"The grass is always greener on the other side" - a popular saying that Juko had heard a couple of times throughout his youth. Especially when he had once again been trumped by some random Uchiha or Hyuuga Clanmember, or even some of the more talented Shinobi kids. Even now he felt as if the small overgrown hill he was sitting on was lackluster, the green not as fresh and vivid as the green he saw amidst the busier street opposite to him. Shit. Burying his head in between his arms Juko felt a strong desire to sob come up in him as he stared into the darkgreen nothing to his feet. Tiny insects were crawling here and there and altough his eyes were focussing on nothing in particular he saw all the small movements as his attention flittet this and that way. Shit! He repeated, this time with more intensity. Ive been looking forward to being an Anbu so much... if only i could have... maybe this really isnt my path?..
His hands wandered up his head and vanished in the blonde mane, clawing through the heavy strains of hair. On the way back his right hand did a quick stop to scratch at some of the scars at his neck and lower jaw before returning to the ground too.
Come on now Juko, your not a child anymore... you cant show the world this side of yourself no more! Remember what you have been told, remember what you have been tought!
Slowly he straightened his body up again, looking towards the people on the street. Despite not having cried his eyes seemed to be reddened, a result of two near sleepless nights as he pondered his future. As far as he knew most of his past classmates had all either already surpassed him or were in the process of doing so.
A soft breeze was now blowing, and not for the first time did the boy feel as though the wind was talking to him, whispering unintelligible words into his ears. Regardless of all, i need to take up training again. I cant let this stop me from becoming stronger, cant let this break me. I already feel as though i might never reach a higher level than trainee if things continue the way they are right now... the number one question now is: How do we get stronger?
Again he saw the inhuman face of Maru before him, all metal and wood with barely any resemblance to his actual face. Preferably without turning ourself into some weird puppettoy. There has to be a way, how else did Takeshi, Kenshin and the others get to where they are... For a moment he contemplated going back into the realm of the Youkai but considering his most recent adventure there he quickly dispersed the idea.
Altough i could probably call upon Kijin sometime... maybe the old monkey has an idea or something else to help me?
Pulling himself together again Juko took out a kunai and wiped the blade along his thumb, opening the flesh. A singly drip of blood fell into the green grass where it immediately seemed to turn black, growing into an intricate mass of symbols and signs. A small puff of cloud followed, momentarily blanking the spot before the blonde boy before being ripped apart by the wind. A small empty pumpkinflask came into view, signed with a messy message. "Cant come, drunk sleeping".... again? What is wrong with that stupid monkey... will i EVER be able to call him without something like this happening?
The young ninja punched the ground and allowed his body to fall backwards into the grass where he stayed, watching the few clouds above drift by. Shit.
His hands wandered up his head and vanished in the blonde mane, clawing through the heavy strains of hair. On the way back his right hand did a quick stop to scratch at some of the scars at his neck and lower jaw before returning to the ground too.
Come on now Juko, your not a child anymore... you cant show the world this side of yourself no more! Remember what you have been told, remember what you have been tought!
Slowly he straightened his body up again, looking towards the people on the street. Despite not having cried his eyes seemed to be reddened, a result of two near sleepless nights as he pondered his future. As far as he knew most of his past classmates had all either already surpassed him or were in the process of doing so.
A soft breeze was now blowing, and not for the first time did the boy feel as though the wind was talking to him, whispering unintelligible words into his ears. Regardless of all, i need to take up training again. I cant let this stop me from becoming stronger, cant let this break me. I already feel as though i might never reach a higher level than trainee if things continue the way they are right now... the number one question now is: How do we get stronger?
Again he saw the inhuman face of Maru before him, all metal and wood with barely any resemblance to his actual face. Preferably without turning ourself into some weird puppettoy. There has to be a way, how else did Takeshi, Kenshin and the others get to where they are... For a moment he contemplated going back into the realm of the Youkai but considering his most recent adventure there he quickly dispersed the idea.
Altough i could probably call upon Kijin sometime... maybe the old monkey has an idea or something else to help me?
Pulling himself together again Juko took out a kunai and wiped the blade along his thumb, opening the flesh. A singly drip of blood fell into the green grass where it immediately seemed to turn black, growing into an intricate mass of symbols and signs. A small puff of cloud followed, momentarily blanking the spot before the blonde boy before being ripped apart by the wind. A small empty pumpkinflask came into view, signed with a messy message. "Cant come, drunk sleeping".... again? What is wrong with that stupid monkey... will i EVER be able to call him without something like this happening?
The young ninja punched the ground and allowed his body to fall backwards into the grass where he stayed, watching the few clouds above drift by. Shit.
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