“You’ll be fine” Those were the words that were Noe was left with by his care taker Shukketsuseinohito, Joukuu. It was an important day for Noe as it was his first in the Kumogakure Academy. He hadn’t slept much last night, and maybe it was because of that lack of sleep that Joukuu told him that. Noe had tried to be normal. He ‘got up’ at the same time, showered the same way, ate the same breakfast and dressed normally. He had made the walk to the academy, quietly.
It was a rather silent of as the sun’s rays peaked through the cloudy. Every couple of minutes, Noe would pull down the black heat insolated shirt that he had on. Each throwing blade, and small dagger that Noe had holster in his jerkin had been carefully shined and sharpened using all the tools that Joukuu had in his house. His wind swept black hair was cut extremely short for the beginning of his new training. His skinny legs were hidden by the large black pants that he wore as he attempted to keep himself warm. Carefully, he adjusted his hat as he turned onto the street the academy was on.
His breath started to quicken as he moved through the mass of parents saying good bye to their children. His blue eyes were focused straight ahead as he moved into the grounds of the academy. It was in that moment where Noe was in awe. Noe had been trained a bit in the ways of killing demons, but never formally train in the arts of jutsu. All he had to train on was other young children from his village, and what would amount to training dummies. A couple of older friends laughed as Noe was pushed aside, which was really the right thing to do as he had stopped in the middle of the pathway, but Noe wouldn’t move still just looking around in almost shock. The small boy from the desert had never seen anything like this let alone from the mountains.
It was a rather silent of as the sun’s rays peaked through the cloudy. Every couple of minutes, Noe would pull down the black heat insolated shirt that he had on. Each throwing blade, and small dagger that Noe had holster in his jerkin had been carefully shined and sharpened using all the tools that Joukuu had in his house. His wind swept black hair was cut extremely short for the beginning of his new training. His skinny legs were hidden by the large black pants that he wore as he attempted to keep himself warm. Carefully, he adjusted his hat as he turned onto the street the academy was on.
His breath started to quicken as he moved through the mass of parents saying good bye to their children. His blue eyes were focused straight ahead as he moved into the grounds of the academy. It was in that moment where Noe was in awe. Noe had been trained a bit in the ways of killing demons, but never formally train in the arts of jutsu. All he had to train on was other young children from his village, and what would amount to training dummies. A couple of older friends laughed as Noe was pushed aside, which was really the right thing to do as he had stopped in the middle of the pathway, but Noe wouldn’t move still just looking around in almost shock. The small boy from the desert had never seen anything like this let alone from the mountains.