Sora lay in his bad, his mind empty of all thoughts, yet he couldn't find rest. from the dying sounds of the city outside, he predicted it had to be very late. most of the noises that pierced his sensitive ears now were the moans and groans of the last tenants of every nearby tavern and pub, being told that they had to leave. Aside from colorful gripes, and sluggish steps, the chirping of crickets blared in his mind. The world's not nearly as quiet as it used to be... two and a half years had passed since the incident with Akane and Sachiko. two and a half years, Sora went on small, trivial missions with Mokuba, perfecting his sensory type skills, and ran drills with Yasu, perfecting his defensive abilities. Sora didn't have a blind spot; he was a blind spot. He saw nothing, and that made fighting challenging at first. But through months of taking hit after hit, Sora was able to dodge, block, and strike, without turning his head once. Sachiko said it was eerie and unnatural to witness, but Yasu thought it was cool. Earlier that day, one of those trainings was taking place in a field, not too far from Mokuba's place, when, as they took a break, Sachiko announced the news that kept Sora up into the wee hours of the night.
"ANBU?" Sora questioned between gasps of air, "The hell do you mean you wanna become part of the ANBU?" Of all his siblings, Sachiko struck Sora the least likely to want to join the black ops assassins of the Leaf. Even Kasumi, who buried herself in her books all day, seemed more likely to fit in with the ANBU that Sachiko. "Yasu, help me talk some sense into-"
"I'm serious, Sora," She interrupted, "If I'm supposed to take over from Akane, I need to know how to fight, and how to be cunning. I need to learn more about people, and how to end a threat before in becomes one." She paused as she grabbed her water bottle, drinking deeply from the nozzle, draining the container of almost all it's contents, then continued. "We've spent all this time hiding, but I feel like we could be doing more. I need to be doing more. I need to get stronger to protect our clan. That's my Ninja Way." The phrase struck Sora hard. Sachiko had found a purpose, where Sora lost his.
And so here he was, hours later, sun long departed from the heavens, still pondering the phrase "Ninja Way" and what it meant to him. Sighing heavily, Sora got out of bead, got dressed, and headed out. He knew who he wanted to talk to, and he knew where to find him. He hardly ever wavered from his self proclaimed duties. I wonder if he thinks that's his Ninja Way... Approaching the gate, Sora waved to the guard on duty, who yawned, and waved back, as Sora plopped down on the dirt next to Yasu. "You sleep, right? 'Cuz I've officially lived with you for almost three years now, and not once have I seen you sleep." Sora's question was mostly sarcastic. His sense of humor had greatly improved since living with Yasu and Mokuba, but his sophistication was still in tact. Mostly. He sat in silence and stared blankly into the night, headband hung loosely around his neck. "Yasu? What's your 'Ninja Way'? ou have one... right?"
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WC: 577
"ANBU?" Sora questioned between gasps of air, "The hell do you mean you wanna become part of the ANBU?" Of all his siblings, Sachiko struck Sora the least likely to want to join the black ops assassins of the Leaf. Even Kasumi, who buried herself in her books all day, seemed more likely to fit in with the ANBU that Sachiko. "Yasu, help me talk some sense into-"
"I'm serious, Sora," She interrupted, "If I'm supposed to take over from Akane, I need to know how to fight, and how to be cunning. I need to learn more about people, and how to end a threat before in becomes one." She paused as she grabbed her water bottle, drinking deeply from the nozzle, draining the container of almost all it's contents, then continued. "We've spent all this time hiding, but I feel like we could be doing more. I need to be doing more. I need to get stronger to protect our clan. That's my Ninja Way." The phrase struck Sora hard. Sachiko had found a purpose, where Sora lost his.
And so here he was, hours later, sun long departed from the heavens, still pondering the phrase "Ninja Way" and what it meant to him. Sighing heavily, Sora got out of bead, got dressed, and headed out. He knew who he wanted to talk to, and he knew where to find him. He hardly ever wavered from his self proclaimed duties. I wonder if he thinks that's his Ninja Way... Approaching the gate, Sora waved to the guard on duty, who yawned, and waved back, as Sora plopped down on the dirt next to Yasu. "You sleep, right? 'Cuz I've officially lived with you for almost three years now, and not once have I seen you sleep." Sora's question was mostly sarcastic. His sense of humor had greatly improved since living with Yasu and Mokuba, but his sophistication was still in tact. Mostly. He sat in silence and stared blankly into the night, headband hung loosely around his neck. "Yasu? What's your 'Ninja Way'? ou have one... right?"
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WC: 577
