Dusk was drawing to a close as it followed the setting sun, the sky overlooking the village had become dark with tinges of starlight appearing while the horizon of the ocean still glowed vibrant with hues of fading oranges and reds. Streaks of fading hues of blue and purple connected it all together and made for a rather peaceful looking setting to the day. Although it was past time for Oyochi to have been at home, usually a child whom stuck to the rules set forth every once in awhile he did find himself losing track of time altogether while mentally wandering. Resting upon a smoothed over boulder, his body sitting indian styled and comfortably warm within his kimino his eyes would remain fixated upon two towering wonders. Overlooking the pass were two statues that he had grown up in his short life idealizing, "The Brothers" which were sentinel guardians of Iwagakure's entrance. They were carved to perfection and stood strong to face any adversity that may befall the village of stone. He idealized these monuments in part because within his dreams he wished to do the same with his older sibling. While their age difference was past a decade there were close ties between the two of them particularly surrounding Oyochi's inabilities.
"If only I was normal...my dreams could expand....Oniisama."He was speaking towards the statues, which were in his mind physical imagery of strong brotherhood and the ability of blood to come together. Closing his eyes for a minute the boy took the time to gather his breath, something he constantly and easily would lose throughout the day. Unique to Oyochi, his body was frail and incapable of doing many things that would have been easy for a child his age. Where his bones were not the hardest, nor his lungs and heart the greatest, Oyochi was an enduring poster child for sickness. A fact that made his dreams so much more the realm of fantasy since those dreams revolved solely upon being able to follow his brother's footsteps as a guardian and protector of the village. While physical ailment did not mean one could not go on to be a reputable shinobi, in Oyochi's world he was cursed with a second misfortune of his early birth in the form of an incomplete chakra system. While he did not know the exact details of what that meant given his youth and Iwagakure's medical mistrust, he was aware that his body simply did not produce chakra normally neither did it retain it. Although his body had the capacity to store a large amount of chakra, in realization he only possessed nearly 1/8th the amount a child his age should have at a given time. This is what made his dreams seem like just that and created fruits of doubt and despair within his mind.
Holding both arms around the knees, the boy would lock his body close while his gaze returned their focus on the statues. While tears wanted to form below his eyes they were silently willed back...."Is that to much to ask?". An ocean breeze motioned through causing his long, black hair to flow with the wind all the while the night continued to slowly creep towards the horizon.
