Staring blankly into the mirror, the water dripped from his wet face, the day had only begun, it wasn't healthy being pent up in a study room reading books till the break of dawn, his eyes wandered to the mirror image of his own eyes, still hard coming to terms with ones own change in eyes, especially when the change was this major. It almost felt like staring at a ghost, and yourself not even being alive, the feeling of staring at something that wasn't even you, something unworldly.
Grabbing a towel he wiped the water off, hanged it up again and took a step out into the white, clean, straight lined hospital halls with the opaque walls, the busy nurses and doctors walking around with their papers on wooden boards, Keiji had a hard time still, seeing this sight on a daily basis. He almost felt sickened by the fact that it felt as if he was walking in the footsteps of his own mother, and his father at the very same time. It was a weird and unexplainable feeling to say the least.
As he walked through the hallway with a slow pace he looked into the rooms with open doors as he passed them, looking at the sick, hurt and pained people inside he was reminded that it had only been three years. Three years since his legs was burned to a crisp, three years since he graduated, he caressed his own left cheek self-affirming that the scar the Nian beast had caused to his face was still present, three years since his eyes turned their hue to a ghost like color, three years since.. That day.. His mind wandered and he felt a quick shrivel of pain up through his spine.
He shook it off as nothing but nerves. He sat down on an empty waiting bench, the top of his head bumped into the wall behind him, as he stared up at the ceiling.
Three years of grueling training, three years of getting used to his eyes, and the abilities that followed with them, three years of being in a self-chosen solitude, reason for it was that back when 'it' happened he didn't feel like being around anyone, it was almost as if he needed time to adjust. To everything.
He quieted his thoughts and stood up with a burst of energy, his long dreadlocks squirming around almost like octopus tentacles until they had fallen down again to line in back with the ponytail of dreadlocks in the back of his head. He began walking back down the hallway, down the stairs, and down to the ground floor, then came the long walk down the long and busy hallways.
his eyes wandered to the little younger nurses closer to his age wandering the halls with their wooden boards with patient papers on them, enticing as it may seem, a sudden yawn came upon him as he walked his way to the door leading to the backyard of the main Hospital wing. He opened it slowly, examining the outside. Empty, yes!
The sun was bright and early penetrating through every little nook and cranny it could, it was almost euphoric seeing the sun rays showing forth all across the garden area. The temperature was just right, not too hot, and not too cold, at least not for Kumogakure.
It wasn't every day the backyard was empty. Usually it was used for patients needing a fresh walk and some air, some even used it for training, as the area further back had target practice, a few dummies and some wooden poles for hitting. He looked around, and his memories went back to the very first time he met Shinrya Kitsune-sensei, seemed almost like it was yesterday. But alas, time seemed benevolent and had gifted him with a few years to ponder, he had grown substantially since then, a few feet of height, and a stronger arm to punch, better legs to kick especially.
He walked up to the poles, the small wooden spokes sticking out was perfect for practicing striking techniques. He examine it closely, making sure nothing was loose. Taking a step back he clenched his fists, with his index and middle fingers extended he lifted them up in front of his face, and closed his eyes concentrating his chakra quickly and with no problem he fixated upon the pin point precision in the tips of his fingers, he then opened his eyes, and struck the pole, hitting one of the spokes sticking out from the side, penetrating it completely.
Splinters flew to the sides as his finger went clean through. A slight grin appeared on his face, three years ago this would've taken a lot more pressure, strength, and longer concentration for chakra. Pulling his fingers out he took a step back and looked around for the splinters, his eyes easily spotting every single little splinter that had escaped from his precision strike, he picked them all up and took them to the trash can standing in the middle of the garden area, then turning his feet around and walking over to side of the wall not far from the door leading back into the hospital, there he sat down on the grass in seiza, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.
Grabbing a towel he wiped the water off, hanged it up again and took a step out into the white, clean, straight lined hospital halls with the opaque walls, the busy nurses and doctors walking around with their papers on wooden boards, Keiji had a hard time still, seeing this sight on a daily basis. He almost felt sickened by the fact that it felt as if he was walking in the footsteps of his own mother, and his father at the very same time. It was a weird and unexplainable feeling to say the least.
As he walked through the hallway with a slow pace he looked into the rooms with open doors as he passed them, looking at the sick, hurt and pained people inside he was reminded that it had only been three years. Three years since his legs was burned to a crisp, three years since he graduated, he caressed his own left cheek self-affirming that the scar the Nian beast had caused to his face was still present, three years since his eyes turned their hue to a ghost like color, three years since.. That day.. His mind wandered and he felt a quick shrivel of pain up through his spine.
He shook it off as nothing but nerves. He sat down on an empty waiting bench, the top of his head bumped into the wall behind him, as he stared up at the ceiling.
Three years of grueling training, three years of getting used to his eyes, and the abilities that followed with them, three years of being in a self-chosen solitude, reason for it was that back when 'it' happened he didn't feel like being around anyone, it was almost as if he needed time to adjust. To everything.
He quieted his thoughts and stood up with a burst of energy, his long dreadlocks squirming around almost like octopus tentacles until they had fallen down again to line in back with the ponytail of dreadlocks in the back of his head. He began walking back down the hallway, down the stairs, and down to the ground floor, then came the long walk down the long and busy hallways.
his eyes wandered to the little younger nurses closer to his age wandering the halls with their wooden boards with patient papers on them, enticing as it may seem, a sudden yawn came upon him as he walked his way to the door leading to the backyard of the main Hospital wing. He opened it slowly, examining the outside. Empty, yes!
The sun was bright and early penetrating through every little nook and cranny it could, it was almost euphoric seeing the sun rays showing forth all across the garden area. The temperature was just right, not too hot, and not too cold, at least not for Kumogakure.
It wasn't every day the backyard was empty. Usually it was used for patients needing a fresh walk and some air, some even used it for training, as the area further back had target practice, a few dummies and some wooden poles for hitting. He looked around, and his memories went back to the very first time he met Shinrya Kitsune-sensei, seemed almost like it was yesterday. But alas, time seemed benevolent and had gifted him with a few years to ponder, he had grown substantially since then, a few feet of height, and a stronger arm to punch, better legs to kick especially.
He walked up to the poles, the small wooden spokes sticking out was perfect for practicing striking techniques. He examine it closely, making sure nothing was loose. Taking a step back he clenched his fists, with his index and middle fingers extended he lifted them up in front of his face, and closed his eyes concentrating his chakra quickly and with no problem he fixated upon the pin point precision in the tips of his fingers, he then opened his eyes, and struck the pole, hitting one of the spokes sticking out from the side, penetrating it completely.
Splinters flew to the sides as his finger went clean through. A slight grin appeared on his face, three years ago this would've taken a lot more pressure, strength, and longer concentration for chakra. Pulling his fingers out he took a step back and looked around for the splinters, his eyes easily spotting every single little splinter that had escaped from his precision strike, he picked them all up and took them to the trash can standing in the middle of the garden area, then turning his feet around and walking over to side of the wall not far from the door leading back into the hospital, there he sat down on the grass in seiza, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.
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