Zuto watched the red rise in Ayaka’s cheeks. He could feel it rising in himself, too, as every instinct screamed at him to break her wrist while he had the chance. Instead, his hand opened the moment she tried pulling away. Though, despite his cousin’s…problems, and the fact of their birth, he felt like he had crossed a gap within the clan with string. It wasn’t strong, or steady, but it was something bridging the little broken branch of the Chikamatsu tree.
Class was over. The teacher exploded into chakra steam and then, was gone. He watched everyone filtering out in different levels of tired, but with Rika’s chakra burning through him all Zuto wanted to do was…more. The dredges of depression had been blown away by simple praise and a little extra energy. The child could still feel the claws of his emotional demons scraping at the edges of his mind. A part of him knew that, this feeling wouldn’t last forever and he’d soon be fighting his dark thoughts again. But, for the moment, he was a happy twelve-year old who had just learned his first real lesson in chakra control.
Zuto left in a direction different than everyone else, moving instead back towards the fighting dummies that had not been ruined by their teacher’s ninjutsu. He picked up a wooden sword off the ground that had been blown away by explosive force and took up a stance. How long had it been since he practiced? The tight stretch of his muscles as he began to swing the stick gave him some idea.
Two hours of practice later, and Zuto had all but crawled home. For the first time in days, he bathed and then cut the bangs from his eyes as they kept getting in the way during sword practice. As he flopped down at the kitchen table, placing his sword to lean against his leg, Zuto looked at the vast emptiness of his open cabinets. The blond realized with the clarity afflicting him that he needed to change. He couldn’t keep this up. This vast sadness that was out of his hands anyways.
The thought, made the sword on his leg feel suddenly warm.
[Class Exited/Completed]
Class was over. The teacher exploded into chakra steam and then, was gone. He watched everyone filtering out in different levels of tired, but with Rika’s chakra burning through him all Zuto wanted to do was…more. The dredges of depression had been blown away by simple praise and a little extra energy. The child could still feel the claws of his emotional demons scraping at the edges of his mind. A part of him knew that, this feeling wouldn’t last forever and he’d soon be fighting his dark thoughts again. But, for the moment, he was a happy twelve-year old who had just learned his first real lesson in chakra control.
Zuto left in a direction different than everyone else, moving instead back towards the fighting dummies that had not been ruined by their teacher’s ninjutsu. He picked up a wooden sword off the ground that had been blown away by explosive force and took up a stance. How long had it been since he practiced? The tight stretch of his muscles as he began to swing the stick gave him some idea.
Two hours of practice later, and Zuto had all but crawled home. For the first time in days, he bathed and then cut the bangs from his eyes as they kept getting in the way during sword practice. As he flopped down at the kitchen table, placing his sword to lean against his leg, Zuto looked at the vast emptiness of his open cabinets. The blond realized with the clarity afflicting him that he needed to change. He couldn’t keep this up. This vast sadness that was out of his hands anyways.
The thought, made the sword on his leg feel suddenly warm.
[Class Exited/Completed]