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Near The ArrogantCitizen
Ryo : 9000
Starting with the break of dawn and the first chirp of the blue jays which flew in the air around the field aeon had decided to settle in. Many of the first happened at the time of the man opening his eyes. One had been the first wind to pass through the meadow along with the first flight of the day of petals which layed on the ground awaiting the wind to blow. As he raised up to see the sun at its glory, to see the orange sky and it's rim of yellow, and to see the flowers sway in awe of this. It had been a beautiful morning. One that was for told in the children stories and tall tales told through there years of life. Aeon one of the children who had those privileges as a young child. Tweet tweet, as the different color variety of birds flew through the meadow. This had truely been a beautiful place to stay. What could make this even prettier than the bright color variety that the flowers gave, the sweet smell in the air that they gave off. Click, a mental picture was something that a human being would take to remember this view.
Aeon, after looking at this great site, would be in awe on the inside, but on the outside he would keep that hard look he gained over the years. The hard look which had been engraved in his facial structure. With sword to the right of him and his many scrolls on his left. Unlike an old person, who had the experience of war and felt the wounded heart of battle, Aeon couldn't feel the experience of war. But this child had felt one thing, the Wounded heart of war. Losing his mother and father to that of ninja who had no care for who they killed. So what was his resolution to that, to kill those who had even a shread of thought to harm the things he cared about. Standing on his two feet and pushing up he stood tall over the few flowers which dwarved his leg. The winds curving round and round dancing with the flower petals. His eyes had still been half open to the world and still had no true view of the area. The red eyes which craved the power of life and many other things that defeated. With this large over two hundred meter meadow there had been more then enough room to train in the arts of his speed and his strength, his chakra and his will power, his health and his stamina. What more was there to train during nothing but peace. Or had it been that there was nothing that needed to be trained during the time of peace. As he would take slow steps through the meadow. Walking on top of the world. The stage had been set and the objective had been made. Without hesitating the boy would begin to jog. With both hands balded up and arms swinging back and forth as the young man's feet would start to crush the small flowers it pushed its weight on.
Running at that of a slow speed and not allowing for anything to come into his view. Not allowing anything to distract him from what he truely wanted. He had no time for the petty games the shinobi world had begun to play on him. What had the boy wanted most. 'If I want my life back in order. I've got to find him and her. My true loves.' he would think to himself as a vine which had taken its time to grow from the ground over the years of its trees birth, appeared and looped. Lopped back into the ground for its parents to feed it his food. What more could it have done other then trip aeon And laugh as he would face plant into the ground. As per usual Aeon would growl and start to hit the ground. The thing that aeon wanted most was to get up off the ground. Falling the day he heard of his mother and fathers death. He fell and hit the ground so hard he changed from that boy who had everything and gave everyone everything. He wanted to make everyone happy and bring joy to the world. The boy who had begun to stand back up had still been on the ground. Why come to the conclusion that the world had to feel his pain for him to show exactly how he felt when his parents were learned to be murdered. No one truly knew how the boys mind worked except for himself.
As he would start running again through the field he wouldn't take a break from his new goal. Though he had begun to get tired and began to breathe heavily. As he had now begun to run instead of jogging this time. In a sense this had showen how aeon had been truly running from that incident. The day of the death. And the thoughts it brought back. Something that could have led to the true reason of his aggressive motions to the shinobi of his time. Each step he made crushed the hopes and dreams of the small things that laid there. Why was it so hard to accept the death of his parents at the age of 13 and still take care of the child that they left behind. His mysterious secret. His love left him and he had to use up the little he had to raise the child. Crunch, a noise the had been made as he crushed the bee which had only been searching for pollen to feed the other many plant life that had been crushed under the mans weight of his foot. His speed had slowly been increasing with the small run around the two hundred meter meadow. This had truly been a heart with problems.
(1000 words created to train speed)
Aeon, after looking at this great site, would be in awe on the inside, but on the outside he would keep that hard look he gained over the years. The hard look which had been engraved in his facial structure. With sword to the right of him and his many scrolls on his left. Unlike an old person, who had the experience of war and felt the wounded heart of battle, Aeon couldn't feel the experience of war. But this child had felt one thing, the Wounded heart of war. Losing his mother and father to that of ninja who had no care for who they killed. So what was his resolution to that, to kill those who had even a shread of thought to harm the things he cared about. Standing on his two feet and pushing up he stood tall over the few flowers which dwarved his leg. The winds curving round and round dancing with the flower petals. His eyes had still been half open to the world and still had no true view of the area. The red eyes which craved the power of life and many other things that defeated. With this large over two hundred meter meadow there had been more then enough room to train in the arts of his speed and his strength, his chakra and his will power, his health and his stamina. What more was there to train during nothing but peace. Or had it been that there was nothing that needed to be trained during the time of peace. As he would take slow steps through the meadow. Walking on top of the world. The stage had been set and the objective had been made. Without hesitating the boy would begin to jog. With both hands balded up and arms swinging back and forth as the young man's feet would start to crush the small flowers it pushed its weight on.
Running at that of a slow speed and not allowing for anything to come into his view. Not allowing anything to distract him from what he truely wanted. He had no time for the petty games the shinobi world had begun to play on him. What had the boy wanted most. 'If I want my life back in order. I've got to find him and her. My true loves.' he would think to himself as a vine which had taken its time to grow from the ground over the years of its trees birth, appeared and looped. Lopped back into the ground for its parents to feed it his food. What more could it have done other then trip aeon And laugh as he would face plant into the ground. As per usual Aeon would growl and start to hit the ground. The thing that aeon wanted most was to get up off the ground. Falling the day he heard of his mother and fathers death. He fell and hit the ground so hard he changed from that boy who had everything and gave everyone everything. He wanted to make everyone happy and bring joy to the world. The boy who had begun to stand back up had still been on the ground. Why come to the conclusion that the world had to feel his pain for him to show exactly how he felt when his parents were learned to be murdered. No one truly knew how the boys mind worked except for himself.
As he would start running again through the field he wouldn't take a break from his new goal. Though he had begun to get tired and began to breathe heavily. As he had now begun to run instead of jogging this time. In a sense this had showen how aeon had been truly running from that incident. The day of the death. And the thoughts it brought back. Something that could have led to the true reason of his aggressive motions to the shinobi of his time. Each step he made crushed the hopes and dreams of the small things that laid there. Why was it so hard to accept the death of his parents at the age of 13 and still take care of the child that they left behind. His mysterious secret. His love left him and he had to use up the little he had to raise the child. Crunch, a noise the had been made as he crushed the bee which had only been searching for pollen to feed the other many plant life that had been crushed under the mans weight of his foot. His speed had slowly been increasing with the small run around the two hundred meter meadow. This had truly been a heart with problems.
(1000 words created to train speed)
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