Arisato realized how ridiculous it was for a fire country native that had a firm handle on the language while speaking whilst knowing the basics of the other countries languages, and some of the basics of their written languages too, but not his own because his damned globetrotting thieving father never bothered to teach him how with him constantly saying things like "You don't need to be able to read how much something is word, and nothing else really matters" or "Reading simply slows you down and that's what gets you caught", and Arisato bought into it wholeheartedly and now he was stuck in a library of the one village that were able to catch to him and his Dad, well catch up to him since his father had ran without even leaving Arisato a word of warning.
Just thinking back on how stupid he had been to continue to believe in his father even years after being abandoned by him, and being stuff in an orphanage with absurdly uptight matrons that essentially ignored his every need save for anything taht was an absolute necessity for him, like food and water, but not an education apparently. Even though they knew he'd be forced into the academy, it's what kept the ex-thief out of jail,where he'd have to read a written language he knew practically nothing of. So to remedy that he's been trying to break past it for a long while now with little successes sprinkled throughout the experience, and he was well on his way to be able to read second year material despite being thirteen.
His method of learning to was individually learning the words in the single sentence of a children's book, which tended to have shorter sentences and pictures, and then attempt to understand what the words mean by saying it aloud to himself, since he could speak it and knew how to speak properly he just didn't understand what any of the characters in the writing meant, until he felt his cobalt blue eyes drift off into boredom as he grew tempted to just stand in a mirror and analyze why his jet black tousled neck length hair would only naturally coverthe right side of the upper part of his face instead of the entirety of it whenever he took of his slim red headband that held back a nest that a bird would kill for.
Realizing that his thoughts were beginning to stray he set down the book "Animals and their Colors perfect for your special little readers", before he began to cover his eyes with his right palm before letting out a groan of frustration out of not being able to read half of a sentence that described what color a pig was, and that he only had a clue what it meant because of the pictures. After taking a few moments of him blearily staring at the pale complexion of his hand in an attempt to keep the stupid words away.
He felt the desire to just curl up in his black hoodie pull up his hoodie zip it all the way up, instead of his usual halfway up, to cover his red undershirt, and stuff his hands into his black jeans with the blue trim's pockets and just stare at his dark blue converse so that he'd have some semblance of protection from the heat after having lit a million copies of this stupid book aflame with the author as the kindling. Ugh he shouldn't have stayed up so late practicing his calligraphy now he was irritated with the mere thought of words.
'Oh by some divine deity's gracious will please send me someone that can actually read' he jokingly prayed to himself in his head before resignation took over him once more as he prepared his eyes to cause the pig's cartoony mocking empty smile that had been taunting him for the last half hour, and his friends that had put him through similar pain, to be set aflame.
Just thinking back on how stupid he had been to continue to believe in his father even years after being abandoned by him, and being stuff in an orphanage with absurdly uptight matrons that essentially ignored his every need save for anything taht was an absolute necessity for him, like food and water, but not an education apparently. Even though they knew he'd be forced into the academy, it's what kept the ex-thief out of jail,where he'd have to read a written language he knew practically nothing of. So to remedy that he's been trying to break past it for a long while now with little successes sprinkled throughout the experience, and he was well on his way to be able to read second year material despite being thirteen.
His method of learning to was individually learning the words in the single sentence of a children's book, which tended to have shorter sentences and pictures, and then attempt to understand what the words mean by saying it aloud to himself, since he could speak it and knew how to speak properly he just didn't understand what any of the characters in the writing meant, until he felt his cobalt blue eyes drift off into boredom as he grew tempted to just stand in a mirror and analyze why his jet black tousled neck length hair would only naturally coverthe right side of the upper part of his face instead of the entirety of it whenever he took of his slim red headband that held back a nest that a bird would kill for.
Realizing that his thoughts were beginning to stray he set down the book "Animals and their Colors perfect for your special little readers", before he began to cover his eyes with his right palm before letting out a groan of frustration out of not being able to read half of a sentence that described what color a pig was, and that he only had a clue what it meant because of the pictures. After taking a few moments of him blearily staring at the pale complexion of his hand in an attempt to keep the stupid words away.
He felt the desire to just curl up in his black hoodie pull up his hoodie zip it all the way up, instead of his usual halfway up, to cover his red undershirt, and stuff his hands into his black jeans with the blue trim's pockets and just stare at his dark blue converse so that he'd have some semblance of protection from the heat after having lit a million copies of this stupid book aflame with the author as the kindling. Ugh he shouldn't have stayed up so late practicing his calligraphy now he was irritated with the mere thought of words.
'Oh by some divine deity's gracious will please send me someone that can actually read' he jokingly prayed to himself in his head before resignation took over him once more as he prepared his eyes to cause the pig's cartoony mocking empty smile that had been taunting him for the last half hour, and his friends that had put him through similar pain, to be set aflame.