Itsuki sat himself on a bench found near the proving grounds where many young shinobi trained or seemed to settle disagreements of theirs with one another. The sun was bright even beneath the shade of the tree that hung nicely over the bench. His eyes would strain a bit in the sun as he shook his long black bangs from in front of his face in a bit of an annoyed fashion. He felt lately he needed to work on observing people and learning more about them as to understand how they functioned and to aid in his own masking of his feelings.
His mind would wonder as to why two of the young shinobi of academy age greeted and acted friendly before they started to exchange blows with one another. Why did they bother and why did they not finish the fight with a killing blow to ones foe seemed all too foreign to him in truth. He felt in truth unnerved by these people who he had worked into blending into as they are full of contradictions in many ways and this in some ways helped fuel his desire to break them.
"This is bothersome indeed." He muttered under his breath as he gazed up at the sky that burned his eyes in its glare.
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[WC: 217]
His mind would wonder as to why two of the young shinobi of academy age greeted and acted friendly before they started to exchange blows with one another. Why did they bother and why did they not finish the fight with a killing blow to ones foe seemed all too foreign to him in truth. He felt in truth unnerved by these people who he had worked into blending into as they are full of contradictions in many ways and this in some ways helped fuel his desire to break them.
"This is bothersome indeed." He muttered under his breath as he gazed up at the sky that burned his eyes in its glare.
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[WC: 217]