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Satoru NaraMissing-Nin (D-rank)
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Summoning Contract : Salamanders of Rain Country
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 10650
Hit the Books
Fri Oct 21, 2016 3:06 pm
Shiro is static as he opens the doors of the village library. His hands rise to rest upon the smooth wood and his arms push forward. From the growing crack through the center of the doorway, cool wind rushes past his clothes and open skin. In the past, this would be unexpected and Shiro might be made alert to the slight but sudden temperature change immediately. Instead, he expects and welcomes the familiar happening as he has previously dreamt of finally being present in the village once more. All previously uncomfortable or unfavored daily occurrences are welcomed, embraced into his experience of reuniting with the people whom he knows well.
The doors spread completely and Shiro walks in as they turn back to quietly close on their own. Shiro’s body accustoms to the air-conditioned environment quickly and seamlessly. As he walks through the hallways, searching for a favorable table by a window with sunlight shining through it. At the same time, he keeps a mental note of the section of the library and the shelf in which he will find the book that he seeks. Without delay, an acceptable seat is found. The table is clear of obstructions besides a lamp and no chairs are occupied. Light illuminates dust particles in the line of the window as they move across the rays.
Seeing this opening as favorable, Shiro turns and makes his way towards a chair closest to the main hallway he is coming from so that he might set the black notebook in his right hand down and save his place. Within the silver metal spiral of the notebook, a pencil is kept as Shiro anticipates requiring to write any information that he has not acquired from observing Tengakure previously. From there, he moves away from the illuminated table and towards the shelt parallel to it. This requires him to walk across the main hallway and into the next section. No table is present here, only four chairs set up so that two are on either side of the window in the wall directly across from the mirror above Shiro’s table.
A ladder leans against the shelf and reaches up to half of its height, 10 meters. At the ladders midpoint, its upper section meets the lower section, overlapping it. The mechanisms for unlocking and lengthening the ladder are easy to understand for one who must frequently locate and obtain books in the building. Being one of those ones, Shiro walks up and very simply lengthens the ladder to suit his needs, reaching a height of 15 meters. At this level, Shiro expects to find the book he has in mind.
Emotions are almost nonexistent in Shiro, having resolved to work on embracing his feelings on matters rather than attempting to change or avoid them. He entered the village without trouble, being recognized as a shinobi working for Hoshigakure, but did not give a smile greet to the ninja working as guard that morning. His travels between Moon Country and Haven Country allowed him ample time to think and to plan. After deciding to become one with his emotions, the two days of travel that followed were dedicated entirely to understanding his anger. For the most part, though, no embracing took place. Rather, Shiro simply dug into the reasoning as to why he feels the way he does about Tengakure’s destruction. This evaluation has left him more calm than disdainful. While the hate is still within him, the flames of fury have been temporarily serenaded into relative peace. The opinions he holds, however, continue to exist unchanged. Shiro knows completely well that his tranquility that comes from understanding one’s anger does not last. With more time, he believes that more than mere understanding will be attainable; oneness will be found.
These thoughts swim around within his mind and Shiro leans on them to give him reason to be more unfeeling and changeless in his emotions. As he ascends the ladder, climbing its rungs to reach the shelf level with his book in it, nothing of what he plans to look for or what he will find comes up into his mind. He concentrates instead on the immediate now. Even as he touches the large volume and removes it from its position, the look of its cover does not reignite his tension with what the world is evidently capable of.
Shiro then descends the ladder and causes it to creak as he places one foot after another onto the rungs below him. His right hand grips the side bar for support as his left hand holds his retrieved book. Upon reaching the floor, Shiro uses his open right hand to readjust the ladder to a height of 10 meters, the way he found it, and locks the mechanisms. After restoring its position, Shiro proceeds to make his way back towards his table and seat. He passes through the main hallway before arriving at the clear section of table that his black notebook is set upon. There, he takes his seat and places the book in his left hand down onto the surface in front of him. While some of the texts within the library are cloaked with dust due to a lack of use, this particular item shows no signs of neglect.
“Record of Recent History.” Shiro whispers, reading the title and running his right fingers across the gold, indented words of the leather cover. Both ends of the book are of brown leather, clean and smooth. “Volume Four.”
