THUD!... A large tome hit the ground before her feet to the surprise of almost everyone else within the immediate area of the library, Chiyoko had extended her reach grabbing the novel leading it to crash to the ground and remove her contemporaries from their studies, a bit of a faux pas. Ultimately she didn't particularly care that her blunder had caused a bit of a stir in the area, if anything the library and it's inhabitants needed a bit of a stir to remove them from their uptight focus over the trivial dribble they found themselves reading into. The book she latched back onto was a piece on the psychological effects of soldiers returning from war, titled: Invisible Wounds of War, she was unaware of the author having been referred by the librarian. She had recently found herself interested in the psychology of the Shinobi lifestyle having just recently attended a class that covered just that, so it seemed natural to her that she did a little research on the matter on her own.
She quietly returned to her seat reading over the back of the book as she sat back, her eyes darted to a stack of four other books she had collected beforehand, all of which she intended to finish within the next two weeks or so. The other works consisted of: A Book of Five Rings, Homeopathic Medicine at home, Self-Reliance, & one finally titled Nature. They all consisted of fairly different subject, one regarded various strategies to use in battle and in life, one instilled the virtues of trusting oneself, and so forth. Chiyoko couldn't help but briefly sigh as her eyes rested upon the books, as with most other days she was struggling with the choice she found before her, either she could sit here read a few hundred pages from a book and do something constructive with her life, or she could follow the far more appealing option of leaving the library and finding some poor sod she could roll for a coin purse before having a few laughs with her family...But she was supposed to be putting these malcontent thoughts to rest, she would soon be a Shinobi and Shinobi didn't 'Roll' people for a few yen. Well they didn't do it in an unofficial sense, anyway.
Life had been hard of late, being the sole child from her family that would be thrust into a career as a Shinobi, it was disconcerting as ever. Though she couldn't help but wonder of the possibilities she would find in her new career, the new challenges she craved to endure and barrel through, perhaps this life would be the one for her? Perhaps. The young Kunoichi found herself looking at the tattoo upon her wrist, the Chrysanthemum that marked her as a Wakahisa and a Yakuza, the following days would prove to challenge her identity, and that was as frightening as anything she had ever dealt with before.
[MFT - 505]
She quietly returned to her seat reading over the back of the book as she sat back, her eyes darted to a stack of four other books she had collected beforehand, all of which she intended to finish within the next two weeks or so. The other works consisted of: A Book of Five Rings, Homeopathic Medicine at home, Self-Reliance, & one finally titled Nature. They all consisted of fairly different subject, one regarded various strategies to use in battle and in life, one instilled the virtues of trusting oneself, and so forth. Chiyoko couldn't help but briefly sigh as her eyes rested upon the books, as with most other days she was struggling with the choice she found before her, either she could sit here read a few hundred pages from a book and do something constructive with her life, or she could follow the far more appealing option of leaving the library and finding some poor sod she could roll for a coin purse before having a few laughs with her family...But she was supposed to be putting these malcontent thoughts to rest, she would soon be a Shinobi and Shinobi didn't 'Roll' people for a few yen. Well they didn't do it in an unofficial sense, anyway.
Life had been hard of late, being the sole child from her family that would be thrust into a career as a Shinobi, it was disconcerting as ever. Though she couldn't help but wonder of the possibilities she would find in her new career, the new challenges she craved to endure and barrel through, perhaps this life would be the one for her? Perhaps. The young Kunoichi found herself looking at the tattoo upon her wrist, the Chrysanthemum that marked her as a Wakahisa and a Yakuza, the following days would prove to challenge her identity, and that was as frightening as anything she had ever dealt with before.
[MFT - 505]