Aspirations were never something Areomaru had. He never had the dream of being a world famous craftsman or the next Kazekage. He wanted a simple and quiet life, one without stress or anxiety. He wished and longed for a place where he could build a home with his own two hands without the overwhelming threat of military control. The young puppeteer, while a Chuunin of Sunagakure no Sato, did not want to serve in the Shinobi forces his entire life. He was getting to a point in his craft where he could probably retire from accepting missions from the Kazekage's tower and instead open a shop of his own to sell his wares to the various shinobi who were looking for fine work of wood and metals.
The Child would hobble around looking for small pieces of wood to gather and carry over to the stack of tender for the fire Areomaru was tending. He found himself in the backwoods of the Land of Earth, or Earth Country, and here, in the great expanse of nothingness he felt the most at peace. He was far from the cheery student hopefuls that didn't understand that the line of work they were entering consisted of murder and deceit. He was far from the Jounin who thought they were superior simply because of their rank. It was ridiculous if you asked him, how the people in some of these villages cared so much for titles. Perhaps he should, or maybe he should just give it all up.
The sound of breaking wood falling into the pit of the flame and the display of dancing and floating sparks caused a warm glow to stretch across this otherwise cool night. The Child would pick up too large of branches above its head and dance slightly with pride that it found a large piece of wood for Areomaru to use for the campfire. He would grin.
One of the few things he had developed an appreciation for was his ability to craft The Child, his truest masterpiece. A one of a kind and unique friend that was always by his side. He knew that no matter what happened in his life he would always have The Child there with him, but that was because The Child was programmed that way.
Extending his left arm he could feel the colder air aching the prosthetic's joint into his shoulder. The feel of the stiff metal almost made Areo wish to remove the arm, but he had it permanently attached unlike most medical prosthetics. This allowed him to wire it with chakra sensitive metals that would create a synthetic chakra network in his arm, allowing him to still mold chakra with it.
450/1500
The Child would hobble around looking for small pieces of wood to gather and carry over to the stack of tender for the fire Areomaru was tending. He found himself in the backwoods of the Land of Earth, or Earth Country, and here, in the great expanse of nothingness he felt the most at peace. He was far from the cheery student hopefuls that didn't understand that the line of work they were entering consisted of murder and deceit. He was far from the Jounin who thought they were superior simply because of their rank. It was ridiculous if you asked him, how the people in some of these villages cared so much for titles. Perhaps he should, or maybe he should just give it all up.
The sound of breaking wood falling into the pit of the flame and the display of dancing and floating sparks caused a warm glow to stretch across this otherwise cool night. The Child would pick up too large of branches above its head and dance slightly with pride that it found a large piece of wood for Areomaru to use for the campfire. He would grin.
One of the few things he had developed an appreciation for was his ability to craft The Child, his truest masterpiece. A one of a kind and unique friend that was always by his side. He knew that no matter what happened in his life he would always have The Child there with him, but that was because The Child was programmed that way.
Extending his left arm he could feel the colder air aching the prosthetic's joint into his shoulder. The feel of the stiff metal almost made Areo wish to remove the arm, but he had it permanently attached unlike most medical prosthetics. This allowed him to wire it with chakra sensitive metals that would create a synthetic chakra network in his arm, allowing him to still mold chakra with it.
450/1500