Shiori stared at the board, the plethora of extracurricular activities making his vision swim. There was so much on offer for the academy students now! Advanced camouflage; introduction to intelligence gathering; Advanced Taijutsu; Even music classes! Shiori had been used to classes and then the occasional tutorial from one of the teachers at the academy when he was a student, but nothing like this. You got what you were given, to have choice was to be lucky.
It was why he was back here. Missions had dried up for a bit, and Suo’s wasn’t getting as much custom as it had been recently. The Red Oak Watch, keeping an eye for the grill Shiori and his friends used to conduct their clandestine sabotage of the food quarter, had been very active recently. The boys had been forced to run many times from groups of angry chefs carrying the understandably very dangerous weapons a kitchen could provide. There wasn’t much for him to do, so here he was.
His shinobi path had begun to falter. He was doing missions, yes, but none of it felt right. He wasn’t getting stronger. He wasn’t building his tale, no longer taking actions that someone in the future would look upon and state “That point is when he took the first step towards becoming the great ninja he is today.”
Even though the academy had not had as many...activities on offer as it had in the past, Shiori had at least felt like a ninja here. Classes on jutsu basics, hand-to-hand fighting, and other, more normal subjects to ensure he was a well-rounded individual. He had been focussing on honing his skills, developing, becoming stronger. By being strong, he would be the best ninja, and the best ninja were remembered forever. Immortal.
He turned from the board, seeing nothing. He would have to find some other way to improve himself. His steps took him from the academy, back out into the harsh daylight, causing him to squint. Maybe Megumareta would be up for a spar, if he wasn’t concocting another scheme, that was.
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It was why he was back here. Missions had dried up for a bit, and Suo’s wasn’t getting as much custom as it had been recently. The Red Oak Watch, keeping an eye for the grill Shiori and his friends used to conduct their clandestine sabotage of the food quarter, had been very active recently. The boys had been forced to run many times from groups of angry chefs carrying the understandably very dangerous weapons a kitchen could provide. There wasn’t much for him to do, so here he was.
His shinobi path had begun to falter. He was doing missions, yes, but none of it felt right. He wasn’t getting stronger. He wasn’t building his tale, no longer taking actions that someone in the future would look upon and state “That point is when he took the first step towards becoming the great ninja he is today.”
Even though the academy had not had as many...activities on offer as it had in the past, Shiori had at least felt like a ninja here. Classes on jutsu basics, hand-to-hand fighting, and other, more normal subjects to ensure he was a well-rounded individual. He had been focussing on honing his skills, developing, becoming stronger. By being strong, he would be the best ninja, and the best ninja were remembered forever. Immortal.
He turned from the board, seeing nothing. He would have to find some other way to improve himself. His steps took him from the academy, back out into the harsh daylight, causing him to squint. Maybe Megumareta would be up for a spar, if he wasn’t concocting another scheme, that was.
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