It was after hours of classes at the academy. The field would be wide open for anyone seeking to train alone. Hoshi wandered through the corridors, looking into the empty classes, some with students left studying with tutors. Hoshi, the fourteen year old ANBU Mempo, or chuunin to otherwise normal world, hung his head low with sweeping black hair breezing by. He was down in the dumps clearly, aside from a student noticing him as contestant for the prelims, he asked for an autograph. For a moment, Hoshi broke out his slump, looking over to the child he smiled, signing his sword scabbard and giving a high five.
Finally the shaded inside room ended, and the orange light of the sunset spilled upon his light skin. The first touch of light was warm, it felt good in fact too. The pupils of his grey hyuuga eyes dilated adjusting to the new shade of light. He'd reach for his eyebrow with his right hand, shielding his precious hues as they adapted. Onward he walked into the training grounds. He looked left to right, slowly, yet his thoughts raced like horses around the track. He remembered his own academy days, that was five long years ago. Four years ago, he was invited into the ANBU branch, where his life changed drastically.
He took a seat, upon a hill, overlooking one side of the training grounds, the obstacle courses. From his collective thoughts came a conclusion he thought to himself, 'I miss home. I miss you guys. Sometimes, it still feels like I'm all alone here...' He admitted to himself, feelings he had been bottling up for years now. His only true release was, writing and drawing, or the thrill of combat and training. But even then, nothing could fill the hole in his heart that love once filled. He felt empty, and that emptiness made him feel misplaced. He threw a random pebble down the hill and watched it tumble, speaking aloud.
"Why am I letting myself get so wrapped up about this?"
Finally the shaded inside room ended, and the orange light of the sunset spilled upon his light skin. The first touch of light was warm, it felt good in fact too. The pupils of his grey hyuuga eyes dilated adjusting to the new shade of light. He'd reach for his eyebrow with his right hand, shielding his precious hues as they adapted. Onward he walked into the training grounds. He looked left to right, slowly, yet his thoughts raced like horses around the track. He remembered his own academy days, that was five long years ago. Four years ago, he was invited into the ANBU branch, where his life changed drastically.
He took a seat, upon a hill, overlooking one side of the training grounds, the obstacle courses. From his collective thoughts came a conclusion he thought to himself, 'I miss home. I miss you guys. Sometimes, it still feels like I'm all alone here...' He admitted to himself, feelings he had been bottling up for years now. His only true release was, writing and drawing, or the thrill of combat and training. But even then, nothing could fill the hole in his heart that love once filled. He felt empty, and that emptiness made him feel misplaced. He threw a random pebble down the hill and watched it tumble, speaking aloud.
"Why am I letting myself get so wrapped up about this?"