Month 2, Week 1, Day 5:
Life had this rather odd way of needlessly building up tension for matters of great importance whilst catching you completely off guard when it came to those subjects one couldn’t help but underestimate at first glance: Finding a suitable residence? Not a problem. Generating a steady income? Don’t sweat it. Showing the potential of becoming an invaluable asset all the while monitoring and keeping the best interests of those whom’s orders you’re carrying out at heart? Forget about it! Being even remotely invested in any of this? About that..
Yoshihisa had always distinguished himself as a bright youth, in mind and personality alike, too keen to be simply swallowed up by naivety and yet having eye for the finer things in life for him to hold dear. Life had always demanded a hundred-and-ten percent, and still he would not succumb to what was the double edged sword of an ever-present mind and the kind heart to be paired with it. Or at the very least, not as admittingly close to that very edge as he was in the present: Doubt had began to gnaw away at him as he had slowly but surely become detached from any sense of purpose, of belonging that had been the thread running through his very exsistence back at Iwagakure. It became abundantly clear to him that without those, he would suffer the same harrowing fate as so many other shinobi had before him, and that any individuality that was still remaining to this day would be polished away eventually.
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Life had this rather odd way of needlessly building up tension for matters of great importance whilst catching you completely off guard when it came to those subjects one couldn’t help but underestimate at first glance: Finding a suitable residence? Not a problem. Generating a steady income? Don’t sweat it. Showing the potential of becoming an invaluable asset all the while monitoring and keeping the best interests of those whom’s orders you’re carrying out at heart? Forget about it! Being even remotely invested in any of this? About that..
Yoshihisa had always distinguished himself as a bright youth, in mind and personality alike, too keen to be simply swallowed up by naivety and yet having eye for the finer things in life for him to hold dear. Life had always demanded a hundred-and-ten percent, and still he would not succumb to what was the double edged sword of an ever-present mind and the kind heart to be paired with it. Or at the very least, not as admittingly close to that very edge as he was in the present: Doubt had began to gnaw away at him as he had slowly but surely become detached from any sense of purpose, of belonging that had been the thread running through his very exsistence back at Iwagakure. It became abundantly clear to him that without those, he would suffer the same harrowing fate as so many other shinobi had before him, and that any individuality that was still remaining to this day would be polished away eventually.
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