“Ugh. Fuck manual labor.”
Ai grunted as he slammed his pick into the ground again, upturning more of the hard, dead soil. He’d been at it for an hour at least, the scholarly boy’s hands now raw from the rough wood of the handle. It was troublesome to say the least, but the boy needed the money. There were still tons of empty spaces on his bookshelves, despite the rapid speed in which his collection was accumulating, and they desperately needed filled. The teenager had come a long way since his first weeks as a student, his index of jutsu growing just a rapidly as his book collection. To say he was hungry for knowledge was an understatement, if anything he was starved for it, picking at the bones of books he had read and re-read, searching for any scrap of information he may have missed. Of course it was a futile endeavor, the bright boy absorbed information like a dry sponge, committing each detail to memory just as quickly as he could read them.
‘Definitely time to get some shopping done.’
Hustling up, Ai brought his pace to an almost irresponsible pitch, hacking and slashing at the dirt feverishly. After a few minutes of this, the winded boy turned to examine his work. The desired area was now fresh, soft dirt, though it still needed tidied up. Tossing his pick aside, the student scooped up his nearby rake and hastened up, smoothing out the rough edges and mounds until everything was neat and orderly.
“What a pain.” The boy uttered, grabbing up his tools and hurrying home to clean up, his mind already on deciding what to buy with his fresh paycheck.
[WC: 283]Ai grunted as he slammed his pick into the ground again, upturning more of the hard, dead soil. He’d been at it for an hour at least, the scholarly boy’s hands now raw from the rough wood of the handle. It was troublesome to say the least, but the boy needed the money. There were still tons of empty spaces on his bookshelves, despite the rapid speed in which his collection was accumulating, and they desperately needed filled. The teenager had come a long way since his first weeks as a student, his index of jutsu growing just a rapidly as his book collection. To say he was hungry for knowledge was an understatement, if anything he was starved for it, picking at the bones of books he had read and re-read, searching for any scrap of information he may have missed. Of course it was a futile endeavor, the bright boy absorbed information like a dry sponge, committing each detail to memory just as quickly as he could read them.
‘Definitely time to get some shopping done.’
Hustling up, Ai brought his pace to an almost irresponsible pitch, hacking and slashing at the dirt feverishly. After a few minutes of this, the winded boy turned to examine his work. The desired area was now fresh, soft dirt, though it still needed tidied up. Tossing his pick aside, the student scooped up his nearby rake and hastened up, smoothing out the rough edges and mounds until everything was neat and orderly.
“What a pain.” The boy uttered, grabbing up his tools and hurrying home to clean up, his mind already on deciding what to buy with his fresh paycheck.
[L-A-Z-Y, I know.]