It was a strange thing being given a bath against your will by strangers. He didn't understand the purpose of it all as they called him Jyuusan. One of them would whistle for him like a dog. Sometimes he thought about reacting what he did to Hojo. But somehow he doubted it would be viewed as a kindness. Then again he seemed punished for every action he did. Since he didn't speak and appeared a savage they often kept him carefully observed. Today's adventure took him to the fun and drastically amusing Forest. Where at one point he'd hunt food among other things. The familiar smell of the tree's and the sight of the place was comforting. It relaxed the tension in his body more than the home they had him in. The place felt like a prison just missing the bars or familiar feel of the incubation tube. His arrival here as an academy student was largely against his will. But his chakra levels and manipulation of the attunement he had were a bit hard to pass up. What was one to do when a golden goose was in front of them? That must have been those men's thoughts before they realized he was a feral animal without name or skill to write among other things.
He was left here in the middle of nowhere though for no reason. Was it an escape chance or did they have plans for him beyond his understanding? He brushed the white hair from his unnatural red eyes as he looked outward. This place had an abundance of life and sustainable food. They seemed rather discouraging about the neighbor's dog he almost ate. Adjusting the ragged clothing he wore slightly he itched at the mark on his neck. It often itched when a troublesome day was ahead of him. Something told him someone either bright and warm was coming. Which were hard people to read really, since he couldn't understand a word. He could speak and understand his name if only barely. This left a lot of trouble figuring things out for him. But no matter the itching of his number thirteen brand it would be curious to see why he was left on familiar hunting grounds. To see what vision or purpose they held for him they'd given the name Jyuusan.
He was left here in the middle of nowhere though for no reason. Was it an escape chance or did they have plans for him beyond his understanding? He brushed the white hair from his unnatural red eyes as he looked outward. This place had an abundance of life and sustainable food. They seemed rather discouraging about the neighbor's dog he almost ate. Adjusting the ragged clothing he wore slightly he itched at the mark on his neck. It often itched when a troublesome day was ahead of him. Something told him someone either bright and warm was coming. Which were hard people to read really, since he couldn't understand a word. He could speak and understand his name if only barely. This left a lot of trouble figuring things out for him. But no matter the itching of his number thirteen brand it would be curious to see why he was left on familiar hunting grounds. To see what vision or purpose they held for him they'd given the name Jyuusan.