Chaos. Shouting and fighting. Huddling and crying. Intimidation and fear. Ever shifting pockets of safety and danger. A lot was happening within Sunagakure. More than what Susumu Naien could understand. He could see and feel it, though.
Naien sat on the roof of his home taking in his surroundings. Sunagakure was a strange place to him. Looking up, a ceiling above him filled with a false sky. Below, all manner of people doing whatever they could. Some tried to continue on as if nothing was wrong, others tried to adapt or even take advantage of recent events. Someone had taken over the village and they were letting chaos reign. It was all beyond what Naien could understand with what little life experience he has.
Until recently, most of his life was about how to survive day to day in the desert. Being nine years old at this point, he obviously couldn't do everything but he could survive for a few days alone at least. Long enough for someone to find him, if necessary. The closest he ever got to politics was the delegation of duties among the nomads to ensure safety and survival. Even the idea of settlements were still a relatively unknown idea to him. It's not that he thought the idea was silly or unworkable, he just didn't know how one lived in such an environment.
Born into wanderlust, he saw little point in staying in one place for long. The family made a decision, though. And now there was no choice. They were all trapped in here now. At least until someone fixes the problem. Naien had hoped to travel more by joining the local ninja academy, too. Now it looks like he and all the other students may be trained to deal with the problem here.
Naien reached up from under his desert cloak and idly played with the bone whistle hanging around his neck. Typically used to signal help (by way of three blasts), he ponders on the fact that it'll still be used as such within this village.
Susumu Naien sits on the roof taking in the view...
[MFT]
Naien sat on the roof of his home taking in his surroundings. Sunagakure was a strange place to him. Looking up, a ceiling above him filled with a false sky. Below, all manner of people doing whatever they could. Some tried to continue on as if nothing was wrong, others tried to adapt or even take advantage of recent events. Someone had taken over the village and they were letting chaos reign. It was all beyond what Naien could understand with what little life experience he has.
Until recently, most of his life was about how to survive day to day in the desert. Being nine years old at this point, he obviously couldn't do everything but he could survive for a few days alone at least. Long enough for someone to find him, if necessary. The closest he ever got to politics was the delegation of duties among the nomads to ensure safety and survival. Even the idea of settlements were still a relatively unknown idea to him. It's not that he thought the idea was silly or unworkable, he just didn't know how one lived in such an environment.
Born into wanderlust, he saw little point in staying in one place for long. The family made a decision, though. And now there was no choice. They were all trapped in here now. At least until someone fixes the problem. Naien had hoped to travel more by joining the local ninja academy, too. Now it looks like he and all the other students may be trained to deal with the problem here.
Naien reached up from under his desert cloak and idly played with the bone whistle hanging around his neck. Typically used to signal help (by way of three blasts), he ponders on the fact that it'll still be used as such within this village.
Susumu Naien sits on the roof taking in the view...
[MFT]