He watched with bated breath, eyes fixed on the large archway that led to the academy grounds. Many children and hopeful shinobis alike would march in and out with struggles and daily conquering quests that their teachers set out for them. All, except for him. He watched from across the street, sitting atop the fence to someone else’s yard, wondering what the day’s lesson was. Not too long ago did he watch some of the children go in, and it’ll be a few more hours before lunch break finds some running outside to play or tease or eat beneath the trees. Such mundane life must be quite exciting at the very least.
He looks down as he swings his legs, hitting the fence with his heels, probably leaving a few marks with the sole of his boots. His blue and gray furisode contrasted his lighter colored hakama laced around and tucked into the boots. It didn’t sparkle against the sunlight despite the Yamamoto Clan crest across the back being made of some embossed silk. He didn’t like to be flashy, after all. And he looked just as bored as any other passerby to truly be remarkable.
But then the wind blew past him and made him frown as his long grey hair was swept along. He had to pull them together and secure the red tie he placed on the bottom. He already had long hair and tied it as tightly from the top, but the ends were everywhere if he didn’t make a second tie at the bottom, before coiling it up to tie with the top. He wondered if he should ask to get his hair cut. Then again, it might send the rest of his family in tears as they always commented how silky smooth and lovely his hair was. Was that the reason he kept it long? Maybe he should at least lessen the amount of times he brushed it at night, to give it a bit of an unruly aspect. He didn’t want to be too neat in other’s point-of-view.
Just then, he head a shout from behind and he spared a glance. The owner was raging about the painted hen in his yard before locking eyes with him. He could have feigned ignorance but he immediately smiled. He always wore his heart on his sleeves, and no matter how mischievous he gets, he could never hide a bad deed so easily. Well, it was hard to hide it when the back of his hakama was littered with pink paint as well for he had played with the hen when he was splashing it with paint earlier.
Thus, without further ado, he let out his tongue and made a quick sayonara before jumping off the fence and started to run across the street. The school can wait when he was ready. For now, he needed to explore the village. After all, immersion was the best education, right? Well, Sinny had his own unique way of defining what immersion should be.
He looks down as he swings his legs, hitting the fence with his heels, probably leaving a few marks with the sole of his boots. His blue and gray furisode contrasted his lighter colored hakama laced around and tucked into the boots. It didn’t sparkle against the sunlight despite the Yamamoto Clan crest across the back being made of some embossed silk. He didn’t like to be flashy, after all. And he looked just as bored as any other passerby to truly be remarkable.
But then the wind blew past him and made him frown as his long grey hair was swept along. He had to pull them together and secure the red tie he placed on the bottom. He already had long hair and tied it as tightly from the top, but the ends were everywhere if he didn’t make a second tie at the bottom, before coiling it up to tie with the top. He wondered if he should ask to get his hair cut. Then again, it might send the rest of his family in tears as they always commented how silky smooth and lovely his hair was. Was that the reason he kept it long? Maybe he should at least lessen the amount of times he brushed it at night, to give it a bit of an unruly aspect. He didn’t want to be too neat in other’s point-of-view.
Just then, he head a shout from behind and he spared a glance. The owner was raging about the painted hen in his yard before locking eyes with him. He could have feigned ignorance but he immediately smiled. He always wore his heart on his sleeves, and no matter how mischievous he gets, he could never hide a bad deed so easily. Well, it was hard to hide it when the back of his hakama was littered with pink paint as well for he had played with the hen when he was splashing it with paint earlier.
Thus, without further ado, he let out his tongue and made a quick sayonara before jumping off the fence and started to run across the street. The school can wait when he was ready. For now, he needed to explore the village. After all, immersion was the best education, right? Well, Sinny had his own unique way of defining what immersion should be.