He missed her a lot.
Time just passed, and all of a sudden, his cousin went back to the role of a priestess. That meant she’d spend less time among shinobi like him again, which… soured his daily life a little. She was so energetic and playful that her short time alongside him had brighten up his own moods, as impossible as that used to appear. But now… he was mostly back to walking around on his own. Minding his own business, keeping quiet, and training.
All he could do was train. He still remembered the summoning back at the Hokage’s office, and he still remembered the trust they put in… someone like him. It – as in, the summoning and the duties laid out before the Genin and Academy Students back then – clearly wasn’t intended to include him, since he pretty much snuck his way into the summoning, but they insisted that he held just as much importance as the other young shinobi present that day. Could you blame Take for not believing it at first?
Still, if he disbelieved it, why was he even trying right now? Glaring down the path that led into the last place he remembered hanging out with her by, grabbing the fence with his bare hand as if trying to recover lost memories through the metallic fabric alone. She wanted to explore the Forest of Death with him back then… the forest was known to possess plenty of natural chakra, and who knew how that affected the wildlife that called it home?
He shouldn’t have let her wait. It would’ve been a fun, little adventure… the most he could do now was travel down the path for the both of them. All by his lonesome.
…
“BOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
His heart rose up to his head and nearly burst in shock. All muscles in his body were contracting and releasing for the sole, singular purpose of drawing his mother’s katana, Shokuryū. And yet, the cooling of his blood running through his veins from his heart to his fingertips made him relax again, but it also made him appear shellshocked. The culprit that had scared him in such a childish fashion rolled out of a nearby bush in a deep, hysterical laughing fit. Pink hair atop his head, a plaster on his nose, and a sheathed katana that was left on the ground while this Genin tried to recollect his breath.
“Did you see the look on his face, Akeno?!” the pink-haired boy laughed out, “Told you that jumpscares could help a shinobi! He would’ve been dead at this point! Boy froze up like a statue!”
“…” Another figure leapt down from branches further above, joining the pink-haired boy and helping him back up on his feet with a hand, “Alright, alright, that was pretty good… hey, uhm… are you…?”
Take’s hand was shaking madly. Fingers extended and vibrating, but they also noticed a couple tears trickling down his face. “Uhhhhhhh, w-why are you crying? It was just a prank, a-and to be honest – Momoiro isn’t that good at scaring peop-“
“Hey, what the hell?! Did I make him cry again?! Duuuuuuuuuuuuude, Take-bro, you gotta grow some balls at some point! Otherwise, who knows when some creepy shinobi will-“
“Uhm, Momoiro, I’m getting the creeps… uh, so, uh, have a nice day!” the kunoichi called Akeno said before leaping away from the scene, much to Momoiro’s annoyance. Take slowly wiped the tears off of his face and tried to stop his hand from shaking, not because of some overwhelming fear of being hurt… but the bottomless risk of hurting them.
The shock almost made his body move on its own, and a Nanjirou like him could’ve unsheathed his katana before they could blink. But Take despised needless violence, for to him, such actions only reinforced his incapability and incompetence as a true, professional shinobi. The fact that it took so much willpower to prevent his body from moving on its own was shameful… just shameful… and it brought his shameful self to tears.
But of course, these kids didn’t know, despite having been classmates with Take for over 3 years.
“Oh, c’mon! You scared Akeno away, dipshit!” Momoiro groaned in anger, wiping some dirt off of his pants before gazing over to Take, “… Why’d you even become a shinobi to begin with?! Grow a pair or fuck off!” As if a 180 spin from the previous Take-bro attitude, the pink-haired Genin turned into spite at the very idea that Take ruined his chances at impressing Akeno…
And Take was left to stand in the middle of the woods on his own again… gazing down at the dark floor and its vegetation, wondering why he screwed up things again. He used to be in a team with these guys, but… Momoiro was right, probably. Take was just annoying. A coward. Unstable. No redeeming traits befitting a shinobi…
… But was that really true? Or was it just something that the poor samurai convinced himself to pinpoint a source of his grief? He pondered over it for so long that he genuinely looked like a statue in the middle of the forest, not paying any attention to those around him. The Chūnin who granted him and the two others entrance into the Forest of Death, too, wasn't a supervisor-type... but a sort of 'genius'. A young kid, like the three of them - a friend of the two others, but with a clear issue regarding Take's entire existence. Then again, with the other kids gone, Take might as well have been caught trespassing into dangerous territory without a supervisor at all.
