The male would silently enter The Accolade University, his tundra gaze swiftly scanning across the shelves in search of an item of particular interest. His time in Iwagakure turned into an extensive stay, though to have an area which he could relatively call home was a splendid thought for once in his life; however in order to have this particular home thrive he would have push himself further and spend less time performing tasks of leisure and of interest. In short a sacrifice he was willing to make at most intervals of the day, however this particular moment in time alluded to his once in a blue moon moment of true freedom.
The sheer aroma of mountains of novels and endless text was heaven. His digits would begin to weave and comb over each individual spine, goose bumps appearing upon the surface of his flesh; each section was unexplored as he had a spent a grand portion of his time in Kirigakure in their anthem. To summarize, a brand new horizon for Kazamatsuri Sho to explore with endless possibilities as the heights of the text were quite staggering.
Curiously his outstretched digits would halt upon the title of Bohemian, the spine having stitched golden lettering that glistened brilliantly in the dimly lit light. Silently the raven haired male would pull the text tightly against his chest out of sheer excitement.
Upon settling at the nearest table, not that his choice was limited due to the absence of life, he was able to discover not only the title mysterious, but the innerds of said text. Luck on his side, a nifty glossary in the rear, and chapter by chapter guides to the official language of the village.
"Do…Do Bre?" he questions himself aloud, although his speech came across as ‘Do Bread’. If one of native tongue were to hear the improper pronunciation he was sure to be surely shunned quite extensively.
"Dobre?" he inquires aloud, twirling his wrist about; though this take was a bit closer still coming across as ‘Do Br-eh’. A hand would begin to stream through his raven locks, tundra gaze focusing as he had learned Mizugo as a lad then this was a challenge he could manage to triumph.
"Dobré ráno!" he shouts aloud, hands raising in sheer triumph and causing the table to shake in fear. Fortunately he was alone as this particular wasn’t ideal for said location, but this moment was his and his alone. After nearly an twenty odd minutes of practice he had learned how to say good morning.
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