To top it off I got to see the joy in the villagers' faces when I walked by.
Mabe little Ryu will want to be a ninja? I have no clue how that would work out in kumo, but if it comes to that I'd support it whole-heartedly. Well, he'd need to convince me a little bit. Like hell I would let my little boy go off without some kind of determination in his gut.
My biggest concern is how people will see him because of his sharin-
and from there the rest of the pages were water damaged to a point of no return.
The kumo-student looked outside to see the sun's steady decent into the horizon and decided it was time to go to the planned location. He put the journal under his pillow to read later, and opened the window before jumping out of the one-story home. sure he was greeted with some strange looks throughout the slums, but he had a schedule to keep, and a certain someone he wanted to avoid annoying. Sure he still felt tired, and week but the inspiration of his mother's love drove him forward. "I will become a ninja, mom. I'll be able to know why you wanted to protect others so much. I'll find out and use your resolve to temper my own way!"
He then bolted towards the meeting location he had been told of. The only trace of him being the journal peeking out of the edge of his pillow, showing the name of the writer, and his mother. Uchiha Kaho
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