Scene: By the forest, evening, sun setting, chill fall night in Kumo, the trees are withering with fallen leaves, night fall is soon to come.
Plot: Shouyu realizes the cost of being ninja, and that he may never really get to a live a full or ordinary life. The eight year old finally succumbs to his feelings, and accepts that he must sacrifice his childhood to grow up. He begins to mature, think differently, and act more adult like.
Shouyu had just finished up some studying at the school library. In all of his readings, he never once read about a normal life for the shinobi. It made him wonder, how his Father even lived so long to give birth to him. It just seems, that ninja are only tools for war, and murder. He pondered if people would even love him or fear him. He could be seen, walking the paved street filled with multi color leaves that would crumble and crunch beneath his ninja sandals. His head was down, eyes to his toes, strands of his long thick black hair escaped his loose ponytail and deterred the vision before him. He sighed lightly.
Walking up to a large tree, he paused. He was staring at it aimlessly. From the base, to the very top, he examined this tree, with many branches and little leaves from the seasons. He thought about this tree, and the seasons it must endure through its lifetime in the year. Fall, it gives away all of its leaves to the Earth, making itself bare and naked, bracing itself for the winter chill that will freeze this tree over. Almost as if, the tree had a duty, much like a Shinobi. If all these leaves, were feelings, thoughts, insecurities...
He would kneel down, taking a crusty leaf into his hand that almost crumbled upon touching. He clenched a fist and watched the dry leaf disintegrate. It now, slowly, made sense to him. Though, terrible thoughts ran through his mind, he felt lonely in Kumo, even though he had made friends. He missed the call of his Mother, the scolding of his Father, not cleaning his room and getting in trouble for it, or losing privileges over not eating his veggies. He still didn't like cauliflower, he shook his head and pointed a finger out his tongue sticking out, released the leaf which blew in the wind like dust particles and he sighed.
These thoughts of his parents always caused him so much sadness. But much like this tree, he had to let that go, endure the pain, and allow new, brighter and healthier leaves grow as result of that change, that growing up. It's true he was only eight, and the oncoming nightfall meant he should be back in his apartment watching anime and preparing another instant dinner. But he grew tired of that lonesome life at home. He wanted answers to these doubts he was feeling. He considered giving up all this ninja stuff. There was a bit of fear in his heart. He felt if he had nothing to hold on to, a true resolve, he would be a waste as a ninja. Living in his Father's shadow wouldn't suffice. He wanted to do what his family could not. Survive...
Still sitting on the ground, playing with leaves and observing the tree, the occasional tear sliding down his chin onto the thirsty paved road, his eyes examined the tree once again. It's not that I am giving up my humanity, right?... I must only cast aside the childish thoughts which could hold me back. 'I can't be a kid forever...' Even though Kumo was at peace at the moment, there was no telling how long that time would endure. He finished crying about his parents, and came to a sniffle. Since his first year in Kumo, he already suffered many life long scars on his body from training and sparring with peers. He even faced a few life threatening situations already. Time was moving fast and he was already a Genin.
With that thought he adjusted his headband, turned to put his back on he tree and reclined, relaxed in a sitting position. Here would think of how fast he achieved this feat, tomorrow was his birthday, and the first birthday he would host a party in Kumo. It'd be his third birthday, minus his parents physical appearance.
"A tree has stages... Growth periods. There is a time to cry, and a time to smile. Also, a time to mature, and grow. How could I be resilient at this try, to resist the coldest times at my weakest point and survive, and come out a beautifully bloomed tree..."
Oh he thought so much, making all these analogies. He wondered of his future. Would he be renowned? Respected and remembered? Would he have his own family one day? He found a rock beside him, began tossing it up into the air and catching it inside his palm. A good fight at the moment or some good ramen might be able to get his mind off this. He was still burdened with concerns.
"I want to be like my Father... But I hardly know anything about him, or his legacy. Everything, was destroyed. The shrine, the literature... There's nothing left but me... I am the... Final string of history, to my village..."
