Chakra-infused bulbs. What a curious thing. And it was much easier to notice how fascinating these little bulbs were up close.
Admittedly, Zashi had pooled all his money (received by selling some of his more valuable possessions) to purchase a small home, nearest to the top of the large cavern that housed Sunagakure – or more accurately, was Sunagakure. The landlord tried to tell Zashi that the higher the home, the more roomy and pricey it would be, but Zashi managed to convince him to refurbish a tool closet for Zashi’s residence. The window was the boy’s own design, however, and it allowed him the perfect view. He could almost reach out and touch the bulbs; at least, it felt this way to the young boy, enamored by the starlike spheres that dripped from the ceiling of Sunagakure.
”Five bulbs tonight.”
This allowed for Zashi to practice his accuracy. He had a little game – each night, he’d point out a dim bulb and relight it with his chakra. It had become a tradition, bringing the light to Sunagakure, a few bulbs at a time. He focused all his chakra into a single strand.
Only to have it ricochet, and cause several bulbs to shatter into a thousand pieces.
Zashi lifted up his arms, getting a small piece of glass stuck in his skin. He let out a small yelp of pain, and out of instinct, immediately pulled it out and applied pressure. Fortunately for Zashi, this occurrence wouldn’t discourage him from further tampering with these bulbs. After all, it would be his job to bring the light, and the light was just begging to fill Sunagakure.
No crying, Zashi. You’re the man of the tool closet now, and that means toughening up.
[Marked for Training]
((More solo training. Nothing wrong with that, I suppose.))
Admittedly, Zashi had pooled all his money (received by selling some of his more valuable possessions) to purchase a small home, nearest to the top of the large cavern that housed Sunagakure – or more accurately, was Sunagakure. The landlord tried to tell Zashi that the higher the home, the more roomy and pricey it would be, but Zashi managed to convince him to refurbish a tool closet for Zashi’s residence. The window was the boy’s own design, however, and it allowed him the perfect view. He could almost reach out and touch the bulbs; at least, it felt this way to the young boy, enamored by the starlike spheres that dripped from the ceiling of Sunagakure.
”Five bulbs tonight.”
This allowed for Zashi to practice his accuracy. He had a little game – each night, he’d point out a dim bulb and relight it with his chakra. It had become a tradition, bringing the light to Sunagakure, a few bulbs at a time. He focused all his chakra into a single strand.
Only to have it ricochet, and cause several bulbs to shatter into a thousand pieces.
Zashi lifted up his arms, getting a small piece of glass stuck in his skin. He let out a small yelp of pain, and out of instinct, immediately pulled it out and applied pressure. Fortunately for Zashi, this occurrence wouldn’t discourage him from further tampering with these bulbs. After all, it would be his job to bring the light, and the light was just begging to fill Sunagakure.
No crying, Zashi. You’re the man of the tool closet now, and that means toughening up.
[Marked for Training]
((More solo training. Nothing wrong with that, I suppose.))