The young empath sat in the courtyard of the Bibliotheca with a stack of worn journals. What had started as a simple desire to understand more of his abilities was now a fascination with the writings and anecdotes of the author who wrote under the pseudonym Atrus. Setsu had found the writer compelling and funny, and a genuinely considerate person. The initial few books he had read on the nature of empathic powers were detailed and written in an easy to understand manner, as if they were intended for those who had newly awakened to the ability. But these later writings on chakra theory, sentience of clones and chakra constructs, and the societal norms of summoned foxes were on an entirely different level. Some of the journals weren’t even written in the common tongue and appeared to be inane scribbles on the well-preserved paper.
Setsu set down one of these later journals and slumped back over the bench he was sitting on, lethargy emanating from him. “This is ridiculous. Why in the world does he spend so much time focusing on chakra colors and their meaning? What’s the difference between someone with red chakra and blood-red chakra, anyway? Isn’t it just semantics?” At least my vocabulary is improving.
Maybe he had been spending too much time reading, it was making him bored and irritable. That’s it, I think it’s time for a change of pace. Setsu piled up the journals and carried them carefully back to the attendant on duty outside. He then relocated to one of several stone tables where pairs of library-goers sat playing a variety of games including checkers, shogi, and chess. His table held the latter, thirty-two ornately carved pieces half from the dark blue lapis lazuli that was locally mined, and the other half from moonstone artificially created by enterprising shinobi with the crystal release.
The boy knew the rules, but hadn’t really played much. Rinko hated the game, always complaining about pawns and weird Bear country rules that didn’t make sense. So he never had a partner to play against. He sat on the side of the moonstone pieces and stared silently at passers-by with puppy dog eyes, wordlessly begging someone to come interact with him.
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Feel free to post what you think the board would look like after a few turns. Or we can play chess online! I used https://lichess.org/editor to create the board.
Setsu set down one of these later journals and slumped back over the bench he was sitting on, lethargy emanating from him. “This is ridiculous. Why in the world does he spend so much time focusing on chakra colors and their meaning? What’s the difference between someone with red chakra and blood-red chakra, anyway? Isn’t it just semantics?” At least my vocabulary is improving.
Maybe he had been spending too much time reading, it was making him bored and irritable. That’s it, I think it’s time for a change of pace. Setsu piled up the journals and carried them carefully back to the attendant on duty outside. He then relocated to one of several stone tables where pairs of library-goers sat playing a variety of games including checkers, shogi, and chess. His table held the latter, thirty-two ornately carved pieces half from the dark blue lapis lazuli that was locally mined, and the other half from moonstone artificially created by enterprising shinobi with the crystal release.
The boy knew the rules, but hadn’t really played much. Rinko hated the game, always complaining about pawns and weird Bear country rules that didn’t make sense. So he never had a partner to play against. He sat on the side of the moonstone pieces and stared silently at passers-by with puppy dog eyes, wordlessly begging someone to come interact with him.
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