It resounded in his head like a persistent migraine but it wasn’t painful. It was just annoying. He had been to places on his own before, but never like this. He never thought coming to join the academy would have to mean leaving his seafaring life behind, including his father. Even if the old man was technically just a foster parent, he raised him like his own and after living his thirteen years with him, waking up everyday, getting onto the boat, fish, have laughs, have talks, meet friends… it just seemed lonely staring at the wall of his tiny rented apartment now.
With a heavy sigh, Nanashi got to the task of getting out of his futon and setting it aside. He made quick breakfast with bread, put on his green jacket and then left his room. The place was as small as his room back in Port Cirrus-no, perhaps bigger, but it just didn’t feel the same. Adjusting was hard and he had only been in Kumogakure for a month. His old man would probably laugh at how weak his will was compared to how daring he could be when they would sail out into the ocean. Still, it was that same old man who convinced him to join the academy to try and learn more of the world and perhaps himself.
In any case, he had the day to himself and he could worry about the academy tomorrow. For now, he needed to chase away any homesickness or worse, doubts that would eventually drive him to runaway. And the last thing he wants is to come back home a failure. Even if they didn’t share the same blood, even if they bickered more times than a normal family would, he wouldn’t dare to want to disappoint the old man who shared his life with him.
Thus, it was only natural for him to find ways to distract his mind. Most people would want to find solitude, perhaps with nature. He, too, would have probably ran off to the docks and jumped into the sea without hesitation if this was back at Port Cirrus. Sadly, it was not. But if there was something that did remind him of home, it was the loudness of a certain district that reminded him of festivals and the crazy merchant streets of port towns.
Vespasian Colosseum was a bit ways off from his apartment but he found no trouble coming there. Ever since he discovered the place, he realised he was drawn to it more often than not. Perhaps it was the rambunctious crowd that settled inside and watched the show, or the lively shops that filled the outside walls. The first time he was there, he felt like a tourist, simply in awe. The second time, he felt like it was time to explore. Now, losing count how many times he’d returned, he was simply allowing the sounds, the presence of people, and the excitement that came from the fight inside the colosseum to ignite his own adventurous soul that has been quite tame lately.
And he didn’t realised he had stopped in the middle of the crowded street as he looked up to edge of the colosseum wall where the shouts resounded.
Word count: 543
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With a heavy sigh, Nanashi got to the task of getting out of his futon and setting it aside. He made quick breakfast with bread, put on his green jacket and then left his room. The place was as small as his room back in Port Cirrus-no, perhaps bigger, but it just didn’t feel the same. Adjusting was hard and he had only been in Kumogakure for a month. His old man would probably laugh at how weak his will was compared to how daring he could be when they would sail out into the ocean. Still, it was that same old man who convinced him to join the academy to try and learn more of the world and perhaps himself.
In any case, he had the day to himself and he could worry about the academy tomorrow. For now, he needed to chase away any homesickness or worse, doubts that would eventually drive him to runaway. And the last thing he wants is to come back home a failure. Even if they didn’t share the same blood, even if they bickered more times than a normal family would, he wouldn’t dare to want to disappoint the old man who shared his life with him.
Thus, it was only natural for him to find ways to distract his mind. Most people would want to find solitude, perhaps with nature. He, too, would have probably ran off to the docks and jumped into the sea without hesitation if this was back at Port Cirrus. Sadly, it was not. But if there was something that did remind him of home, it was the loudness of a certain district that reminded him of festivals and the crazy merchant streets of port towns.
Vespasian Colosseum was a bit ways off from his apartment but he found no trouble coming there. Ever since he discovered the place, he realised he was drawn to it more often than not. Perhaps it was the rambunctious crowd that settled inside and watched the show, or the lively shops that filled the outside walls. The first time he was there, he felt like a tourist, simply in awe. The second time, he felt like it was time to explore. Now, losing count how many times he’d returned, he was simply allowing the sounds, the presence of people, and the excitement that came from the fight inside the colosseum to ignite his own adventurous soul that has been quite tame lately.
And he didn’t realised he had stopped in the middle of the crowded street as he looked up to edge of the colosseum wall where the shouts resounded.
Word count: 543
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