Shouyu took a trip to one of the most tallest mountainous regions in the Lightning country. The journey here was perilous enough to make the faint of heart turn back in a hurry. But it was here, being battered by the severe weather, at tall heights, would it challenge his mediation and stillness.
Hoshi understood there was much still learn in his Shinobi journey. One thing that always kept him on track was meditation, a time to slow things down and really process it all. This life was forcing him to deal with situations that usually older people would consider difficult. Thus, calling him to make adult decisions as a youth, advancing his growth as a person. He was being called to mature, mentally more than most at this time. His emotions lately were running rampant, his spirit calling for some sort of tranquility. And so the boy found himself at the foot of the mountain, the white snow accumulating in bundles in his hair. The shivering cold brushed upon his body, he wore his usual attire, though it was teamed with a top coat that was collared up to his chin.
His warm breath beneath the collar would maintain his temperature. One step Shouyu leaped onto the mountain, a grasp with both hands and two feet infused with chakra to stick, allowed him to launch himself to higher up the mountain to a point where there was large enough edge to rest. Shouyu would take refuge here, he took a seat and crossed his legs, straightened his back and slid his hands into a tiger hand seal. His chakra then began to rush fervently within his blood stream. Shouyu would free his mind but allowing every though to come as they go until his mind was completely clear, and his split focused on his breathing.
Inhale. Exhale. And it was a slow and long process. His bypassing thoughts consisted of his family, mostly his mother and dad, and his grandmother. If they were watching, were they proud? His thoughts raced about Kumo. Did they make a mistake calling him to be a Shinobi? Was he truly gifted? Was he a productive Shinobi to the community? He began to think about the anbu. The thought of the missions he went on, the murders he witnessed, the stakes to be in the corps. Would he be able to maintain the secret? Would he be able to mercilessly murder if need be? The thoughts of his failures and successes collided and everything altogether went blank.
Shouyu was at peace during this moment. He was in tune with the environment, his chakra flowing through his body like a raging river of life, the freeing of his mind relieving some heavy stress. He continued his slower breathing pace, almost completely still aside from the occasional twitch in the face, or a brace from the strong icy winds.
Hoshi understood there was much still learn in his Shinobi journey. One thing that always kept him on track was meditation, a time to slow things down and really process it all. This life was forcing him to deal with situations that usually older people would consider difficult. Thus, calling him to make adult decisions as a youth, advancing his growth as a person. He was being called to mature, mentally more than most at this time. His emotions lately were running rampant, his spirit calling for some sort of tranquility. And so the boy found himself at the foot of the mountain, the white snow accumulating in bundles in his hair. The shivering cold brushed upon his body, he wore his usual attire, though it was teamed with a top coat that was collared up to his chin.
His warm breath beneath the collar would maintain his temperature. One step Shouyu leaped onto the mountain, a grasp with both hands and two feet infused with chakra to stick, allowed him to launch himself to higher up the mountain to a point where there was large enough edge to rest. Shouyu would take refuge here, he took a seat and crossed his legs, straightened his back and slid his hands into a tiger hand seal. His chakra then began to rush fervently within his blood stream. Shouyu would free his mind but allowing every though to come as they go until his mind was completely clear, and his split focused on his breathing.
Inhale. Exhale. And it was a slow and long process. His bypassing thoughts consisted of his family, mostly his mother and dad, and his grandmother. If they were watching, were they proud? His thoughts raced about Kumo. Did they make a mistake calling him to be a Shinobi? Was he truly gifted? Was he a productive Shinobi to the community? He began to think about the anbu. The thought of the missions he went on, the murders he witnessed, the stakes to be in the corps. Would he be able to maintain the secret? Would he be able to mercilessly murder if need be? The thoughts of his failures and successes collided and everything altogether went blank.
Shouyu was at peace during this moment. He was in tune with the environment, his chakra flowing through his body like a raging river of life, the freeing of his mind relieving some heavy stress. He continued his slower breathing pace, almost completely still aside from the occasional twitch in the face, or a brace from the strong icy winds.
