Kinjo stood idly in the center of the markets, staring at the statue of Aion the dawn bringer. In his free hand was his headband with the symbol of the village, his hands gripped tightly around it. He had earned it. He had escaped the storm that was his old life and entered a new storm. He wish he felt some kind of pride, some kind of excitement for being able to call himself a Genin. The ability to now call himself a shinobi of the Kumogakure…yet, he still felt emptiness. The feeling that he had not yet accomplished enough.
“No,” He said quietly to himself, gripping his headband tighter. “I haven’t done enough…this is just the first step.”
He sighed, finally breaking his gaze away from the statue and toward the crowd of the market around him. He had hoped to come out into the district in an attempt to get to know the markets and the places he could go, maybe make some contacts, anything rather than his usual brooding in whatever hole he had decided to crash into that night. Instead, he found himself passively searching for his father. Worried that the alcoholic brute would make an appearance. Not that it really mattered, he thought to himself, I am a shinobi now. He can’t do anything. He repeatedly thought this to himself, but it didn’t seem to settle in the way he wanted it to.
Finally with a shake of his head he broke himself from his stance, tying his headband around his arm tightly before sliding his hands into his pockets – Yeah, take that Pop. Can’t stop me from putting my hands where I want them – He winced, the thought came off as dirty. He blushed slightly then cursed himself for that. Why am I blushing? It’s not like I said it out loud.
He finally began to push his way through the continuously moving crowd, his eyes turning to scan the signs on the different storefronts. He came across a ramen shop, his stomach grumbling but he ignored it, he needed to save his cash to get settled in somewhere more permanently.
“A new life,” He said with a small smile. “No more construction for me…”
“No,” He said quietly to himself, gripping his headband tighter. “I haven’t done enough…this is just the first step.”
He sighed, finally breaking his gaze away from the statue and toward the crowd of the market around him. He had hoped to come out into the district in an attempt to get to know the markets and the places he could go, maybe make some contacts, anything rather than his usual brooding in whatever hole he had decided to crash into that night. Instead, he found himself passively searching for his father. Worried that the alcoholic brute would make an appearance. Not that it really mattered, he thought to himself, I am a shinobi now. He can’t do anything. He repeatedly thought this to himself, but it didn’t seem to settle in the way he wanted it to.
Finally with a shake of his head he broke himself from his stance, tying his headband around his arm tightly before sliding his hands into his pockets – Yeah, take that Pop. Can’t stop me from putting my hands where I want them – He winced, the thought came off as dirty. He blushed slightly then cursed himself for that. Why am I blushing? It’s not like I said it out loud.
He finally began to push his way through the continuously moving crowd, his eyes turning to scan the signs on the different storefronts. He came across a ramen shop, his stomach grumbling but he ignored it, he needed to save his cash to get settled in somewhere more permanently.
“A new life,” He said with a small smile. “No more construction for me…”