Water. There was something oddly calming about it, not just mentally but also physically for Daisuke. The longer he was away from it the more discomfort he felt from within, it was strange to say the least but it was a feeling present since before the Minamoto boy could remember. Yet this did not phase him on his walk back from the hot springs. Since his admittance to the academy, the hot springs of Konoha had become his second favourite place to visit. The warmth of the water caused the boy to find an inner sense of relaxation that differed from his regular hyper-aware self. However, now he was out of the hot springs his purposeful observance of everything in his environment returned.
The day itself wasn’t quite over, the setting sun and retreating wildlife said as much. Instead of taking his regular route home, Daisuke found himself wandering through the streets of Konoha with no interest in returning to see his parents. This was not for lack of wanting to see them, but rather this evening seemed to be something worth exploring. It wasn’t often that he got time to spend alone to reflect on the village he was born into. None of his family members were originally from Konoha yet they all still seemed to call it home. Daisuke brought a hand up to press against the tattoo of the Minamoto clan under his right eye. In reality the division between villages confused the Minamoto boy, if his family was anything to go by then surely nationality wasn’t all that important, especially not worth the lives that had been lost establishing the different villages and their territories.
If he were to show his emotions then Daisuke would have sighed at the thought, but this was not the way of the shinobi in his eyes. No. A shinobi should be void of emotions and practicing such a skill constantly would enable the blonde boy to become an exemplary shinobi. As his training demanded, the boy stayed silent with a blank expression on his face. Every now and then his eyes scanned his environment, his awareness was second to none at the academy. Or so he thought. But hey, it was something to take some kind of pride in.
Despite his thoughts, Daisuke walked on. It was time to get to know his home properly.
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The day itself wasn’t quite over, the setting sun and retreating wildlife said as much. Instead of taking his regular route home, Daisuke found himself wandering through the streets of Konoha with no interest in returning to see his parents. This was not for lack of wanting to see them, but rather this evening seemed to be something worth exploring. It wasn’t often that he got time to spend alone to reflect on the village he was born into. None of his family members were originally from Konoha yet they all still seemed to call it home. Daisuke brought a hand up to press against the tattoo of the Minamoto clan under his right eye. In reality the division between villages confused the Minamoto boy, if his family was anything to go by then surely nationality wasn’t all that important, especially not worth the lives that had been lost establishing the different villages and their territories.
If he were to show his emotions then Daisuke would have sighed at the thought, but this was not the way of the shinobi in his eyes. No. A shinobi should be void of emotions and practicing such a skill constantly would enable the blonde boy to become an exemplary shinobi. As his training demanded, the boy stayed silent with a blank expression on his face. Every now and then his eyes scanned his environment, his awareness was second to none at the academy. Or so he thought. But hey, it was something to take some kind of pride in.
Despite his thoughts, Daisuke walked on. It was time to get to know his home properly.
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