Power.
It's one of the many aspects that Namazu chases with fervor. It's not for the sake of having it to just have it, you might even say it's not for a justly cause, although he does take a great deal of pride in being a Kumogakure shinobi and an upstanding citizen. He wants power for the purpose to grip the controls to his fate and his life. He attains power to one day smite the enemies that dare threaten the peace of his village. Power cements legacy and legacies inspire future generations. In most situations power was a selfish ambition, but then at times selfish ambitions served as selflessness to a acute degree.
Yet here and now, wasn't about the deeper meanings of life and philosophical goals. Naw right now was about that cup of Joe! To be more specific, on this chilly nighttide at the Shinobi Cafe. Namazu was concerned about his Cafe Mocha being processed as ordered to his stipulations. His 5' 10" form would stand patiently meters from the outdoor vendor with that intense chilled demeanor that typically draped his physical atmosphere. Hands tucked firmly into his black bubble jacket more for the aura of swag than for warmth as Kyoujouran hide was more than capable to battle against the slight cool temperatures. Straight leg blue jeans covered his walking things and a fresh pair of Tims(timberland boots) enveloped his feet. Was he stylishly killing the game....Hell yeah, but a down to earth humility was still present.
He was up and didn't plan on going to sleep anytime soon.
That's all that could be given about the current situation, but his earpiece was hidden by the olive green unshanka that nested on top of his dome. You never knew when duty would call as a Anbu or in this case Ayumu, so as a AiT, Namazu practiced a good habit to always wear his earpiece at all times. Now to him it would be WAY more sweeter if the Anbu had a different system like a bat signal, but then the genin only assumed something like that was either impractical or far too expensive to setup.
It was after his random thoughts left center stage that his male teenage hormone powers would tingle. From behind his onyx frames with a cursory glance his brown orbs spotted a P.Y.T.
'Wow, she's cute.' It was a fleeting thought initially that snowballed quickly into something else as he found his confidence arrogance urging him to say something.
"Yo...Of all the beautiful curves on your body, your smile is my favorite." Namazu was curious and nervous as he awaited a response, as he banked on his glasses to be disarming.
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It's one of the many aspects that Namazu chases with fervor. It's not for the sake of having it to just have it, you might even say it's not for a justly cause, although he does take a great deal of pride in being a Kumogakure shinobi and an upstanding citizen. He wants power for the purpose to grip the controls to his fate and his life. He attains power to one day smite the enemies that dare threaten the peace of his village. Power cements legacy and legacies inspire future generations. In most situations power was a selfish ambition, but then at times selfish ambitions served as selflessness to a acute degree.
Yet here and now, wasn't about the deeper meanings of life and philosophical goals. Naw right now was about that cup of Joe! To be more specific, on this chilly nighttide at the Shinobi Cafe. Namazu was concerned about his Cafe Mocha being processed as ordered to his stipulations. His 5' 10" form would stand patiently meters from the outdoor vendor with that intense chilled demeanor that typically draped his physical atmosphere. Hands tucked firmly into his black bubble jacket more for the aura of swag than for warmth as Kyoujouran hide was more than capable to battle against the slight cool temperatures. Straight leg blue jeans covered his walking things and a fresh pair of Tims(timberland boots) enveloped his feet. Was he stylishly killing the game....Hell yeah, but a down to earth humility was still present.
He was up and didn't plan on going to sleep anytime soon.
That's all that could be given about the current situation, but his earpiece was hidden by the olive green unshanka that nested on top of his dome. You never knew when duty would call as a Anbu or in this case Ayumu, so as a AiT, Namazu practiced a good habit to always wear his earpiece at all times. Now to him it would be WAY more sweeter if the Anbu had a different system like a bat signal, but then the genin only assumed something like that was either impractical or far too expensive to setup.
It was after his random thoughts left center stage that his male teenage hormone powers would tingle. From behind his onyx frames with a cursory glance his brown orbs spotted a P.Y.T.
'Wow, she's cute.' It was a fleeting thought initially that snowballed quickly into something else as he found his confidence arrogance urging him to say something.
"Yo...Of all the beautiful curves on your body, your smile is my favorite." Namazu was curious and nervous as he awaited a response, as he banked on his glasses to be disarming.
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