
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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