The day was slow. It seemed as if there wasn't anything eventful happening in the village. The young boy was wearing something out of the ordinary, well for him at least. A sleeveless black hoodie that had a deep v collar matched his dark charcoal shorts. He was wearing his combat boots that looked as if they were slightly worn in. His white silky skin was a large contrast to the dark clothes. His silvery hair seemed to shine in the sunlight, and his bright blue eyes were adorned with his usual eyeliner in a very cat like style. The scars that completely covered his body very much looked like freckles in this light.
He let out a sigh, he didn't have any plans for the day as he was still awaiting for his next mission order. His mind wondered however. Semju Kazuki issued him a challenge. He needed to graduate before seeing that man again. He needed to prove that he wasn't just a child, he needed to prove he was a shinobi. But how would he be able to do this?
Walking through the new Suman residences he saw the freshly built homes and apartments, he awaited the day that he could purchase one of them himself. Turning the corner he found a small play area for this neighbourhood. It was a simple open field with two goal nets and a few benches. There wasn't much to it but it was still something nice for the area. A small gazebo was in the corner to provide protection from the sun, something that many citizens were not accustomed to. Most of the new residences were made of pure wood so it wasn't a surprise that the park had wooden structures as well. He smiled before walking to the empty field.
He placed his hands together, one on top of the other and palms facing down. He inhaled slowly as the sand beneath his feet would begin to spiral up to his hands; he would focus his energy and the concentration of sand would increase. Pulling his hands apart the sand tendril would raise up a partner over his head. The boy shifted his palms to face the ever shitting spiral before slowly pushing his hands closer and closer. The sand would begin to condense into solid crystal, mainly just clear quartz at the base. As the crystallization slowly raised the crystal would begin to change colors. Shifting from bright reds to shining yellows to even the deepest blues the creation stood almost like an eight foot tall obelisk that allowed the colour spectrum to be seen not only through its creation but also through the prism that rested on top of the structure. He smiled at his art, it was something he secretly enjoyed doing.
[MFT:466]
He let out a sigh, he didn't have any plans for the day as he was still awaiting for his next mission order. His mind wondered however. Semju Kazuki issued him a challenge. He needed to graduate before seeing that man again. He needed to prove that he wasn't just a child, he needed to prove he was a shinobi. But how would he be able to do this?
Walking through the new Suman residences he saw the freshly built homes and apartments, he awaited the day that he could purchase one of them himself. Turning the corner he found a small play area for this neighbourhood. It was a simple open field with two goal nets and a few benches. There wasn't much to it but it was still something nice for the area. A small gazebo was in the corner to provide protection from the sun, something that many citizens were not accustomed to. Most of the new residences were made of pure wood so it wasn't a surprise that the park had wooden structures as well. He smiled before walking to the empty field.
He placed his hands together, one on top of the other and palms facing down. He inhaled slowly as the sand beneath his feet would begin to spiral up to his hands; he would focus his energy and the concentration of sand would increase. Pulling his hands apart the sand tendril would raise up a partner over his head. The boy shifted his palms to face the ever shitting spiral before slowly pushing his hands closer and closer. The sand would begin to condense into solid crystal, mainly just clear quartz at the base. As the crystallization slowly raised the crystal would begin to change colors. Shifting from bright reds to shining yellows to even the deepest blues the creation stood almost like an eight foot tall obelisk that allowed the colour spectrum to be seen not only through its creation but also through the prism that rested on top of the structure. He smiled at his art, it was something he secretly enjoyed doing.
[MFT:466]
ower Level:: 1075/1800