Silence. One of the best parts of the day, the best feelings you could feel after getting a work up through the day. Hustle and bustle of the workforce in rebuilding the life that he would hold strongly for the future of this land. This was... Yasu's land, or rather this was a land created in which Yasu loved very deeply. He claimed his home with every fiber of his being and held true the thoughts of hsi forefathers before him from which they created these lands and these peoples. Sitting atop the mountain overlooking his home, this was indeed an opportunity to look back at everything that made him into the budding man he was to become.
His thoughts ringing in, and raining upon him as he continued to sit within the ANBU Garbs of his established persona. 'Chinmoku' Or 'Silence' was his key name and it was by the laws of this land that he would begin to live without the fears that proceeded his youth. Even as he looked down upon the hand that had been forcefully amputated at a tender young age, he would smile from behind his mask being ready for those challenges that would continue to come his way. The ability to overcome any obstacle, and the fervor to push through for the future would be seemingly unmatched with the peers that he'd met thus far.
Seeking within himself the more, wondering what else he could do to push this village to more prosperity, this young man felt as if he was bound to ANBU, tethered to duty above all else and privileged with a sort of inclination that he could live behind this mask, and be someone else without it. A man with the ability to change the stars if he set out to do such a thing... Hell, he could alter the moon with enough force, to create a peace and tranquility that seemingly would go beyond those childish ideologies of those academy years.
"...What can I do..."
So there he would sit... awaiting fate to intervene on his life for once. Maybe he would find the answers within himself to be better than he'd ever known himself to be. Maybe he would find some dark secrets that he'd never known. All in all, as Yasu kicked a rock over the ledge watching it fall over the suspended rocks and carved granite, the ultimate notion of Shinobi-hood would surface from deep within. 'Am I doing all I can to make the people around me safer? Or am I becoming complacent...', troubling thoughts... troubling indeed.