Nazomeku was not very stolid on returning back to the place where he had seen the father-son training before. It was as if he was being complicit to some unspoken rule of not showing up to the Dojo as a Senju side branch member. Instead, he felt compelled to keep his training and aspirations for strength and power hidden amongst the shadows as the main branch hid the side branch members of the clan. Even to Saya, Nazo felt like his 'coming of age,' in the Senju clan wasn't that important to put on display.
The dominating thought of the side branch being nothing but Senju trash was in constant conflict with the way that Nazo felt about himself. The desire for strength burnt unequivocally inside him where he would go to great lengths, such as his current action of sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night just to train.
The undersea was always the destination of this training, or at least it was for now. In the middle of the night, there seemed nothing else more peaceful than listening to the ripples of the water, the rhythmic releases of superheated air from the geothermal vents, and the occasional splashes of fish that played, fought, ate and chased after one another. All of it happening under the magnificent reflection of the crystals that formed the walls of the cave. There was no other place in Sunagakure no Sato that had made Nazomeku feel more at awe and connected with the world.
Walking to the edge of the water he sat on his knees, keeping his core tightened and his back straight. He just sat. His eyes closed as he focused on doing nothing but feeling. Feeling the current, the build-up of the steam in each vent as they would reach their capacity before releasing the steam from the vent, one after another and sometimes overlapping in a symphonic natural melody.
He focused entirely on utilizing the natural power that was already there, swirling around him constantly, which seemed to abound down here in the undersea. He felt as though he was cheating in this location since the amount of natural activity made the progression and realization of this resource that much easier for him.
Then it clicked.
Looking down in the waves right in front of him, there were light markings of a sage covering his face just for an instant. They disappeared the longer he held his eyes opened and looked for it more, although the feeling never left him. [I think I get it…]
Trying something secondarily to his true purpose and intent for coming to the undersea tonight. He started forming chakra into both his hands, creating the only hand seal, he knew the tiger, while visualizing a small flower.
It was small, and a little decrepit although, it was a flower. The first Mokuton creation of Senju Nazomeku’s early life. The roots of the flower wrapping down around his fingers, not even reaching the knuckles of each hand. The stem, spiraled and gnarly only stretching into the air about two inches.
[WC: 521]
[MFT]
The dominating thought of the side branch being nothing but Senju trash was in constant conflict with the way that Nazo felt about himself. The desire for strength burnt unequivocally inside him where he would go to great lengths, such as his current action of sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night just to train.
The undersea was always the destination of this training, or at least it was for now. In the middle of the night, there seemed nothing else more peaceful than listening to the ripples of the water, the rhythmic releases of superheated air from the geothermal vents, and the occasional splashes of fish that played, fought, ate and chased after one another. All of it happening under the magnificent reflection of the crystals that formed the walls of the cave. There was no other place in Sunagakure no Sato that had made Nazomeku feel more at awe and connected with the world.
Walking to the edge of the water he sat on his knees, keeping his core tightened and his back straight. He just sat. His eyes closed as he focused on doing nothing but feeling. Feeling the current, the build-up of the steam in each vent as they would reach their capacity before releasing the steam from the vent, one after another and sometimes overlapping in a symphonic natural melody.
He focused entirely on utilizing the natural power that was already there, swirling around him constantly, which seemed to abound down here in the undersea. He felt as though he was cheating in this location since the amount of natural activity made the progression and realization of this resource that much easier for him.
Then it clicked.
Looking down in the waves right in front of him, there were light markings of a sage covering his face just for an instant. They disappeared the longer he held his eyes opened and looked for it more, although the feeling never left him. [I think I get it…]
Trying something secondarily to his true purpose and intent for coming to the undersea tonight. He started forming chakra into both his hands, creating the only hand seal, he knew the tiger, while visualizing a small flower.
It was small, and a little decrepit although, it was a flower. The first Mokuton creation of Senju Nazomeku’s early life. The roots of the flower wrapping down around his fingers, not even reaching the knuckles of each hand. The stem, spiraled and gnarly only stretching into the air about two inches.
[WC: 521]
[MFT]