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by Elebolt Fri Jul 31, 2020 3:06 amArashi found himself in the mountain range, he wasn't exactly sure why, but he sometimes liked to meditate there, and today was one of those days. He would climb the mountain carefully as it was quite a windy day and tripping at these heights would be very dangerous, the day was semi-clear some clouds floated about but nothing too intimidating at least for now...
"ugh, Damn. Thankfully I brought some boots this time" He said as he slightly slid on the pebbles forming the road. other than a change from sandals to boots he was wearing his usual outfit, his blue hakama, and cloak, as well as his weapons: his katana in his left hip, his explosion notes in his right, and his windmill shuriken in the back. After a while of walking around almost aimlessly, he found a cliff surrounded by two peaks which granted some protection from the blowing wind, he could still hear it, but it was far enough away that it wouldn't be too cold if he sat there. Having found a perfect spot, he sat almost at the edge of the cliff looking towards the water, trying to find his own center by hearing the world around him. Am I doing things right... Am I good at this or should I just have had an office job like my parents told me... These thoughts tormented him often, was becoming a shinobi a good choice, some were proud of him but others weren't, the people who thought these things were just his family as he didn't manage to get many friends before becoming a shinobi. but how couldn't they worry he was the first ninja of the family so nobody really knew how to feel about him.
These thoughts went on and on every day, so he sometimes had to come to places like this to calm himself down. It wasn't a permanent solution but... well... it's what he has until he manages to prove himself.
"ugh, Damn. Thankfully I brought some boots this time" He said as he slightly slid on the pebbles forming the road. other than a change from sandals to boots he was wearing his usual outfit, his blue hakama, and cloak, as well as his weapons: his katana in his left hip, his explosion notes in his right, and his windmill shuriken in the back. After a while of walking around almost aimlessly, he found a cliff surrounded by two peaks which granted some protection from the blowing wind, he could still hear it, but it was far enough away that it wouldn't be too cold if he sat there. Having found a perfect spot, he sat almost at the edge of the cliff looking towards the water, trying to find his own center by hearing the world around him. Am I doing things right... Am I good at this or should I just have had an office job like my parents told me... These thoughts tormented him often, was becoming a shinobi a good choice, some were proud of him but others weren't, the people who thought these things were just his family as he didn't manage to get many friends before becoming a shinobi. but how couldn't they worry he was the first ninja of the family so nobody really knew how to feel about him.
These thoughts went on and on every day, so he sometimes had to come to places like this to calm himself down. It wasn't a permanent solution but... well... it's what he has until he manages to prove himself.