His eyes grew wide, and the last time he threw the rock it just hit the ground. He was frozen in thought.
Plot: Shouyu realizes the cost of being ninja, and that he may never really get to a live a full or ordinary life. The eight year old finally succumbs to his feelings, and accepts that he must sacrifice his childhood to grow up. He begins to mature, think differently, and act more adult like.
Shouyu had just finished up some studying at the school library. In all of his readings, he never once read about a normal life for the shinobi. It made him wonder, how his Father even lived so long to give birth to him. It just seems, that ninja are only tools for war, and murder. He pondered if people would even love him or fear him. He could be seen, walking the paved street filled with multi color leaves that would crumble and crunch beneath his ninja sandals. His head was down, eyes to his toes, strands of his long thick black hair escaped his loose ponytail and deterred the vision before him. He sighed lightly.
Walking up to a large tree, he paused. He was staring at it aimlessly. From the base, to the very top, he examined this tree, with many branches and little leaves from the seasons. He thought about this tree, and the seasons it must endure through its lifetime in the year. Fall, it gives away all of its leaves to the Earth, making itself bare and naked, bracing itself for the winter chill that will freeze this tree over. Almost as if, the tree had a duty, much like a Shinobi. If all these leaves, were feelings, thoughts, insecurities...
He would kneel down, taking a crusty leaf into his hand that almost crumbled upon touching. He clenched a fist and watched the dry leaf disintegrate. It now, slowly, made sense to him. Though, terrible thoughts ran through his mind, he felt lonely in Kumo, even though he had made friends. He missed the call of his Mother, the scolding of his Father, not cleaning his room and getting in trouble for it, or losing privileges over not eating his veggies. He still didn't like cauliflower, he shook his head and pointed a finger out his tongue sticking out, released the leaf which blew in the wind like dust particles and he sighed.
These thoughts of his parents always caused him so much sadness. But much like this tree, he had to let that go, endure the pain, and allow new, brighter and healthier leaves grow as result of that change, that growing up. It's true he was only eight, and the oncoming nightfall meant he should be back in his apartment watching anime and preparing another instant dinner. But he grew tired of that lonesome life at home. He wanted answers to these doubts he was feeling. He considered giving up all this ninja stuff. There was a bit of fear in his heart. He felt if he had nothing to hold on to, a true resolve, he would be a waste as a ninja. Living in his Father's shadow wouldn't suffice. He wanted to do what his family could not. Survive...
Still sitting on the ground, playing with leaves and observing the tree, the occasional tear sliding down his chin onto the thirsty paved road, his eyes examined the tree once again. It's not that I am giving up my humanity, right?... I must only cast aside the childish thoughts which could hold me back. 'I can't be a kid forever...' Even though Kumo was at peace at the moment, there was no telling how long that time would endure. He finished crying about his parents, and came to a sniffle. Since his first year in Kumo, he already suffered many life long scars on his body from training and sparring with peers. He even faced a few life threatening situations already. Time was moving fast and he was already a Genin.
With that thought he adjusted his headband, turned to put his back on he tree and reclined, relaxed in a sitting position. Here would think of how fast he achieved this feat, tomorrow was his birthday, and the first birthday he would host a party in Kumo. It'd be his third birthday, minus his parents physical appearance.
"A tree has stages... Growth periods. There is a time to cry, and a time to smile. Also, a time to mature, and grow. How could I be resilient at this try, to resist the coldest times at my weakest point and survive, and come out a beautifully bloomed tree..."
Oh he thought so much, making all these analogies. He wondered of his future. Would he be renowned? Respected and remembered? Would he have his own family one day? He found a rock beside him, began tossing it up into the air and catching it inside his palm. A good fight at the moment or some good ramen might be able to get his mind off this. He was still burdened with concerns.
"I want to be like my Father... But I hardly know anything about him, or his legacy. Everything, was destroyed. The shrine, the literature... There's nothing left but me... I am the... Final string of history, to my village..."
His eyes grew wide, and the last time he threw the rock it just hit the ground. He was frozen in thought.