It has been a year since Kiri had left Kumogakure’s gates. He was now, once a gain, home. But in the young shinobi’s mind, he wasn’t at all ready yet to return. In fact, he was filled with apprehension and perhaps, a bit of fear to come waltzing back in through the gates. Partly because he knew that the incident in Konoha would have been reported back to the Raikage by now, and the last thing he wanted was to make the Raikage feel disappointed at the chance he screwed up. And partly because he didn’t think he was ready to face his mentor, Osu, when he thinks he has yet to grow as a person. All in all, everything was really his fault so he took it upon himself to simply stay put in the outlands for now.
Sighing as he sat on one of the many fences of the small town in the outskirts of Lightning Country, Kiri looked out to the great expanse of hills, knowing that further to that direction would be the mountains, and further still would be Kumogakure. Dragon Tooth Pass would be where he would be granted his re-entry, that is if he was, at all, granted such a re-entry and not struck down because of the mess he had done. Sighing once more, he took out one of the herbal cigs that Junko had given him and started to light it, taking in a long breath, and feeling the calming essence along his chakra pulse. He had been training to control his beast, but sometimes, when his mind was less than its usual strong-willed-ness, he preferred the aid of the cig. Think of it as a catnip but for his demon, and while he didn’t want to be accustomed to it, let alone completely dependent on it, it was always a welcoming aid.
Looking down, he clasped his hands together as he falls into a deep thought. Never had he wasted time like this before.
WC: 333
[MFT]
Sighing as he sat on one of the many fences of the small town in the outskirts of Lightning Country, Kiri looked out to the great expanse of hills, knowing that further to that direction would be the mountains, and further still would be Kumogakure. Dragon Tooth Pass would be where he would be granted his re-entry, that is if he was, at all, granted such a re-entry and not struck down because of the mess he had done. Sighing once more, he took out one of the herbal cigs that Junko had given him and started to light it, taking in a long breath, and feeling the calming essence along his chakra pulse. He had been training to control his beast, but sometimes, when his mind was less than its usual strong-willed-ness, he preferred the aid of the cig. Think of it as a catnip but for his demon, and while he didn’t want to be accustomed to it, let alone completely dependent on it, it was always a welcoming aid.
Looking down, he clasped his hands together as he falls into a deep thought. Never had he wasted time like this before.
WC: 333
[MFT]