Ever since he had gotten back to Leaf it was one thing after another. Trying to clean up his son's mess was proving more hassle than he thought. It was just the other day he had a meeting with his son, a training lesson to try and teach him to relax; to keep a calm mind. If he was going to be a medical shinobi after all that was one of the requirements. He wasn't there even a minute before he engulfed himself in flames and was ready for a fight, it was a hard choice as every ounce of Akuma's being wished to knock his son senseless. Dispite the flames covering his body, Akuma placed a hand on his shoulder. The skin and muscle on his hand burning and regrowing all at once but he wanted to try reaching Reoku, which proved fruitless. As Akuma told him that he needed to calm himself and think of others, he went off and proved that he was not ready. Reoku tossed Akuma's hand off of him and just walked away, should he have followed?
Akuma had other matters to deal with that where bigger than what he should or should not do on personal matters. This day he was on call and with his boy's disappearance; Akuma took it upon himself to look after the patients Reoku had. Most of these villagers he was looking after where people hurt from Reoku's own foolishness, and he wanted to be a medical shinobi to heal people? Akuma even thought that he could reach his son, get to him and make him understand, how idiotic of Akuma. Maybe it was a good thing he was gone now, was it?
It wasn't until a nurse came to Akuma, "You've been here long enough. Go relax."
"Where, besides work, training, or raising a boy. I've never done anything really relaxing." Replied Akuma.
"I like to go to the hot springs." The idea was not a bad one, all the time in the village he had never gone, why not. Take a short dip into hot water to relax his nerves. Before he, like Reoku blew up and lost control.
Getting to the hot springs, Akuma looked around and noticed how few people where actually there. That may have been for the best, Akuma was not very sociable on a good day let alone the day after his son left, and he had spent over twenty four hours cleaning up his messes at the hospital. He signed himself in and paying whatever due's where required of him to spend time here. Undressing down into a towel covering his lower waist, showing the impossible to count scars that littered his body. Going in and seeing no one with him, lowering himself into the hot water with a long relaxing sigh, "First job as a tutor and my student left, disappearing without a trace.... could have been worse." He said chuckling to himself, running his hand over the slight beard he was keeping to try it out, trimmed short and kept neat; he had to look professional after all.
[MFT: 520]
Akuma had other matters to deal with that where bigger than what he should or should not do on personal matters. This day he was on call and with his boy's disappearance; Akuma took it upon himself to look after the patients Reoku had. Most of these villagers he was looking after where people hurt from Reoku's own foolishness, and he wanted to be a medical shinobi to heal people? Akuma even thought that he could reach his son, get to him and make him understand, how idiotic of Akuma. Maybe it was a good thing he was gone now, was it?
It wasn't until a nurse came to Akuma, "You've been here long enough. Go relax."
"Where, besides work, training, or raising a boy. I've never done anything really relaxing." Replied Akuma.
"I like to go to the hot springs." The idea was not a bad one, all the time in the village he had never gone, why not. Take a short dip into hot water to relax his nerves. Before he, like Reoku blew up and lost control.
Getting to the hot springs, Akuma looked around and noticed how few people where actually there. That may have been for the best, Akuma was not very sociable on a good day let alone the day after his son left, and he had spent over twenty four hours cleaning up his messes at the hospital. He signed himself in and paying whatever due's where required of him to spend time here. Undressing down into a towel covering his lower waist, showing the impossible to count scars that littered his body. Going in and seeing no one with him, lowering himself into the hot water with a long relaxing sigh, "First job as a tutor and my student left, disappearing without a trace.... could have been worse." He said chuckling to himself, running his hand over the slight beard he was keeping to try it out, trimmed short and kept neat; he had to look professional after all.
[MFT: 520]