Shiro wastes no time, lifting the front leather cover of the text and flipping through pages. His eyes scan over quick images and some scattered words as the pages flip away. Nowhere on the white slices is the name “Tengakure” flashed so that Shiro recognizes it but is searching for no such sign. Instead, his destination is the index located at the back of the reading material. There, Shiro slows his page flipping until his hands moves to lift one slice of paper at a time. From the beginning of the index, at “A”, he looks only into the upper righthand corner to watch the letter change. Continuously, “A” becomes “B” and “B” becomes “F” until the section that will contain the keyword Shiro searches for is reached.
His hand ceases to move at the sight of “T” in the upper righthand corner of the right page. Shiro, having found himself close to the beginning of the section, takes the first word he locates so as to understand just where he is in the index. The word he finds is “Tsukuyomi”, showing that he had stopped only a moment late.
“Tsukuyomi.” Shiro begins to whisper to himself as he reads through a guide of words towards his objective. “Takeo… too far, whoever that is. Tenkage, Tengakure.” The word he searches for is reached after a few moments of narrowing down its position. In any other case, its position would not be over shot as he has done. Now, though, his uniform emotion causes him to lose some focus in this situation. As Shiro comes ever closer to finding the information he searches for, his static demeanor within shows only a glimpse of folding. The anticipation in his thoughts coming from seeing the page numbers and small quotes by them compromises his composure ever so slightly.
“Number one hundred and eighty-six, ‘Tengakure’s leadership change’... Number one hundred and ninety-six, ‘Tengakure’s desolation’, found it.” His left hand moves almost immediately towards the left side of the book, placing a finger onto the stack of past pages. It rises slowly as Shiro continuously repeats the page number he sees in his thoughts. The finger stops and exerts force upon the edge of the pages, lifting upward enough for Shiro to see the page number. “One hundred and ninety-six.”
The sound of the book’s pages ruffling against each other is rough with Shiro’s quick turning of the mass of paper. Between the index in the back and the page numbered “196”, some three hundred slices are flipped at once. The break in his clean and simple psychological state is evident even to Shiro but the moment that he finds himself in, the prospect before him, lowers the importance of his maintaining his balance in comparison.
Shiro straightens his back and sits up in his seat as he begins to read wherever he locates a word pertaining to the state of ruin that Tengakure is currently in. His eye is caught by the simple word “destroyed”, enough to elicit a thorough read through. From a sentence or two behind, he begins to scan and comprehend the text as they convey their meaning. While his eyes move slowly left and right across the page’s text, he fails to speak the words back to himself in his mind. Sentence after sentence, Shiro increases his “reading” speed until he dashes through conveyed meanings and main thoughts. Unbeknownst to him, his concentration has cracked.
With no hope of returning to a ground state, one that places his emotions into check, the same in which Shiro had placed himself before entering the library, his momentum carries him away into a calm frenzy. Without his knowing, Shiro’s emotions mix into one under a common objective. His sadness for the lives lost in the destruction of Tengakure, his anger towards the one who’s hand knew no kind of compassion to pay any respect towards their victims, his happiness for returning to his village, his anxiousness at having a drive for his actions, his anticipation for what will come next for him. The strong thoughts and the weak thoughts alike, for a time, are no longer separate. What Shiro had believed to be his temporary control over his anger was instead his giving himself over to his rage, blind rage.
“Takeo Tadashi.” His eyes stop, locking into the name which he has now linked with unjustly spilled blood. No longer requiring the textbook, he closes it and sits back without another word.
The notebook remains untouched since it has been let down onto the table and it will remain untouched until Shiro takes it with him upon leaving. He rises, taking the large text into his right hand with him, and replaces it into the shelf he had taken it from. The process is nearly nothing in his perspective of time, happening without need for intimate interactions. His mind, instead, is fixed moreso upon the information he has gathered. This ends his investigations.
“A ninja should never become too attached to one of their missions.” He tells himself, lifting his black notebook from his table. The pencil kept within the metal spiral spine remains as sharp as when it had been placed, unused. Shiro starts his way towards the exit. “But it’s too late for me to give myself that warning.”
