The boy had spent several months since he began his training's with some of the Nara's in learning how to access the hidden secret techniques that swirled in his blood. Progress had been slow, but through patience and practice he had started to grasp the concepts. On this particular day, the boy had wandered close to the wonder of the world the great Hokage Rock. More specifically the Colosseum that sat near it's base. The famed Uchiha clan had long kept this monument of time well maintained and a great tourist attraction for people from all corners of the world. For a young introverted boy like himself, today was a particularly good day to relax in the shade and not have to worry about his studies or anything else. The Academy had been upping the coursework and load for the boy as he started to get into more advanced classes in his progressing age. As homework for the week he had been tasked with learning about the different responsibilities of the branches that created the shinobi infrastructure of the village and thinking about what it is that he possibly might want to do with his life. The world seemed so grandiose, it was such a thing to have to choose a particular path with which to dedicate his entire being into... As of the moment he had been able to have conversations with members of the Main Branch and the Medical Branch. But the ever elusive ANBU still teetered right out of his grasp. The Gate Guards had been very cordial with him and patient in answering his questions, while the doctors and nurse-nins had been so busy with patients that they had shooshed him out before he was able to get in two words.
But it was through this train of thinking that the boy had a moment of deep contemplation. The ANBU were responsible for so much unseen and unheard of operations within the village. How many wars had been averted? How many bad people had been stopped so that the innocent could sleep in their beds at night? It was through these thoughts that the boy had a quick shiver of excitement. If only he had the opportunity to ask someone more about it.
It was at this point now that he had found himself situated and comfy near one of the edges of the walls. The sky was painted in it's usual cerulean blue and the clouds were a mixture between cumulonimbus in the higher portions of the atmosphere with some lingering stratus in the lower. All in the all the day was going just the way he liked.
The boy felt content, the ANBU thoughts still floating in the back of his mind when suddenly a memory of sparring from a few days earlier came back into his head. He had been beaten by one of the much more physically strong students in Taijutsu lessons for the fifth time, and it had been very disheartening for him to want to continue. His teacher had noticed this and had told him that "Fame and fortune favor the bold, keep working hard and you can accomplish anything you want to do!" These words had stuck with him, and now sitting where he was and being able to see the fine craftsmanship of the Colosseum only reiterated the lesson in his mind.
He stood up and held his hands really high above his head and stretched out to his tippy toes. Hands waving in the air as he relaxed in his thoughts.<i></i>
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WC: 616
But it was through this train of thinking that the boy had a moment of deep contemplation. The ANBU were responsible for so much unseen and unheard of operations within the village. How many wars had been averted? How many bad people had been stopped so that the innocent could sleep in their beds at night? It was through these thoughts that the boy had a quick shiver of excitement. If only he had the opportunity to ask someone more about it.
It was at this point now that he had found himself situated and comfy near one of the edges of the walls. The sky was painted in it's usual cerulean blue and the clouds were a mixture between cumulonimbus in the higher portions of the atmosphere with some lingering stratus in the lower. All in the all the day was going just the way he liked.
The boy felt content, the ANBU thoughts still floating in the back of his mind when suddenly a memory of sparring from a few days earlier came back into his head. He had been beaten by one of the much more physically strong students in Taijutsu lessons for the fifth time, and it had been very disheartening for him to want to continue. His teacher had noticed this and had told him that "Fame and fortune favor the bold, keep working hard and you can accomplish anything you want to do!" These words had stuck with him, and now sitting where he was and being able to see the fine craftsmanship of the Colosseum only reiterated the lesson in his mind.
He stood up and held his hands really high above his head and stretched out to his tippy toes. Hands waving in the air as he relaxed in his thoughts.<i></i>
[ M F T ]
WC: 616