If anyone wanted to make it big in life…
Then they would have to leave others behind. They would likely have to step over others – figuratively, at least. It might not look pretty upon that dawned time, but it was the way of life… if you asked Take’s mother. A battle-hardened Nanjirou, indifferent towards the idea of a sword meant to heal others. Take hadn’t told her about his wishes, but… he knew her better than anyone. He could imagine the scoffs of disapproval from her-
What? You wanna abandon your blood and its right over you? You’re a Nanjirou – and you will draw blood until your last breath. Do you understand?
Or something like that. It was the sole reason for why he stuck to himself for such long periods of time- take today as an example. Back at the fields of Konohagakure’s Academy, weightened by his own delusions of incompetence. He wanted to remaster the basics, but at the same time, shame prevented him from approaching the other Academy Students… so he kept to himself, distanced from the open area and nearby the shrubbery.
Take knew that he possessed the Fire Chakra Nature. That was his, uh, bread and butter – channeling fire through his katana and cutting things… but Shusuke possessed more than one or two. The others did so as well. Shishiwakamaru… Akio… he felt so far left behind. It tore him apart. Clawed at his face, bit at his throat. It made him feel sick to his stomach, agonizing, tormenting-
He had to change. He had to get stronger… he would hold everyone back at this rate, just as always.
If he could only awaken a second Chakra Nature… he put his trust on that. Forming the Tiger seal, sitting down in a cross-legged position. Taking a deep breath, until the sound of a bell threw him into the deep abyss that was his inner psyche. A place no mortal should ever find themselves in.
WC: 329 [MFT]
Then they would have to leave others behind. They would likely have to step over others – figuratively, at least. It might not look pretty upon that dawned time, but it was the way of life… if you asked Take’s mother. A battle-hardened Nanjirou, indifferent towards the idea of a sword meant to heal others. Take hadn’t told her about his wishes, but… he knew her better than anyone. He could imagine the scoffs of disapproval from her-
What? You wanna abandon your blood and its right over you? You’re a Nanjirou – and you will draw blood until your last breath. Do you understand?
Or something like that. It was the sole reason for why he stuck to himself for such long periods of time- take today as an example. Back at the fields of Konohagakure’s Academy, weightened by his own delusions of incompetence. He wanted to remaster the basics, but at the same time, shame prevented him from approaching the other Academy Students… so he kept to himself, distanced from the open area and nearby the shrubbery.
Take knew that he possessed the Fire Chakra Nature. That was his, uh, bread and butter – channeling fire through his katana and cutting things… but Shusuke possessed more than one or two. The others did so as well. Shishiwakamaru… Akio… he felt so far left behind. It tore him apart. Clawed at his face, bit at his throat. It made him feel sick to his stomach, agonizing, tormenting-
He had to change. He had to get stronger… he would hold everyone back at this rate, just as always.
If he could only awaken a second Chakra Nature… he put his trust on that. Forming the Tiger seal, sitting down in a cross-legged position. Taking a deep breath, until the sound of a bell threw him into the deep abyss that was his inner psyche. A place no mortal should ever find themselves in.
WC: 329 [MFT]