OOC: Forgot to mark, soz
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Time just passed, and all of a sudden, his cousin went back to the role of a priestess. That meant she’d spend less time among shinobi like him again, which… soured his daily life a little. She was so energetic and playful that her short time alongside him had brighten up his own moods, as impossible as that used to appear. But now… he was mostly back to walking around on his own. Minding his own business, keeping quiet, and training.
All he could do was train. He still remembered the summoning back at the Hokage’s office, and he still remembered the trust they put in… someone like him. It – as in, the summoning and the duties laid out before the Genin and Academy Students back then – clearly wasn’t intended to include him, since he pretty much snuck his way into the summoning, but they insisted that he held just as much importance as the other young shinobi present that day. Could you blame Take for not believing it at first?
Still, if he disbelieved it, why was he even trying right now? Glaring down the path that led into the last place he remembered hanging out with her by, grabbing the fence with his bare hand as if trying to recover lost memories through the metallic fabric alone. She wanted to explore the Forest of Death with him back then… the forest was known to possess plenty of natural chakra, and who knew how that affected the wildlife that called it home?
He shouldn’t have let her wait. It would’ve been a fun, little adventure… the most he could do now was travel down the path for the both of them. All by his lonesome.
…
“BOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
His heart rose up to his head and nearly burst in shock. All muscles in his body were contracting and releasing for the sole, singular purpose of drawing his mother’s katana, Shokuryū. And yet, the cooling of his blood running through his veins from his heart to his fingertips made him relax again, but it also made him appear shellshocked. The culprit that had scared him in such a childish fashion rolled out of a nearby bush in a deep, hysterical laughing fit. Pink hair atop his head, a plaster on his nose, and a sheathed katana that was left on the ground while this Genin tried to recollect his breath.
“Did you see the look on his face, Akeno?!” the pink-haired boy laughed out, “Told you that jumpscares could help a shinobi! He would’ve been dead at this point! Boy froze up like a statue!”
“…” Another figure leapt down from branches further above, joining the pink-haired boy and helping him back up on his feet with a hand, “Alright, alright, that was pretty good… hey, uhm… are you…?”
Take’s hand was shaking madly. Fingers extended and vibrating, but they also noticed a couple tears trickling down his face. “Uhhhhhhh, w-why are you crying? It was just a prank, a-and to be honest – Momoiro isn’t that good at scaring peop-“
“Hey, what the hell?! Did I make him cry again?! Duuuuuuuuuuuuude, Take-bro, you gotta grow some balls at some point! Otherwise, who knows when some creepy shinobi will-“
“Uhm, Momoiro, I’m getting the creeps… uh, so, uh, have a nice day!” the kunoichi called Akeno said before leaping away from the scene, much to Momoiro’s annoyance. Take slowly wiped the tears off of his face and tried to stop his hand from shaking, not because of some overwhelming fear of being hurt… but the bottomless risk of hurting them.
The shock almost made his body move on its own, and a Nanjirou like him could’ve unsheathed his katana before they could blink. But Take despised needless violence, for to him, such actions only reinforced his incapability and incompetence as a true, professional shinobi. The fact that it took so much willpower to prevent his body from moving on its own was shameful… just shameful… and it brought his shameful self to tears.
But of course, these kids didn’t know, despite having been classmates with Take for over 3 years.
“Oh, c’mon! You scared Akeno away, dipshit!” Momoiro groaned in anger, wiping some dirt off of his pants before gazing over to Take, “… Why’d you even become a shinobi to begin with?! Grow a pair or fuck off!” As if a 180 spin from the previous Take-bro attitude, the pink-haired Genin turned into spite at the very idea that Take ruined his chances at impressing Akeno…
And Take was left to stand in the middle of the woods on his own again… gazing down at the dark floor and its vegetation, wondering why he screwed up things again. He used to be in a team with these guys, but… Momoiro was right, probably. Take was just annoying. A coward. Unstable. No redeeming traits befitting a shinobi…
… But was that really true? Or was it just something that the poor samurai convinced himself to pinpoint a source of his grief? He pondered over it for so long that he genuinely looked like a statue in the middle of the forest, not paying any attention to those around him. The Chūnin who granted him and the two others entrance into the Forest of Death, too, wasn't a supervisor-type... but a sort of 'genius'. A young kid, like the three of them - a friend of the two others, but with a clear issue regarding Take's entire existence. Then again, with the other kids gone, Take might as well have been caught trespassing into dangerous territory without a supervisor at all.
OOC: Forgot to mark, soz
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