The Mind of a Thief [Private]

After, Setsuna's recent training outside the black market, he is now seen walking towards the "office", as most contractors call it. His hands stuffed deep into his long cargo pants, contemplating on how or where he would be in the next five month's. He needed a plan, he needed a "real" job. Every step he took, became heavier and heavier. Life. It was indeed hard, but nevertheless, it was better than him being a slave in the volcano village. What was the point he thought, having others think for you, having others' ideals pushed on to you everyday. It was one of the main reasons, regardless of the tough situation he was going through, why he preferred life out here.

He takes a stroll down memory lane, to the days after he was first kicked out of the shinobi academy in the Volcano village. He remembered how much hate he had developed towards the academy, he even grits his teeth at the thought. What he also remembered, was his previous instructor's metals he earned from his combat recorded. They were always posted high above against the wall in his classroom, his most prized possessions. They were the type of metals you had to bleed for, to sacrifice for, metals that most would deem none other as honorable. For, Setsuna, that wasn't the case. Eventually, these honorable metals  ended up in his possession, but only for a short time. due to his habits, Setsuna even at his ripe age, knew a couple of locals that could fence those metals for him. However, an ill skilled non graduating citizen like Setsuna back then, had no chance eluding training shinobi of the volcano. He was caught, booked, and sent to Juvenal corrections. It was his first time too, Setsuna remembered how those two months felt like two years. All in all he stayed the same, right up till the end.

When he returned home, his parent's hit him with a barrage of questions. Never had he felt annoyed at how many way's a person could ask the question "why?", his mom was up to seventeen. How he replied? Well, they were simply, things. In Setsuna's mind, the instructor's metals were no different from say, a pencil, or a skull even. They were simply things, if Setsuna could make any money off any of those things, he'd take it. The Ideals of honor, respect, it all didn't appeal to him one bit. At the end of the day, if you strip away meanings, it's just two inanimate objects, they could very well end up in someone's truck. Well Forgotten, and lost.

Chiming back into reality, he stops short in front of a stand, observing a sale going thought. The young vendor amazing his customer with a simple kunai, the customer stares towards vendor, doubtful as ever. The customer had every right to do so, it's just a simple kunai, a thing. But as the vendor spoke, Setsuna listening in on the conversation, he hears that this very same kunai was held by none other, than the Leaf's Yondaime himself. Apparently, the vendor caught a glimpse a fight long ago, when kages from the cloud and leaf, fought against each other. Of course one could call Bull on the matter, but all Setsuna did was watch, that all he needed to do. Sure enough, the customer's aura changed, mood and all. From doubtfulness, he became envious of the vendor. He had to have it, he needed it. A weapon once wielded by the Yondaime himself, he thought it priceless.

It was all a joke, but in the end, Setsuna will always be the one laughing; and of course, counting.

[Closed]