It was his 12th birthday, and unfortunately, it just so happened to be be a lover's holiday. So it made sense that his mother would have absolutely no time for him while managing the flower shop. Normally, he would've stayed to help, but she insisted that he take the day off. So now he found himself just walking the village streets, feeling like theres something he needed to do, but what. Just then he made up his mind to challenge someone at the Colosseum, someone strong. Someone who might just guide him to the strength to endure the challenges that lie ahead in his shinobi career. He was young, inexperienced, and the constant reading had started to grate on his mind. It left him restless and unable to sleep, he needed more...
There he stood, under the tall, broad shouldered statue. It was jet black, adorned with golden wonders. And It was no wonder why they haven't been poached, as the grounds were kept by some of the strongest individuals that he had ever seen. Tall men with biceps the size of his body, women sprinting at speeds that were frankly inhuman. Even children a little older than he were performing feats of agility that nearly put him to shame. This place, he could feel it, the strength, the power, and the unwavering determination within it's walls.
It was here, the one he was looking for, the one who might see him as a worthy enough challenge to teach. He gazed around the area, searching for a clue, but there was nothing. So he picked a direction that felt right, and set off. Bobbing and weaving amongst the crowd, Kaji was still taking in just how many people there were. Some were ninja, others, body builders and athletes. But it all made him feel, well... a little small. "Even with all of my efforts, I can't even hold a candle to most of the people in this room." , he thought.
He was beginning to get demoralized, when out from around a rack of weights he ran into someone. *WHAM* Whoever or whatever it was he hit, it felt like a brick wall.
Sure enough, when he could finally hear and see straight, there was an older fellow kneeling over him. He looked like he ate cement, and picked his teeth with metal bars, and he had a large, wispy white beard covering his large square face. "Are you alright son?" , the man said with a voice that could shake the earth to its core. He extended his hand, firmly grasping Kaji's arm and swinging him up to his feet effortlessly. "Its just a scratch, I'll live." , Kaji said in a slightly flustered tone. "All right all right, calm down." , the old man said, "You know, if you keep up that mentality, you might not live long enough to wield the strength you seek.".
Startled, Kaji blurted out before he could think, "And how do you know that huh? What are you, my dad or something?". The sentence hurt himself more than it hurt this random stranger, as he had never known his father, who had left long before he was born. Immediately, he felt a sharp stab of pain, like a knife in his heart, and he nearly began to cry right there and then. But the old man continued, "And what if I was? Do you really think I'd want to watch a kid go and crush himself under the weight of his own problems just because we're not related?". "This guy, who the hell does he think he is?!" , Kaji thought. It angered him beyond all belief that this old geezer was getting under his skin, even more-so since the old man seemed to be living in his head rent-free. So he made up his mind that he would challenge this old man to vent his frustration.
WC: 641
There he stood, under the tall, broad shouldered statue. It was jet black, adorned with golden wonders. And It was no wonder why they haven't been poached, as the grounds were kept by some of the strongest individuals that he had ever seen. Tall men with biceps the size of his body, women sprinting at speeds that were frankly inhuman. Even children a little older than he were performing feats of agility that nearly put him to shame. This place, he could feel it, the strength, the power, and the unwavering determination within it's walls.
It was here, the one he was looking for, the one who might see him as a worthy enough challenge to teach. He gazed around the area, searching for a clue, but there was nothing. So he picked a direction that felt right, and set off. Bobbing and weaving amongst the crowd, Kaji was still taking in just how many people there were. Some were ninja, others, body builders and athletes. But it all made him feel, well... a little small. "Even with all of my efforts, I can't even hold a candle to most of the people in this room." , he thought.
He was beginning to get demoralized, when out from around a rack of weights he ran into someone. *WHAM* Whoever or whatever it was he hit, it felt like a brick wall.
Sure enough, when he could finally hear and see straight, there was an older fellow kneeling over him. He looked like he ate cement, and picked his teeth with metal bars, and he had a large, wispy white beard covering his large square face. "Are you alright son?" , the man said with a voice that could shake the earth to its core. He extended his hand, firmly grasping Kaji's arm and swinging him up to his feet effortlessly. "Its just a scratch, I'll live." , Kaji said in a slightly flustered tone. "All right all right, calm down." , the old man said, "You know, if you keep up that mentality, you might not live long enough to wield the strength you seek.".
Startled, Kaji blurted out before he could think, "And how do you know that huh? What are you, my dad or something?". The sentence hurt himself more than it hurt this random stranger, as he had never known his father, who had left long before he was born. Immediately, he felt a sharp stab of pain, like a knife in his heart, and he nearly began to cry right there and then. But the old man continued, "And what if I was? Do you really think I'd want to watch a kid go and crush himself under the weight of his own problems just because we're not related?". "This guy, who the hell does he think he is?!" , Kaji thought. It angered him beyond all belief that this old geezer was getting under his skin, even more-so since the old man seemed to be living in his head rent-free. So he made up his mind that he would challenge this old man to vent his frustration.
WC: 641