The street lights were as bright as ever despite it being sunrise in the world above while a child below walked through the lit up streets looking around with his head held high in sheer curiosity. The boy had seldom seen such grand designs of light-work that allowed shops to beckon at you with colors, and only in the Fire Country. Just as well he had also rarely seen such generosity from the people that took him in.
From day one he had clothes. It was one think that these Sunan people had a love for and that was in clothing. The suit a tailor gave him, promising it was made from cheap material and thus no charge, felt like anything but cheap. It had class and style promising the boy that this year, the second and tenth year of his life, was going to be far more promising than the past eleven. If the clothes hadn’t been enough the village personally saw that his mother was given a moderate home in a good neighborhood, food, and a wave on the first two months of bills; in return all Tama had to do was join the academy. Apparently someone had found great potential in the boy simply by looking at him.
Now here he was. A doctor’s full body exam, a shot here, a pair of glasses there, and he had arrived. His eyes gazed up through the glasses perched on his nose as he tilted his head back to look up at the great looming building that stood before him. This was the academy…this is where his life would be forever altered into the role that he was to be fit into.
And so he turned around. To see an entire stampede of children running in his direction.
Panicked, Tama turned around and made a bee-line sprint for the doors. As he reached them and pushed them open a plethora of different colored skin, hair, and eyes assailed him from all sides as they pushed and shoved all heading in different directions as their schedule bound minds starting going down a checklist of places to be. The terrified new kid was doing his best simply to stay out of the path of all the random people that darted, shoved, and walked nearly over him. By the time he reached what he thought was the safety of the front desk his hair was disheveled and his clothes were bunched up in places. The female attendant behind the desk looked down at him with a quirked eyebrow and an equally quirked grin as she shook her head,
“New, huh?”
“How could you tell…” Tama said with a light tone of sarcasm inherited from his mother.
“I’d say it’s that ‘I just got crowd raped’ look you got going, but let’s just say I have good intuition. Anywho, here is your class schedule prep guide. Just give it a look through, check off anything that looks interesting, and hand it back in and we’ll have you a schedule prepared in an hour.”
The guide traded hands.
It was this moment that Tama would come to remember with the most fondest, as it was this moment that would lead him to become the crazy guy he was destined to become. Opening that first page and staring down at the appendix of all the different lessons was like magic. He flipped through the pages landing on the things he found interesting – Modern Machinery, Beginners Medical Training, Starter’s Taijutsu, Ninjutsu, and Genjutsu training, Sunagakure History 1, The Study of Secret Techniques…the list went on. A pen had magically appeared in Tama’s hand and with a quick stroke of his wrist checks were going everywhere.
Five minutes later the boy strolled up to the desk clerk and handed in his guide to be checked. A pale look came over the woman’s face that was followed by a near mocking laugh as she turned and gave the book to a guy working at an inner desk behind her; his face reflected the clerk’s.
“Its…probably going to take more than an hour to fix this one up. If you want the library is just down the hall on your right…good luck by the way.”
From day one he had clothes. It was one think that these Sunan people had a love for and that was in clothing. The suit a tailor gave him, promising it was made from cheap material and thus no charge, felt like anything but cheap. It had class and style promising the boy that this year, the second and tenth year of his life, was going to be far more promising than the past eleven. If the clothes hadn’t been enough the village personally saw that his mother was given a moderate home in a good neighborhood, food, and a wave on the first two months of bills; in return all Tama had to do was join the academy. Apparently someone had found great potential in the boy simply by looking at him.
Now here he was. A doctor’s full body exam, a shot here, a pair of glasses there, and he had arrived. His eyes gazed up through the glasses perched on his nose as he tilted his head back to look up at the great looming building that stood before him. This was the academy…this is where his life would be forever altered into the role that he was to be fit into.
And so he turned around. To see an entire stampede of children running in his direction.
Panicked, Tama turned around and made a bee-line sprint for the doors. As he reached them and pushed them open a plethora of different colored skin, hair, and eyes assailed him from all sides as they pushed and shoved all heading in different directions as their schedule bound minds starting going down a checklist of places to be. The terrified new kid was doing his best simply to stay out of the path of all the random people that darted, shoved, and walked nearly over him. By the time he reached what he thought was the safety of the front desk his hair was disheveled and his clothes were bunched up in places. The female attendant behind the desk looked down at him with a quirked eyebrow and an equally quirked grin as she shook her head,
“New, huh?”
“How could you tell…” Tama said with a light tone of sarcasm inherited from his mother.
“I’d say it’s that ‘I just got crowd raped’ look you got going, but let’s just say I have good intuition. Anywho, here is your class schedule prep guide. Just give it a look through, check off anything that looks interesting, and hand it back in and we’ll have you a schedule prepared in an hour.”
The guide traded hands.
It was this moment that Tama would come to remember with the most fondest, as it was this moment that would lead him to become the crazy guy he was destined to become. Opening that first page and staring down at the appendix of all the different lessons was like magic. He flipped through the pages landing on the things he found interesting – Modern Machinery, Beginners Medical Training, Starter’s Taijutsu, Ninjutsu, and Genjutsu training, Sunagakure History 1, The Study of Secret Techniques…the list went on. A pen had magically appeared in Tama’s hand and with a quick stroke of his wrist checks were going everywhere.
Five minutes later the boy strolled up to the desk clerk and handed in his guide to be checked. A pale look came over the woman’s face that was followed by a near mocking laugh as she turned and gave the book to a guy working at an inner desk behind her; his face reflected the clerk’s.
“Its…probably going to take more than an hour to fix this one up. If you want the library is just down the hall on your right…good luck by the way.”