the way of things [o]

Melody with refinement:  www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxJrjV4PNXA

Shrivel of a wended blackout was the only element that heeded into the pulsation of his ear, the only thing entangling into his cranium. They became aloof in taciturnity, lodging in the deadpan hushed atmosphere of deciding to be silent. Vorticose of air hastening around them with inheritance of grace, in return summoning moisture of dampness fogging in the encompassing vicinity of themselves, awkwardness residing in them deciding not to speak. Oh, how he could taste the bitter sting onto the tip of his tongue, expressing the indigestion they collected into their chest with blustering animosity toward his poor soul already. All his hue could scope from his eye was witnessing of that look they clutched. How all his body demanded to do was obliterate that philistinism, did they comprehend in the collective thought that he come to save that petty life they cling to? His basis of thought could of molded a halt to the mortifying combat that she could of caused, or the information she of could leak, this Mayu. Whist out of breath this group was, denaturing his all so well shaped smile, into triggering fizzle of disappointment. She swayed him off as individual to simply mute!? His crusaded stride collapsed with force, sinking footstep into the Earth when someone decided to a stand, before it was too late. "I encrusted a question into the conversation, but don't force me to make into statement." he cawed out.

Exploiting simper onto his crossed face, quite the feat this crumbly object did before him. All throughout history, someone balanced within the thin reach. Complying to watch the bully parade himself move around with his eminent chest ascended, but balancing on that line with silence left the bully with immense power. One must act without hesitation, redeeming the particularly trait of leadership in her. This cinema went on in stretch, it wouldn't end yet. lathering appearance of thought-provocation enduring in his head. He chose the option to answer her, "I perceive myself to be someone who will see this country reign, after we derive the foe who we decide to turn into prey, I'll be to call on you for my stenographer." someone needed to document the centuries of centuries, governing him into words. "If you don't have the capacity for my outlook, to why did you become shinobi of Kiri?" what was that screeching drum?

When unearthing the source that prickled his hand, swatting it down toward Asuka in slap.  Claiming him to be bully, welcoming it with his action, playing what he was given. "Why do I need to mask it then?" that wasn't the conclusion, having more to spout out. "The universe has something far more deranged than bullies, killers. "Relieve yourself of the burden of becoming shinobi, if you can't even handle the mere mocking of words." grasping onto composure, "You'll fall preceding death, or slaying your comrade for your insolence." how rude of him, he interrupted her training, but this area was open. "I'll take as my duty to train you in that case, what's your name? The both of you?"