(1,807/1,807)
(1,807/8,133)
(8,133/8,000 towards mission completion)
[Exit]
[Mission Completed: Do You Wanna Build a Chuunin Part III]
[Claims: 4,000 ryo, 10 AP, Chuunin Rank]
The doors spread completely and Shiro walks in as they turn back to quietly close on their own. Shiro’s body accustoms to the air-conditioned environment quickly and seamlessly. As he walks through the hallways, searching for a favorable table by a window with sunlight shining through it. At the same time, he keeps a mental note of the section of the library and the shelf in which he will find the book that he seeks. Without delay, an acceptable seat is found. The table is clear of obstructions besides a lamp and no chairs are occupied. Light illuminates dust particles in the line of the window as they move across the rays.
Seeing this opening as favorable, Shiro turns and makes his way towards a chair closest to the main hallway he is coming from so that he might set the black notebook in his right hand down and save his place. Within the silver metal spiral of the notebook, a pencil is kept as Shiro anticipates requiring to write any information that he has not acquired from observing Tengakure previously. From there, he moves away from the illuminated table and towards the shelt parallel to it. This requires him to walk across the main hallway and into the next section. No table is present here, only four chairs set up so that two are on either side of the window in the wall directly across from the mirror above Shiro’s table.
A ladder leans against the shelf and reaches up to half of its height, 10 meters. At the ladders midpoint, its upper section meets the lower section, overlapping it. The mechanisms for unlocking and lengthening the ladder are easy to understand for one who must frequently locate and obtain books in the building. Being one of those ones, Shiro walks up and very simply lengthens the ladder to suit his needs, reaching a height of 15 meters. At this level, Shiro expects to find the book he has in mind.
Emotions are almost nonexistent in Shiro, having resolved to work on embracing his feelings on matters rather than attempting to change or avoid them. He entered the village without trouble, being recognized as a shinobi working for Hoshigakure, but did not give a smile greet to the ninja working as guard that morning. His travels between Moon Country and Haven Country allowed him ample time to think and to plan. After deciding to become one with his emotions, the two days of travel that followed were dedicated entirely to understanding his anger. For the most part, though, no embracing took place. Rather, Shiro simply dug into the reasoning as to why he feels the way he does about Tengakure’s destruction. This evaluation has left him more calm than disdainful. While the hate is still within him, the flames of fury have been temporarily serenaded into relative peace. The opinions he holds, however, continue to exist unchanged. Shiro knows completely well that his tranquility that comes from understanding one’s anger does not last. With more time, he believes that more than mere understanding will be attainable; oneness will be found.
These thoughts swim around within his mind and Shiro leans on them to give him reason to be more unfeeling and changeless in his emotions. As he ascends the ladder, climbing its rungs to reach the shelf level with his book in it, nothing of what he plans to look for or what he will find comes up into his mind. He concentrates instead on the immediate now. Even as he touches the large volume and removes it from its position, the look of its cover does not reignite his tension with what the world is evidently capable of.
Shiro then descends the ladder and causes it to creak as he places one foot after another onto the rungs below him. His right hand grips the side bar for support as his left hand holds his retrieved book. Upon reaching the floor, Shiro uses his open right hand to readjust the ladder to a height of 10 meters, the way he found it, and locks the mechanisms. After restoring its position, Shiro proceeds to make his way back towards his table and seat. He passes through the main hallway before arriving at the clear section of table that his black notebook is set upon. There, he takes his seat and places the book in his left hand down onto the surface in front of him. While some of the texts within the library are cloaked with dust due to a lack of use, this particular item shows no signs of neglect.
“Record of Recent History.” Shiro whispers, reading the title and running his right fingers across the gold, indented words of the leather cover. Both ends of the book are of brown leather, clean and smooth. “Volume Four.”
Shiro wastes no time, lifting the front leather cover of the text and flipping through pages. His eyes scan over quick images and some scattered words as the pages flip away. Nowhere on the white slices is the name “Tengakure” flashed so that Shiro recognizes it but is searching for no such sign. Instead, his destination is the index located at the back of the reading material. There, Shiro slows his page flipping until his hands moves to lift one slice of paper at a time. From the beginning of the index, at “A”, he looks only into the upper righthand corner to watch the letter change. Continuously, “A” becomes “B” and “B” becomes “F” until the section that will contain the keyword Shiro searches for is reached.
