The day was an average day of sorts, Jinmei's family did their own things, earned their coin for the day but dare not beg for money; a virtue, as they call it, that they instilled into the young boy from a early age. To beg was to announce oneself as broken, helpless and needy. They did not want their little lion to become such a human, who would receive the coin of someone else, to get comfortable with the bare minimum. They shielded Jinmei from a lot of things, one such 'thing' would be the desperateness of their lifestyle. A family of beggars and homeless, trying to raise a child to uphold virtues and dignity - it seemed to be like quite the fairytale, wouldn't you say?
It had only been a few days since Jinmei had heard of the news that he had been accepted into the academy of Iwa. A place where he would often watch children bounce off to, to train their skills and hone the killer instincts that made shinobi so fierce. However, that wasn't the reason why this little cub wanted to become a shinobi, oh no, he wanted to become a shinobi to protect the defenceless. The people that were forgotten, the lives that were pushed to the gutter and ignored due to their status. Jinmei faced this horrid attitude that people festered towards him and his family, although he did not quite understand why they would hold such values against him and his seemingly innocent family.
He was innocent, untouched by the cruelty of the world, and had not yet fully realised his status in this world was branded onto his forehead by the people who barely hold a status themselves. Although such was life, to be judged and to judge. It was a miracle that this young cub had not been so twisted by the horrid stares, the disgusted snares and the unpleasant sniggers from strangers as he watched his adoptive parents wander the streets in search of spare scraps that they could call dinner, but not for themselves, for Jinmei.
Despite being raised a place looked down upon by those living the ghetto, Jinmei did not seem bothered by his surroundings. He enjoyed his life, he loved his family and appreciated whatever he was given. The blump dumpling scurried along the streets, ragged from head to toe, pretending to be a shinobi with his arms firmly placed by his side; slightly positioned in a way that made him look more aerodynamic. But fatigue would set in and the cub would come to a sweaty, unpleasant halt. He would bend over, hand on his knees, and after a few moments of rest bite with a sweaty face would look up at the people around him. They all seemed so busy buying, selling and conversing.
Jinmei wiped his face, hands dirtied already by his bed, face smeared with God only knows what - "Phew, I'm thirsty..." He would say, not hoping for any act of kindness, but just some chance to quench his thirst from a crystal clear source of water. Jinmei looked quite the thing, stumpy and small, rounded wall a slight chub of fat, dirtied and ragged - who would offer their assistance or curiosity towards such a peculiar sight?
It had only been a few days since Jinmei had heard of the news that he had been accepted into the academy of Iwa. A place where he would often watch children bounce off to, to train their skills and hone the killer instincts that made shinobi so fierce. However, that wasn't the reason why this little cub wanted to become a shinobi, oh no, he wanted to become a shinobi to protect the defenceless. The people that were forgotten, the lives that were pushed to the gutter and ignored due to their status. Jinmei faced this horrid attitude that people festered towards him and his family, although he did not quite understand why they would hold such values against him and his seemingly innocent family.
He was innocent, untouched by the cruelty of the world, and had not yet fully realised his status in this world was branded onto his forehead by the people who barely hold a status themselves. Although such was life, to be judged and to judge. It was a miracle that this young cub had not been so twisted by the horrid stares, the disgusted snares and the unpleasant sniggers from strangers as he watched his adoptive parents wander the streets in search of spare scraps that they could call dinner, but not for themselves, for Jinmei.
Despite being raised a place looked down upon by those living the ghetto, Jinmei did not seem bothered by his surroundings. He enjoyed his life, he loved his family and appreciated whatever he was given. The blump dumpling scurried along the streets, ragged from head to toe, pretending to be a shinobi with his arms firmly placed by his side; slightly positioned in a way that made him look more aerodynamic. But fatigue would set in and the cub would come to a sweaty, unpleasant halt. He would bend over, hand on his knees, and after a few moments of rest bite with a sweaty face would look up at the people around him. They all seemed so busy buying, selling and conversing.
Jinmei wiped his face, hands dirtied already by his bed, face smeared with God only knows what - "Phew, I'm thirsty..." He would say, not hoping for any act of kindness, but just some chance to quench his thirst from a crystal clear source of water. Jinmei looked quite the thing, stumpy and small, rounded wall a slight chub of fat, dirtied and ragged - who would offer their assistance or curiosity towards such a peculiar sight?