Kubitsuki walked through the Aseculapium, anger tinging in his eyes. Years he kept on trying, but none would accept it not because he was him, but because of his damned bloodline! His parents were threats who had to be taken down, and their shame still was embedded into him like the ashes of war. He has harmed not a single person yet on purpose, if he simply ignored when he was demanded to do so in his academy days. Now he hurt people to make them better, but even after all these years he was still not damned trusted. He thought around the box, in the box, between the box, but it always had to revolve around his core of emotion. He desired to just get this over with, and hopefully not get to pissed off to break something, or someone.
He held the ancient paper in his palm, and the paper's ink seemed to have aged so well that they were one and the same instead of one in the other. Kubitsuki walked straight up to the front desk, his eyes showing off his Rinnegan. The amber eyes screamed of his hatred and annoyance, yet held together by something deeper. He snarled, before saying, "...Kinjutsu Form 2.2, I wish to get mine approved for the 32nd time..." His teeth were nearly piercing through his tounge, holding back the need to break something. This was all so stupid, so useless! He earned a gift by himself, and now his own fucking village was punishing him unless he does paper work? He was a ninja, he did missions, and paper work was for others! They gave words, they gave orders, and he gave action. He was the tool that was supposed to be used by the Raikage and this wonderful land for it's holiness and justice, not for doing paper work and being accused of murder by the damned law.
He held the ancient paper in his palm, and the paper's ink seemed to have aged so well that they were one and the same instead of one in the other. Kubitsuki walked straight up to the front desk, his eyes showing off his Rinnegan. The amber eyes screamed of his hatred and annoyance, yet held together by something deeper. He snarled, before saying, "...Kinjutsu Form 2.2, I wish to get mine approved for the 32nd time..." His teeth were nearly piercing through his tounge, holding back the need to break something. This was all so stupid, so useless! He earned a gift by himself, and now his own fucking village was punishing him unless he does paper work? He was a ninja, he did missions, and paper work was for others! They gave words, they gave orders, and he gave action. He was the tool that was supposed to be used by the Raikage and this wonderful land for it's holiness and justice, not for doing paper work and being accused of murder by the damned law.