He could smell the books even now, though he was still some distance from the grand library that was the Bibliotheca Conscientiae. With smells often came memories, and this was no exception. Fuu had spent more than few hours in the quiet confines of those walls, and his time there had helped shape him into the man he had become. He felt a sad kind of nostalgia, as melancholy thoughts of his past raced through his mind.
Having no father figure to speak of, and knowing of no other person with his bloodline, he had turned to Kumogakure’s massive library for answers when his Hachiashi blood manifested itself. It was there that he learned of the clan’s techniques, and the different ways to use them. If it hadn’t been for those books, in this place, he would never have become the capable fighter was today. The discoveries had sparked something deep inside him, and his hunger for knowledge would only grow from there.
Though still a block or two away, Fuu could feel the change in atmosphere already. The volume in this neighborhood seemed to be turned down, as if the whole area was built to suppress sound. As a boy he had tested this theory, and his voice had boomed louder than he had ever heard it, earning him many a dirty look and even some chastising remarks. Looking back, he couldn’t help but smile at his own ignorance, a far leap from what he’d grown into. The inhabitants of the area were mostly scholars and shinobi, resulting in the most notable change that greeted him, though in a way it was the most subtle as well.
“Αυτός ο πόλεμος ήταν μια φρικαλεότητα” remarked one man, commenting on a war long over against foes long dead. “Ακόμα κι έτσι, αυτό είχε ως αποτέλεσμα το μεγαλύτερο γένεση του γης σε αιώνες” his companion rebutted as Fuu moved out of earshot. It had taken him years to learn to speak this tongue, but now it was so familiar he often dreamt in it. Of course, this familiarity did not come free, nor was it easy. Fuu had spent months with his head in old, dusty tomes, his eyes growing sore from the strain of reading and his mind exhausted and jumbled. Even then the boy had valued discipline above all other virtues, and there was no deterring him from his goal once had set his mind to it.
The first few weeks had been the worst, the ANBU remembered as he arrived at the building itself, marveling at the masterful structure as he always did before sitting down on one of the steps leading inside. Pulling out a cigarette, he looked back fondly at errors and breakthroughs, his frustrations and his triumphs. Those had been formative times, and Fuu was thankful he had possessed the willpower to learn the language when he did. He could still remember many of the horrors of learning a dead, almost foreign dialect, and could imagine how bad it would be now. Hell, back then he was still learning every day, in fact he had still been working on his grammar and punctuation when he began his second language studies. He had learned two separate sets of rules in roughly the same time span, and that thought alone filled the young man with pride.
‘But there is still something left to learn.’ He thought, as feelings of dissatisfaction came to his mind. He desperately wanted to learn the dialect of his superiors, the classical variant of Kumogakurian, but up until recently he had never considered it as a possibility. It was presumptuous of him to even entertain the idea that he would live long enough to be ranked that highly, so highly you’re entrusted with your nations most guarded secrets. Now, however, it seemed he was on the threshold of being honored with the title of ANBU Elite, which would grant him the right to request to learn the Classical variant.
‘Soon.’ He thought, sitting up and beginning his trek away from the building. Before he could make it off the steps, a young student of the academy bumped into him, stumbling back and fallen to his rear. Grinning from behind his arachnid mask, Fuu reached down and grabbed the young boys arm, pulling him to his feet. “Πηγαίνετε να μάθουν κάτι, παλιόπαιδο, πριν ταΐζετε αράχνες” he growled in a low voice, trying to contain his laughter. The child looked up at him, eyes wide with fear, and managed to stammer out a quiet “S-sorry!” before sprinting up into the Bibliotheca Conscientiae.
[Can I has Vulgar?]
Having no father figure to speak of, and knowing of no other person with his bloodline, he had turned to Kumogakure’s massive library for answers when his Hachiashi blood manifested itself. It was there that he learned of the clan’s techniques, and the different ways to use them. If it hadn’t been for those books, in this place, he would never have become the capable fighter was today. The discoveries had sparked something deep inside him, and his hunger for knowledge would only grow from there.
Though still a block or two away, Fuu could feel the change in atmosphere already. The volume in this neighborhood seemed to be turned down, as if the whole area was built to suppress sound. As a boy he had tested this theory, and his voice had boomed louder than he had ever heard it, earning him many a dirty look and even some chastising remarks. Looking back, he couldn’t help but smile at his own ignorance, a far leap from what he’d grown into. The inhabitants of the area were mostly scholars and shinobi, resulting in the most notable change that greeted him, though in a way it was the most subtle as well.
“Αυτός ο πόλεμος ήταν μια φρικαλεότητα” remarked one man, commenting on a war long over against foes long dead. “Ακόμα κι έτσι, αυτό είχε ως αποτέλεσμα το μεγαλύτερο γένεση του γης σε αιώνες” his companion rebutted as Fuu moved out of earshot. It had taken him years to learn to speak this tongue, but now it was so familiar he often dreamt in it. Of course, this familiarity did not come free, nor was it easy. Fuu had spent months with his head in old, dusty tomes, his eyes growing sore from the strain of reading and his mind exhausted and jumbled. Even then the boy had valued discipline above all other virtues, and there was no deterring him from his goal once had set his mind to it.
The first few weeks had been the worst, the ANBU remembered as he arrived at the building itself, marveling at the masterful structure as he always did before sitting down on one of the steps leading inside. Pulling out a cigarette, he looked back fondly at errors and breakthroughs, his frustrations and his triumphs. Those had been formative times, and Fuu was thankful he had possessed the willpower to learn the language when he did. He could still remember many of the horrors of learning a dead, almost foreign dialect, and could imagine how bad it would be now. Hell, back then he was still learning every day, in fact he had still been working on his grammar and punctuation when he began his second language studies. He had learned two separate sets of rules in roughly the same time span, and that thought alone filled the young man with pride.
‘But there is still something left to learn.’ He thought, as feelings of dissatisfaction came to his mind. He desperately wanted to learn the dialect of his superiors, the classical variant of Kumogakurian, but up until recently he had never considered it as a possibility. It was presumptuous of him to even entertain the idea that he would live long enough to be ranked that highly, so highly you’re entrusted with your nations most guarded secrets. Now, however, it seemed he was on the threshold of being honored with the title of ANBU Elite, which would grant him the right to request to learn the Classical variant.
‘Soon.’ He thought, sitting up and beginning his trek away from the building. Before he could make it off the steps, a young student of the academy bumped into him, stumbling back and fallen to his rear. Grinning from behind his arachnid mask, Fuu reached down and grabbed the young boys arm, pulling him to his feet. “Πηγαίνετε να μάθουν κάτι, παλιόπαιδο, πριν ταΐζετε αράχνες” he growled in a low voice, trying to contain his laughter. The child looked up at him, eyes wide with fear, and managed to stammer out a quiet “S-sorry!” before sprinting up into the Bibliotheca Conscientiae.
[Can I has Vulgar?]