His hand ceases to move at the sight of “T” in the upper righthand corner of the right page. Shiro, having found himself close to the beginning of the section, takes the first word he locates so as to understand just where he is in the index. The word he finds is “Tsukuyomi”, showing that he had stopped only a moment late.
“Tsukuyomi.” Shiro begins to whisper to himself as he reads through a guide of words towards his objective. “Takeo… too far, whoever that is. Tenkage, Tengakure.” The word he searches for is reached after a few moments of narrowing down its position. In any other case, its position would not be over shot as he has done. Now, though, his uniform emotion causes him to lose some focus in this situation. As Shiro comes ever closer to finding the information he searches for, his static demeanor within shows only a glimpse of folding. The anticipation in his thoughts coming from seeing the page numbers and small quotes by them compromises his composure ever so slightly.
“Number one hundred and eighty-six, ‘Tengakure’s leadership change’... Number one hundred and ninety-six, ‘Tengakure’s desolation’, found it.” His left hand moves almost immediately towards the left side of the book, placing a finger onto the stack of past pages. It rises slowly as Shiro continuously repeats the page number he sees in his thoughts. The finger stops and exerts force upon the edge of the pages, lifting upward enough for Shiro to see the page number. “One hundred and ninety-six.”
The sound of the book’s pages ruffling against each other is rough with Shiro’s quick turning of the mass of paper. Between the index in the back and the page numbered “196”, some three hundred slices are flipped at once. The break in his clean and simple psychological state is evident even to Shiro but the moment that he finds himself in, the prospect before him, lowers the importance of his maintaining his balance in comparison.
Shiro straightens his back and sits up in his seat as he begins to read wherever he locates a word pertaining to the state of ruin that Tengakure is currently in. His eye is caught by the simple word “destroyed”, enough to elicit a thorough read through. From a sentence or two behind, he begins to scan and comprehend the text as they convey their meaning. While his eyes move slowly left and right across the page’s text, he fails to speak the words back to himself in his mind. Sentence after sentence, Shiro increases his “reading” speed until he dashes through conveyed meanings and main thoughts. Unbeknownst to him, his concentration has cracked.
With no hope of returning to a ground state, one that places his emotions into check, the same in which Shiro had placed himself before entering the library, his momentum carries him away into a calm frenzy. Without his knowing, Shiro’s emotions mix into one under a common objective. His sadness for the lives lost in the destruction of Tengakure, his anger towards the one who’s hand knew no kind of compassion to pay any respect towards their victims, his happiness for returning to his village, his anxiousness at having a drive for his actions, his anticipation for what will come next for him. The strong thoughts and the weak thoughts alike, for a time, are no longer separate. What Shiro had believed to be his temporary control over his anger was instead his giving himself over to his rage, blind rage.
“Takeo Tadashi.” His eyes stop, locking into the name which he has now linked with unjustly spilled blood. No longer requiring the textbook, he closes it and sits back without another word.
The notebook remains untouched since it has been let down onto the table and it will remain untouched until Shiro takes it with him upon leaving. He rises, taking the large text into his right hand with him, and replaces it into the shelf he had taken it from. The process is nearly nothing in his perspective of time, happening without need for intimate interactions. His mind, instead, is fixed moreso upon the information he has gathered. This ends his investigations.
“A ninja should never become too attached to one of their missions.” He tells himself, lifting his black notebook from his table. The pencil kept within the metal spiral spine remains as sharp as when it had been placed, unused. Shiro starts his way towards the exit. “But it’s too late for me to give myself that warning.”
(1,807/1,807)
(1,807/8,133)
(8,133/8,000 towards mission completion)
[Exit]
[Mission Completed: Do You Wanna Build a Chuunin Part III]
[Claims: 4,000 ryo, 10 AP, Chuunin Rank]
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Re: Hit the Books
Fri Oct 21, 2016 4:19 pm
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