Prison was not what had bothered him over the past moons. Time having been lost to him as beneath the ground within Konoha's true prison the notion of days were lost the mere moment one was brought there. Even the loss of days, weeks or maybe months was not detrimental on his thought process unlike his own conversations of the mind. Considering there was little effort from him to adjust to prison life in the peer association category, Yo had spent his time completely isolated from others by choice. Much was due to him having to completely reevaluate what he knew, what he was told, and what he perceived the world was structured around. Through it all there was only one real conclusion that he could make and it was one that was as basic and primal as they could come. Equality was false in all it's pretenses.
There was an audible sound of thumping resonating through the causeway which was littered with cells on both sides. Each cell designed in such a way that nothing done within could not be seen by either guards making their rounds or other prisoners within cells across the way. The thumping, which came from his cell was due to his fist constantly being thrown into his rolled up bed mattress. Strike after strike after strike, a daily routine that could last hours on end as a way to mask his personal frustrations with his situation as well as keep his body up. It was far easier within these walls and constant watch for many to forget about their bodies and it was something he had seen within first hand. That would not be his case and although the prison had sealed off their ability to manipulate chakra, that had no effect on basic workouts. With sweat dripping from his skin, his focus remained intently on striking the mattress, each punch carrying conflicted emotions.
"How much time has even passed I wonder. Though I guess I shouldn't think to much on it, regardless I am where I should be"
There was no sugarcoating his situation even from his mind least he start to believe his own thoughts. He was here for a justified reason and there would be no point in antagonizing over whatever sentence he had. Something gave when he was defeated at the gates, but it was not his will or strength but rather his perception of the truth that the world was built upon.
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There was an audible sound of thumping resonating through the causeway which was littered with cells on both sides. Each cell designed in such a way that nothing done within could not be seen by either guards making their rounds or other prisoners within cells across the way. The thumping, which came from his cell was due to his fist constantly being thrown into his rolled up bed mattress. Strike after strike after strike, a daily routine that could last hours on end as a way to mask his personal frustrations with his situation as well as keep his body up. It was far easier within these walls and constant watch for many to forget about their bodies and it was something he had seen within first hand. That would not be his case and although the prison had sealed off their ability to manipulate chakra, that had no effect on basic workouts. With sweat dripping from his skin, his focus remained intently on striking the mattress, each punch carrying conflicted emotions.
"How much time has even passed I wonder. Though I guess I shouldn't think to much on it, regardless I am where I should be"
There was no sugarcoating his situation even from his mind least he start to believe his own thoughts. He was here for a justified reason and there would be no point in antagonizing over whatever sentence he had. Something gave when he was defeated at the gates, but it was not his will or strength but rather his perception of the truth that the world was built upon.
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