Another night, another bit of reading. Zashi tried to read every night, in the same place, behind the storage room in the Student Academy. It was in his favor that the Academy still stood, relatively unharmed from the Cabal’s attack on Sunagakure. It was now a place of refuge, for both students and those unfortunate enough to have lost their homes (or worse) in these difficult times.
But these times were especially difficult for Zashi. He had just arrived in Sunagakure a few weeks before, and already things had gone to hell. But still, it was better than what could have been – he had a home, a future, and a lot to look forward to. A lot he wanted to change, of course, but a lot that was fine as is. Of course, he found it strange not seeing the sun for so long. It went against his ancestry, but he supposed the storm would be a worse fate. Or maybe it wouldn’t.
He sighed.
He missed his old life and old family a lot. Family wasn’t particularly important to the followers of the old court. A man did not choose his family – truly, nature birthed him. And he breathed the wind, and it kept him alive. Fuujin was the only mother, the only father. There could be no equals to the grace of Fuujin. But maybe there was a part of him that believed that Fuujin’s grace lived through his family. But that was behind him. Sunagakure raised him now, and he trusted her.
He removed a small scroll from his waist, “Shoziru Hakashi’s Interpretation of The History of Chakra” and began reading. The way he saw it, he had a lot of time. The nights seemed to last longer away from the moon.
[Marked for Training]
[Exit Thread]
But these times were especially difficult for Zashi. He had just arrived in Sunagakure a few weeks before, and already things had gone to hell. But still, it was better than what could have been – he had a home, a future, and a lot to look forward to. A lot he wanted to change, of course, but a lot that was fine as is. Of course, he found it strange not seeing the sun for so long. It went against his ancestry, but he supposed the storm would be a worse fate. Or maybe it wouldn’t.
He sighed.
He missed his old life and old family a lot. Family wasn’t particularly important to the followers of the old court. A man did not choose his family – truly, nature birthed him. And he breathed the wind, and it kept him alive. Fuujin was the only mother, the only father. There could be no equals to the grace of Fuujin. But maybe there was a part of him that believed that Fuujin’s grace lived through his family. But that was behind him. Sunagakure raised him now, and he trusted her.
He removed a small scroll from his waist, “Shoziru Hakashi’s Interpretation of The History of Chakra” and began reading. The way he saw it, he had a lot of time. The nights seemed to last longer away from the moon.
[Marked for Training]
[Exit Thread]