A gentle breeze swept through the fields of the Nimbus Delectatio, rustling grass, flowers, and trees alike as the moon shone through the clouds in the evening sky. The howl of a distant pack of wolves caused meeker fauna to stir, causing a cacophony of panicked squeaks, chirps, and whatnot. After just a few minutes, however, the field these creatures called home grew quiet as they one by one returned to the safety of their burrows and returned to sleep. After all, there was no immediate danger and thus no reason for them to worry.
On serene nights like those, anyone would be hard pressed to be anxious. Perhaps that was why Ginyama Senshiro was there tonight, crouching by a nearby stream and using the water to wash away the stains on his face and his soul. Although it had been several years since Ikari last dominated his own personality, the veteran shinobi took great precautions to not let his emotions build up too much, and this nightly ritual helped to ease the turmoil burdening him.
"This is my village," he started chanting his mantra as he sat down on a nearby rock and closed his eyes. "Without my village, I am nothing."
As he continued to affirm his place among his fellow shinobi, however, something seemed to be missing from what he was saying; although there was some truth to his words, at some level he knew it wasn't a complete truth. Yet he had no idea what was missing. So, after only a minute of meditation, Senshiro stopped with a sigh.
"What am I missing?"
[MFT: 263]
On serene nights like those, anyone would be hard pressed to be anxious. Perhaps that was why Ginyama Senshiro was there tonight, crouching by a nearby stream and using the water to wash away the stains on his face and his soul. Although it had been several years since Ikari last dominated his own personality, the veteran shinobi took great precautions to not let his emotions build up too much, and this nightly ritual helped to ease the turmoil burdening him.
"This is my village," he started chanting his mantra as he sat down on a nearby rock and closed his eyes. "Without my village, I am nothing."
As he continued to affirm his place among his fellow shinobi, however, something seemed to be missing from what he was saying; although there was some truth to his words, at some level he knew it wasn't a complete truth. Yet he had no idea what was missing. So, after only a minute of meditation, Senshiro stopped with a sigh.
"What am I missing?"
[MFT: 263]