Shiori stared intently at the board, the plethora of extracurricular activities making his vision swim. There was so much on offer for the academy students now! Advanced survival; introduction to camouflage; Introduction to Taijutsu; Even elemental basket-weaving (Whatever that was). Shiori had been used to classes and then the occasional tutorial from one of the teachers at the academy when he was a student.
It was why he was back here. Missions had dried up for a bit, and Suo’s wasn’t getting as much foot traffic. The grill had to be hidden for a while as well, it seemed that some angry restaurateurs had formed a ‘Red Oak Watch’, keeping an eye for some upstarts stealing their custom and bad mouthing their businesses. The boys had been forced to run many times from groups of angry chefs carrying the understandable very dangerous weapons a kitchen could provide. There wasn’t much for him to do, so here he was.
His shinobi path had begun to falter. He was doing missions, yes, but none of it felt like the right step. He wasn’t getting stronger. He wasn’t building his name, no longer taking actions that someone in the future would look upon and state “There is when he took the first step towards becoming the great ninja he is today.”
Even though the academy had not had as many...activities on offer as it had in the past, Shiori had at least felt like a ninja here. Classes on jutsu basics, hand-to-hand fighting, and other, more normal subjects to ensure he was a well-rounded individual. He had been focussing on honing his skills, developing, becoming stronger. By being strong, he would be the best ninja, and the best ninja were remembered forever. Immortal.
He turned from the board, seeing nothing. He would have to find some other way to improve himself. His steps took him from the academy, back out into the noon daylight, causing him to squint.
WC: 328
It was why he was back here. Missions had dried up for a bit, and Suo’s wasn’t getting as much foot traffic. The grill had to be hidden for a while as well, it seemed that some angry restaurateurs had formed a ‘Red Oak Watch’, keeping an eye for some upstarts stealing their custom and bad mouthing their businesses. The boys had been forced to run many times from groups of angry chefs carrying the understandable very dangerous weapons a kitchen could provide. There wasn’t much for him to do, so here he was.
His shinobi path had begun to falter. He was doing missions, yes, but none of it felt like the right step. He wasn’t getting stronger. He wasn’t building his name, no longer taking actions that someone in the future would look upon and state “There is when he took the first step towards becoming the great ninja he is today.”
Even though the academy had not had as many...activities on offer as it had in the past, Shiori had at least felt like a ninja here. Classes on jutsu basics, hand-to-hand fighting, and other, more normal subjects to ensure he was a well-rounded individual. He had been focussing on honing his skills, developing, becoming stronger. By being strong, he would be the best ninja, and the best ninja were remembered forever. Immortal.
He turned from the board, seeing nothing. He would have to find some other way to improve himself. His steps took him from the academy, back out into the noon daylight, causing him to squint.
WC: 328