Post by Sakamoto Rokuro on Aug 4, 2015 16:23:52 GMT -7
Rokuro leaned back and relaxed, his eyes fixed on the ocean. He inhaled deeply and for a moment everything seemed still. The water didn't move, the wildlife around him seemed to take a pause as he just sat there admiring the sight. The sun was still an hour from setting but it still painted the sky with a beautiful combination of blue and red regardless. This was what Rokuro had come to live for. The relaxing sea air helped clear his head and take him away from his newfound duties. A life that was pushed onto him by people more concerned with money, power, and fighting ability than nature itself. As he let his thoughts wander he exhaled and just like that the world began to move again. The waves came in and soaked him up to his knees before once again receding out.
He felt a crab walk across his hand and he quickly buried it in the sand. The act made him smile a bit as he decided to get up and finish up his walk. Currently he was on what his superiors referred to as 'guard duty'. All this meant was that he was to patrol a given area and make sure no one shady entered the village. This was not a glamorous job but one that needed to be done. Or at least that's what his father had said. Rokuro couldn't have cared less. He just enjoyed the opportunity to get up and move about freely. At least his area included the beach this time. His father often harped on him about taking the more difficult jobs but all that man loved was his talent and the money it brought in. Rokuro's own wants or goals didn't matter one bit to that man. This didn't bother him nearly as much as it used to, but it was what had shaped his personality into what it was today. A lazy man who chose to avoid work at all costs.
And that was where he found himself now. The village was safe. Any foolish civilian that tried to attack them would fall victim to their superior power. Not like Kamikaze no Kuni was an anti shinobi country though. Most of the citizens he'd met from the neighbouring villages were friendly and accepting. This was a wonderful country to live in if you were a shinobi. He often heard stories from sailors and his fellow shinobi that took missions in other countries that there were many places on the continent that were not so accepting of their kind. He wondered what life in those places would be like but before he could give it any real consideration he stopped and cleared his mind. He was certain that he'd heard footsteps approaching. He raised his guard but continued to walk casually as though he hadn't noticed the approaching individual. He perked his ears and waited for the individual to reveal themselves to him.
With my luck it'll be dad, looking to give me shit again... His train of thought trailed off as he prepared for the ensuing screaming match.
He felt a crab walk across his hand and he quickly buried it in the sand. The act made him smile a bit as he decided to get up and finish up his walk. Currently he was on what his superiors referred to as 'guard duty'. All this meant was that he was to patrol a given area and make sure no one shady entered the village. This was not a glamorous job but one that needed to be done. Or at least that's what his father had said. Rokuro couldn't have cared less. He just enjoyed the opportunity to get up and move about freely. At least his area included the beach this time. His father often harped on him about taking the more difficult jobs but all that man loved was his talent and the money it brought in. Rokuro's own wants or goals didn't matter one bit to that man. This didn't bother him nearly as much as it used to, but it was what had shaped his personality into what it was today. A lazy man who chose to avoid work at all costs.
And that was where he found himself now. The village was safe. Any foolish civilian that tried to attack them would fall victim to their superior power. Not like Kamikaze no Kuni was an anti shinobi country though. Most of the citizens he'd met from the neighbouring villages were friendly and accepting. This was a wonderful country to live in if you were a shinobi. He often heard stories from sailors and his fellow shinobi that took missions in other countries that there were many places on the continent that were not so accepting of their kind. He wondered what life in those places would be like but before he could give it any real consideration he stopped and cleared his mind. He was certain that he'd heard footsteps approaching. He raised his guard but continued to walk casually as though he hadn't noticed the approaching individual. He perked his ears and waited for the individual to reveal themselves to him.
With my luck it'll be dad, looking to give me shit again... His train of thought trailed off as he prepared for the ensuing screaming match.
