Simply put, this was the idea that Tamashii would be able to figure out a sense of... justice. The notion that all he did was pencil pushing desk work was wrong. He was trying to get himself back into shape for a comeback as a shinobi. There was little left to the imagination as he worked his body endlessly around the village, taking morning runs and lifting weights much more than he used to... though the physique he was looking for was not one of bulk and mass, but lean and muscularly toned. Much more than he was before. He knew that if things happened to get out of hand in the coming months he would have to step in... and now taking a break from all of that Tamashii went to the Grounds of the Academy to send out paperwork to all Students that needed a class that counted towards their graduation.
On the edge of the railing Tamashii, right hand and advisor to the Hokage, leaning against the cold morning bar, awaiting the kids to enter. This would most certainly be a spectacle of sorts he didnt seek any children in particular, maybe someone that entered would catch his eye. Who knew... It didnt at all matter though, he wanted to help out since he'd come out of his mourning stage. He had to carry on and float on. Life as he knew it wouldnt be the same but it came as no surprise that a shinobi would lose a friend... whether in the line of duty or because of secret dealings that always seemed to be the case. Everyone was such an edgelord these days... it really got to Tamashii... so many people with horrendous backgrounds. He could barely choose who was what and when and how... so much failing at the basic policing level that Tamashii would have to consider Yomi's temporary stint of the Main Policing force... as it seemed ANBU and Medical were pulling all the weight in the village... as per usual.
'Oh well...' Tama thought as he puffed on his cancer stick. He'd picked up the habit to ease his stress... who knew there might be a better way than that to do it... but he didnt have time to Yoga. Or anything else... This was simple and easy.
[Class rules will be given in my next post]
On the edge of the railing Tamashii, right hand and advisor to the Hokage, leaning against the cold morning bar, awaiting the kids to enter. This would most certainly be a spectacle of sorts he didnt seek any children in particular, maybe someone that entered would catch his eye. Who knew... It didnt at all matter though, he wanted to help out since he'd come out of his mourning stage. He had to carry on and float on. Life as he knew it wouldnt be the same but it came as no surprise that a shinobi would lose a friend... whether in the line of duty or because of secret dealings that always seemed to be the case. Everyone was such an edgelord these days... it really got to Tamashii... so many people with horrendous backgrounds. He could barely choose who was what and when and how... so much failing at the basic policing level that Tamashii would have to consider Yomi's temporary stint of the Main Policing force... as it seemed ANBU and Medical were pulling all the weight in the village... as per usual.
'Oh well...' Tama thought as he puffed on his cancer stick. He'd picked up the habit to ease his stress... who knew there might be a better way than that to do it... but he didnt have time to Yoga. Or anything else... This was simple and easy.
[Class rules will be given in my next post]