A day like this would be great for activities of entertainment such as enjoying a day out in maruishi, or enjoying other entertainment with comrades or friends. There was no scheduled class for this day and no training quotas to meet so basically it was a day off. Yami did not enjoy all the spare time as he was used to working hard, however as always he was always greatful for a chance to get in a good nap.
In spite of it being a day off with no tasks to do for the day he had been training again all through the night and into the morning. He was very focused on becoming strong even if he overworked himself and a supposed day off would be no exception to this, in fact all a day off meant to him was less of the class work and more time to train harder. One would think pushing yourself so hard all of the time would be a burden and cause one to remain constantly exhausted. Yami had no other obligations outside of his goal to be a powerful shinobi, nor did he have any friends or family that he was on speaking terms with anymore so he had no one to take up his time with other matters. Boredom helps motivate you to even accomplish burdensome tasks, Yami was not only motivated to be the best but he was also just simply too bored to do anything else.
After the many hours of training he did wear down and become tired, at this time he was enjoying a light nap out on the proving grounds under the shade of a large boulder, the cool flowing air and dark shade of the stone made for comfortable sleeping conditions, he was also reflecting back on days long past. In spite of his cold demeanor he did care for those close to him greatly and deep inside himself he missed his family who had died. He did still have his stand in father who was too busy to bother with him and was more of a financial supporter than anything else, and of coarse that was just fine as being the son of such a craftsman gave one a higher status and better financial stability. There was just no replacement for his own family though, he might have barely knew them and sure his father was beyond cruel but they are not simply replaced. He thought back to days of good and days of bad, as well as the time they spent on the run. It seemed all so short lived now, but he would avenge them through status and pure power. He knew what he had to do and was dedicated to it.
He had been dosing off and on over a few hours and eventually decided to wake and resume his training. He decided to end what he was working on previously and begin practicing working on his sword arts. He had been working on hand to hand combat and simple strength training but he needed to balance out his skills and sword techniques were always reliable and strong. He began to swing his long thin blades at the stone next to him cutting it away tiny bit by bit and decided he would continue till the stone was nothing more than a small rock. He did enjoy the peaceful quiet rolling breeze and the sound of the blade hitting the stone. He found himself most at peace when training, there was no time for other thoughts or cares just a keen focus on becoming stronger and developing one's skill and that is something he had no trouble with.
In spite of it being a day off with no tasks to do for the day he had been training again all through the night and into the morning. He was very focused on becoming strong even if he overworked himself and a supposed day off would be no exception to this, in fact all a day off meant to him was less of the class work and more time to train harder. One would think pushing yourself so hard all of the time would be a burden and cause one to remain constantly exhausted. Yami had no other obligations outside of his goal to be a powerful shinobi, nor did he have any friends or family that he was on speaking terms with anymore so he had no one to take up his time with other matters. Boredom helps motivate you to even accomplish burdensome tasks, Yami was not only motivated to be the best but he was also just simply too bored to do anything else.
After the many hours of training he did wear down and become tired, at this time he was enjoying a light nap out on the proving grounds under the shade of a large boulder, the cool flowing air and dark shade of the stone made for comfortable sleeping conditions, he was also reflecting back on days long past. In spite of his cold demeanor he did care for those close to him greatly and deep inside himself he missed his family who had died. He did still have his stand in father who was too busy to bother with him and was more of a financial supporter than anything else, and of coarse that was just fine as being the son of such a craftsman gave one a higher status and better financial stability. There was just no replacement for his own family though, he might have barely knew them and sure his father was beyond cruel but they are not simply replaced. He thought back to days of good and days of bad, as well as the time they spent on the run. It seemed all so short lived now, but he would avenge them through status and pure power. He knew what he had to do and was dedicated to it.
He had been dosing off and on over a few hours and eventually decided to wake and resume his training. He decided to end what he was working on previously and begin practicing working on his sword arts. He had been working on hand to hand combat and simple strength training but he needed to balance out his skills and sword techniques were always reliable and strong. He began to swing his long thin blades at the stone next to him cutting it away tiny bit by bit and decided he would continue till the stone was nothing more than a small rock. He did enjoy the peaceful quiet rolling breeze and the sound of the blade hitting the stone. He found himself most at peace when training, there was no time for other thoughts or cares just a keen focus on becoming stronger and developing one's skill and that is something he had no trouble with.