There was no break for the young man. He had a mission. A purpose that fueled him, drove him, and made him seek knowledge. He needed more of it. He had to find it. Tracing the outlines of every single book that his fingers grazed over, the young man could feel the information stored inside each and every book. They felt heavy with knowledge and insight, and the young man could gauge their material based upon the feel and the weight of that knowledge around him. It was a very intimate feeling, being able to, quite literally, sense the power of the words around him. He had to find something in particular, though. Some piece of knowledge, that may not even be here. But still, he would keep looking.
Deep within the Accolade's University, the young man had decided to continue his quest for answers within a place where the entire village's knowledge was held. If he could not find information here, then there was little more point in searching this village. His muddy brown eyes scanned each and every book, and occasionally he would pick up a book and read through a few pages. His metal arm was fully exposed, and the way it slid over the paper made interesting sounds. The scraping and the sliding was strangely hypnotic to the young man. He could spend hours in here, just flipping through pages as he skimmed the material. Skimming, actually, wasn't the right word—the puppeteer read at a speed of about 3,000 words per minute, meaning he was rather just tasting the information that lay inside that particular book. He didn't like referring to himself as such, but others have in the past called him a genius. To the young man, he didn't care whether he was a 'genius' or not. He cared about results. Right now, he just needed to get his questions answered.
Moving his search over towards medicine, Ginjiro began flipping though more pages. He'd have to the Puppetry section, if they actually had one. The young man was sorely dissapointed, both because it made his search much more complicated and because it made him hurt to see no love for the art of puppetry. It was his trade and passion! How could they not have any freaking books on puppetry?! They were either crazy, or they'd organized this place in a way that Ginjiro had just plain missed it. Either of those options had its own problems, but Ginjiro would simply stick to this current conclusion. His eyes darting over the words in this book on Medical Theory, the young man was hoping to find something about a hollow body. His attention was occupied, and as such he hardly noticed anything around him. Everything but this book was simply cut off from the young man.
Deep within the Accolade's University, the young man had decided to continue his quest for answers within a place where the entire village's knowledge was held. If he could not find information here, then there was little more point in searching this village. His muddy brown eyes scanned each and every book, and occasionally he would pick up a book and read through a few pages. His metal arm was fully exposed, and the way it slid over the paper made interesting sounds. The scraping and the sliding was strangely hypnotic to the young man. He could spend hours in here, just flipping through pages as he skimmed the material. Skimming, actually, wasn't the right word—the puppeteer read at a speed of about 3,000 words per minute, meaning he was rather just tasting the information that lay inside that particular book. He didn't like referring to himself as such, but others have in the past called him a genius. To the young man, he didn't care whether he was a 'genius' or not. He cared about results. Right now, he just needed to get his questions answered.
Moving his search over towards medicine, Ginjiro began flipping though more pages. He'd have to the Puppetry section, if they actually had one. The young man was sorely dissapointed, both because it made his search much more complicated and because it made him hurt to see no love for the art of puppetry. It was his trade and passion! How could they not have any freaking books on puppetry?! They were either crazy, or they'd organized this place in a way that Ginjiro had just plain missed it. Either of those options had its own problems, but Ginjiro would simply stick to this current conclusion. His eyes darting over the words in this book on Medical Theory, the young man was hoping to find something about a hollow body. His attention was occupied, and as such he hardly noticed anything around him. Everything but this book was simply cut off from the young man.