Sheltered from the outside world from the safe confines of his own room, he found his crimson eyes wandering, no doubt scanning the room for wannabe threats before resting their vision up towards the ceiling. A relieved breath of air escaped him as the sliding door to his bed room slid closed. His tendering fiancé, his great love was finally gone yet, despite his new found freedom, at least for the moment, he found it It increasingly difficult to pull himself up. His mind told his body one thing but his body told his mind another. No matter the countless attempts made, his body did not budge, not while he felt the warmth of his bedding around him. He would have none of it though. His body might have wanted one thing but his mind wanted another, and no matter what or how long it took, he would get what he wanted in the end. Atlas, even with that bravado stuck in his mind, It would take a further several minutes of pure torture before his conviction would finally prevail, granting him the freedom he so desired. In doing so however, with a excited glee on his slender, flawless frame that was the container for his face, he found himself no less lucky when the lithe, little man had gained the attraction of two devilish, amber colored eyes from amongst the other side of the room. In the spite of the fact that they were glaring him down, as If implying a grand error had been made on his part, he was met with only peace. Only the flickering waves erupting from his fireplace had any say on the matter. Amongst the silence however, came excitement, although It came at a great price, as for when he rose his clenched fists into the air, no doubt in victory, alongside his arms, a sudden crack of bone and flesh could be heard. A strong whimper would follow but that would not deter the young man from pressing on, to pushing his covers aside and take his rightful place at the center of the bed. The monstrous, murderous eyes from the opposing side would continue it's observation but nothing would be followed as they watched the young master bend his legs together, folding one underneath the other before his hands would come for the joining, uniting as one being as a new form would shape, with half of his fingers rising high while the left remaining found themselves laying their long bodies underneath one another, forming something akin to a box roof while those in the back, formed the tall roof what looked to be a trigon. From amongst the welcoming silence, soon came a powerful veil that began to emit from the boy's unified hands. A very subtle, whirling breeze began to take form. This on itself would catch the gaze of a concerned mother, whom along with the child who broke their silence, she too would breaks her, only to reveal a sudden truth the child would not be prepared for, no matter the words that would arise from their lips.
Sunako
"You do realize, If she catches you out of bed, doing TRAINING no less, she's going you murder you. You know that right?"
With enough sass for a tongue to snap, this did nothing but cause a trigger to go off within the confines of the young man's mind, whom had only began their meditation training, but this prevent him from snapping his upper frame in her direction. His gleaming smile and the excitement that emerged from his lips, were met with the concern of an amazonian goddess that towered over him. While her eyebrows song a different story, one of great disappointment and disbelief, her one visible hand rested on her rear hills, no doubt blessed like the soft, monstrous mountains that arose from the front.
Tamashi Seto
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her."
Boasting that great confidence, the young man had made the assumption that he was no longer affected by his grievous injuries, that the bandages wrapped around his body served no purpose, or that the devastating pain that was constantly rupturing throughout his body was nothing but a farce. Such a blatant lie was the turning point for the seven feet tall amazonian that was his eternal bodyguard, but putting aside her concern, a veil of indifference would instead take form as her words came into creation, as her well built arms folded overneath one another.
Sunako
"Huh uh.....whatever you say my Lord. Just don't come crying to me when she ends up whaling you to death."
The young, injured Genin ignored her words, words that one might take as offensive but not him. He had been injured yes, grievously no less and there was no lying on the fact that his near shattered body had been in the tender care of the young woman that would eventually become his wife and be the bearer of his children, but that didn't mean training was no less important. It was clear his and their ideologies differ but such a difference had no meaning to him. If she was gone, this near killed child would train, regardless of the time when his precious "savior" would return to tend to his wounds.
Sunako
"You do realize, If she catches you out of bed, doing TRAINING no less, she's going you murder you. You know that right?"
With enough sass for a tongue to snap, this did nothing but cause a trigger to go off within the confines of the young man's mind, whom had only began their meditation training, but this prevent him from snapping his upper frame in her direction. His gleaming smile and the excitement that emerged from his lips, were met with the concern of an amazonian goddess that towered over him. While her eyebrows song a different story, one of great disappointment and disbelief, her one visible hand rested on her rear hills, no doubt blessed like the soft, monstrous mountains that arose from the front.
Tamashi Seto
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her."
Boasting that great confidence, the young man had made the assumption that he was no longer affected by his grievous injuries, that the bandages wrapped around his body served no purpose, or that the devastating pain that was constantly rupturing throughout his body was nothing but a farce. Such a blatant lie was the turning point for the seven feet tall amazonian that was his eternal bodyguard, but putting aside her concern, a veil of indifference would instead take form as her words came into creation, as her well built arms folded overneath one another.
Sunako
"Huh uh.....whatever you say my Lord. Just don't come crying to me when she ends up whaling you to death."
The young, injured Genin ignored her words, words that one might take as offensive but not him. He had been injured yes, grievously no less and there was no lying on the fact that his near shattered body had been in the tender care of the young woman that would eventually become his wife and be the bearer of his children, but that didn't mean training was no less important. It was clear his and their ideologies differ but such a difference had no meaning to him. If she was gone, this near killed child would train, regardless of the time when his precious "savior" would return to tend to his wounds.
