It was cold, he thought as he stood on the edge of one of the ridges as he faced the daunting silhouette of the mountain to one side. Mist forms along his mouth at every breath but he didn’t mind. His eyes were set on what could be on the top of the mountain beyond him. From his research in the great archives, he had learned that a famous monastery resides along the clouds that the perpetually paints the scenery with the varying colors of the daylight. But before that, he would first have to find his way there, and already that was proving to be quite the problematic feat. Looking down on the hand-drawn map, after speaking with several of the retired shinobis from the lowlands, and cross-checking with what he gathered from the journals in the archives, he made a rather poor copy of the geographical map of Lightning country but as accurate as he could to pinpoint certain landmarks.
Pulling the robes closer and making sure that the scarf that wound around his neck was well-secured, Kiri would begin to walk again. He would follow the trail he marked on the map. According to the stories of those he talked to who had managed to find the monastery, and some were even lucky enough to train and learn about the greatness of Raiden, the path was contrary to one would think. It was one of those obscure pathways– the road less traveled to be precise, and to some of their confessions, it also felt as if the clouds that mysteriously hide the top of the monastery would be the ones to guide or deceive the passing traveler. Almost as if it could tell if the person was worthy or not.
Well, Kiri wasn’t so sure if he could answer that unbiased. As far as one could possibly speak their minds about these things, they would no doubt insist that they are worthy. But Kiri, for some reason, because of the many things that he had experienced– experiencing death of a patient, fighting his friends, and ultimately losing control of his own beast– he had more doubts in his mind than confidence, to be honest. And so, it was in his best intention that he could somehow figure out a way to better himself. This monastery was one of the solutions he had come to know recently.
Though in Kumogakure, Raiden was considered a god-figure, worshipped, adored and aspired by many, Kiri had never thought much of the person. He had learned of him by passing only, much to do with academy works and the basic informations and history that were essential. But he was never one to be drawn to some kind of a cult or religion so he wasn’t so sure how he could leave his fate to some figure of an ancient time. But if there was something that did intrigued him about the monastery, it was that he learned he could control and possess the skill to finally control his own beast, and perhaps even more. To achieve power without having to rely on brute strength alone.
He smirked at the thought as he knew that was nearly impossible. Recently, if he remembered correctly, most of his encounters were heavily influenced by the beast’s strength and demonic aura that strengthens him. And as much as he would want to improve his control over shadows as was the gift of his mother’s blood, he had yet to truly acquire the skills for it.
And so, as he would contemplate on what he could possibly ask those monks in the monastery to help him improve himself as both a person and a warrior, he would find himself walking along the taller grasses. He could tell that no one has passed there lately as there were no traces of broken stalks, or trampled fields. Most of all, as he continued to walk, all he could sense in the area was the harmony of nature. Perhaps he should take more walks away from the village. It seems to be helping him calm himself at the moment. Of course, he’ll have to get back to Junko soon enough.
For now, however, he was relishing in the idea that he was surrounded by the energies of the earth. A smile formed on his face as he felt as though he was not lost at all.
WC: 739
Pulling the robes closer and making sure that the scarf that wound around his neck was well-secured, Kiri would begin to walk again. He would follow the trail he marked on the map. According to the stories of those he talked to who had managed to find the monastery, and some were even lucky enough to train and learn about the greatness of Raiden, the path was contrary to one would think. It was one of those obscure pathways– the road less traveled to be precise, and to some of their confessions, it also felt as if the clouds that mysteriously hide the top of the monastery would be the ones to guide or deceive the passing traveler. Almost as if it could tell if the person was worthy or not.
Well, Kiri wasn’t so sure if he could answer that unbiased. As far as one could possibly speak their minds about these things, they would no doubt insist that they are worthy. But Kiri, for some reason, because of the many things that he had experienced– experiencing death of a patient, fighting his friends, and ultimately losing control of his own beast– he had more doubts in his mind than confidence, to be honest. And so, it was in his best intention that he could somehow figure out a way to better himself. This monastery was one of the solutions he had come to know recently.
Though in Kumogakure, Raiden was considered a god-figure, worshipped, adored and aspired by many, Kiri had never thought much of the person. He had learned of him by passing only, much to do with academy works and the basic informations and history that were essential. But he was never one to be drawn to some kind of a cult or religion so he wasn’t so sure how he could leave his fate to some figure of an ancient time. But if there was something that did intrigued him about the monastery, it was that he learned he could control and possess the skill to finally control his own beast, and perhaps even more. To achieve power without having to rely on brute strength alone.
He smirked at the thought as he knew that was nearly impossible. Recently, if he remembered correctly, most of his encounters were heavily influenced by the beast’s strength and demonic aura that strengthens him. And as much as he would want to improve his control over shadows as was the gift of his mother’s blood, he had yet to truly acquire the skills for it.
And so, as he would contemplate on what he could possibly ask those monks in the monastery to help him improve himself as both a person and a warrior, he would find himself walking along the taller grasses. He could tell that no one has passed there lately as there were no traces of broken stalks, or trampled fields. Most of all, as he continued to walk, all he could sense in the area was the harmony of nature. Perhaps he should take more walks away from the village. It seems to be helping him calm himself at the moment. Of course, he’ll have to get back to Junko soon enough.
For now, however, he was relishing in the idea that he was surrounded by the energies of the earth. A smile formed on his face as he felt as though he was not lost at all.
WC: 739