The Memorial Stone Gardens: a tribute and resting place for the fallen heroes of Konoha. Most children rarely came here except for the visits the Academy students took here at least once, as a sort of pilgrimage to show due reverence to the heroic ninja that came before them, and to gain inspiration to join their ranks. But for Shiren, after coming here once, he had always felt a strong desire to return.
It was as if when he had left the first time, after his own class visited the Gardens, he had been forced to leave too soon. There was a calling, almost; not anything he could actually hear, but some pulling in his heart that brought him back. Not just for the purposes of curiosity about those resting here, or just to contemplate how much Konoha owed them...but...it was as if he had been forced to cut off a conversation that never actually started, when he first left. And in some place in his heart, he knew he had come back to finish that unheard discourse.
Shiren breathed in deeply, his chest filling with autumnal air as he passed through the archway that led to the Gardens. Though the trees of Kitsune Park peppered through the area hid any others that might have come to pay their respects, he somehow felt as though he was not alone.
He wasn't entirely sure what he should actually do, of course, he had just come back on a whim of his mind, a calling in his heart. But, perhaps like how he was told how to train his chakra system by his academy teacher, it'd be best to begin by centering himself.
Finding a tree to sit underneath, he crossed his legs in a lotus and rested his back against it, his green eyes looking around at the grave markers surrounding him as his black hair, verdant coat and patterned, grey scarf fluttered in the forest breeze. Soon, he closed them, opening up his chakra system and just sitting there, feeling the life-giving force flow through his body; he had no idea what he could actually do or find here that had called him so strongly back, but he imagined a little mindfulness and calm would be the best place to start.
It was as if when he had left the first time, after his own class visited the Gardens, he had been forced to leave too soon. There was a calling, almost; not anything he could actually hear, but some pulling in his heart that brought him back. Not just for the purposes of curiosity about those resting here, or just to contemplate how much Konoha owed them...but...it was as if he had been forced to cut off a conversation that never actually started, when he first left. And in some place in his heart, he knew he had come back to finish that unheard discourse.
Shiren breathed in deeply, his chest filling with autumnal air as he passed through the archway that led to the Gardens. Though the trees of Kitsune Park peppered through the area hid any others that might have come to pay their respects, he somehow felt as though he was not alone.
He wasn't entirely sure what he should actually do, of course, he had just come back on a whim of his mind, a calling in his heart. But, perhaps like how he was told how to train his chakra system by his academy teacher, it'd be best to begin by centering himself.
Finding a tree to sit underneath, he crossed his legs in a lotus and rested his back against it, his green eyes looking around at the grave markers surrounding him as his black hair, verdant coat and patterned, grey scarf fluttered in the forest breeze. Soon, he closed them, opening up his chakra system and just sitting there, feeling the life-giving force flow through his body; he had no idea what he could actually do or find here that had called him so strongly back, but he imagined a little mindfulness and calm would be the best place to start.