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A Little Run, Hopefully Not Into Death [Travel]
Mon Aug 28, 2017 2:41 pm
Roku had been camping out, as he spent most of his nights that weren’t used up stowing away or stealing space in the hard to find corners of an inhabited property. But this night was different, there was a lighter blue tint starting to creep up the horizon; night’s domain was ending and day was going to show its face in a few hours, and the boy had yet to catch a wink of sleep. It was no oddity for him to lose sleep due to some inconsistent yet incessant insomnia. But there was something crawling up from his spine to his frontal cortex, a simple sensation slowly shifting into the thorough if thick thoughts that had become expected of his never-ending nocturnality. The smoldering remains of his campfire were reflected in the white centers of his eyes, and only a few inches behind that was a plan being formed.
The Leaf had mostly been out of the young shinobi’s awareness, but what he had heard were tales of strength and declining ability. Unbiased statements were hard to find, but there had to be some semblance of truth to each. Either the village could serve as a training ground, somewhere to join the ranks of official shinobi if they were still powerful enough to be worthy, or, if they were weak, there would be a new monster to contend with. And that was enough to spark an idea in a growing teenager’s already quick and sociopathic mind.
What point could there be in having an army comprised of weakness, or calling yourself a ninja when you lack any aptitude or ability? Camouflage. The weak dress their wounds with mud to hide in the dirt, living in a world that they have no sway over because of their deficiency. There was a particularly pale and quite possibly evil boy who had only the desire to grow and create his own power, to grow and create more from that, and to grab his own destiny by the throat to do with what he pleased. There was little in the woods, nothing but isolation save from the petty wildlife and vegetation that he was already greater than because of his simple sentience, and he would not be laying in the grass and soil waiting for another, stronger ninja to come end his existence. The Leaf was an opportunity, whether because of their weakness or strength. The strong walk through the world, maybe not without fear or pain or anguish, but with control. Control was power, that power granted control, and there was neither more to be achieved here, save by his own silent woodland practice. And it grew more and more tiresome by the second. Roku would not live as weak, and he would become strong, but the only example of the truest strength he had ever laid eyes upon, his own father, was murdered by a Hunter of this Bloody Mist. There was no love lost between the growing child and the village, his presence hardly detectable as far from the islands as he dwelled, but regardless, his living was made from leaching and stealing from the wealth that villages and centers of society attracted. It had helped him grow but he would not live like his creators; those who bred and raised him did so well, and there was no doubt in his mind that they could appreciate the ambition instilled within their blossoming weapon if they had only lived to see it.
Ambition was nothing without the drive to pursue it.
Grow, if not in size then in strength, in cunning, in ability. Grow your ability to grow, garner every last modicum of power that is within your reach, and when you have done that, grow your reach. Trample those who fall ahead of you, and find every last asset that can be used; then, use them all to further yourself. Whether it be a weapon to strike down a foe, a shield to fend off your pursuers, or a person to be manipulated and controlled to whatever end they may accomplish. Just grow. Gain. Strengthen. That was the new goal. The improvement of his self, the gain of power, ability, control, the only important things in life. At some point, Roku had started off toward a nearby road, out of the woods he had been in. It was time to move, time to get himself to exactly where his next step on the way to power would be; Konohagakure, and more importantly, people to turn into prey. It was a long walk to the Leaf. A lot of time to contemplate, and to second guess. Planning could be helpful, but given the chaotic nature of the situation and his lack of information, it seemed far better to go in blind. And there would be no second guessing the full course of action, the drive that had fueled him to start this journey burned like Greek fire behind his eyes. Power. But it was a matter of his own mortality, not that his life mattered anything but it was hard to put it on the line. At least, in a completely thoughtless way. His life could well be batted away with a swat, by anyone capable of getting past his bloodline.
Seeing as it was otherwise being wasted in the woods, that was a reasonable risk.
Instatravel to Konoha
The Leaf had mostly been out of the young shinobi’s awareness, but what he had heard were tales of strength and declining ability. Unbiased statements were hard to find, but there had to be some semblance of truth to each. Either the village could serve as a training ground, somewhere to join the ranks of official shinobi if they were still powerful enough to be worthy, or, if they were weak, there would be a new monster to contend with. And that was enough to spark an idea in a growing teenager’s already quick and sociopathic mind.
What point could there be in having an army comprised of weakness, or calling yourself a ninja when you lack any aptitude or ability? Camouflage. The weak dress their wounds with mud to hide in the dirt, living in a world that they have no sway over because of their deficiency. There was a particularly pale and quite possibly evil boy who had only the desire to grow and create his own power, to grow and create more from that, and to grab his own destiny by the throat to do with what he pleased. There was little in the woods, nothing but isolation save from the petty wildlife and vegetation that he was already greater than because of his simple sentience, and he would not be laying in the grass and soil waiting for another, stronger ninja to come end his existence. The Leaf was an opportunity, whether because of their weakness or strength. The strong walk through the world, maybe not without fear or pain or anguish, but with control. Control was power, that power granted control, and there was neither more to be achieved here, save by his own silent woodland practice. And it grew more and more tiresome by the second. Roku would not live as weak, and he would become strong, but the only example of the truest strength he had ever laid eyes upon, his own father, was murdered by a Hunter of this Bloody Mist. There was no love lost between the growing child and the village, his presence hardly detectable as far from the islands as he dwelled, but regardless, his living was made from leaching and stealing from the wealth that villages and centers of society attracted. It had helped him grow but he would not live like his creators; those who bred and raised him did so well, and there was no doubt in his mind that they could appreciate the ambition instilled within their blossoming weapon if they had only lived to see it.
Ambition was nothing without the drive to pursue it.
Grow, if not in size then in strength, in cunning, in ability. Grow your ability to grow, garner every last modicum of power that is within your reach, and when you have done that, grow your reach. Trample those who fall ahead of you, and find every last asset that can be used; then, use them all to further yourself. Whether it be a weapon to strike down a foe, a shield to fend off your pursuers, or a person to be manipulated and controlled to whatever end they may accomplish. Just grow. Gain. Strengthen. That was the new goal. The improvement of his self, the gain of power, ability, control, the only important things in life. At some point, Roku had started off toward a nearby road, out of the woods he had been in. It was time to move, time to get himself to exactly where his next step on the way to power would be; Konohagakure, and more importantly, people to turn into prey. It was a long walk to the Leaf. A lot of time to contemplate, and to second guess. Planning could be helpful, but given the chaotic nature of the situation and his lack of information, it seemed far better to go in blind. And there would be no second guessing the full course of action, the drive that had fueled him to start this journey burned like Greek fire behind his eyes. Power. But it was a matter of his own mortality, not that his life mattered anything but it was hard to put it on the line. At least, in a completely thoughtless way. His life could well be batted away with a swat, by anyone capable of getting past his bloodline.
Seeing as it was otherwise being wasted in the woods, that was a reasonable risk.
Instatravel to Konoha
Sakana MeijinCitizen- Ryo : 20000
Re: A Little Run, Hopefully Not Into Death [Travel]
Mon Aug 28, 2017 3:30 pm
Xy sailed off for konoha and it's not widely known. So please edit out knowing that Kiri sailed to destroy konoha.
- Roku <3Citizen
- Ryo : 2000
Re: A Little Run, Hopefully Not Into Death [Travel]
Mon Aug 28, 2017 4:00 pm
Okie dokie, edited
- Sakana MeijinCitizen
- Ryo : 20000
Re: A Little Run, Hopefully Not Into Death [Travel]
Mon Aug 28, 2017 7:17 pm
Approved
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