Post by Misarashi Katanai on Sept 28, 2009 22:31:05 GMT -5
The wind picked up. Closing her mouth tightly, she held her breath. Those dry desert winds could be a pain--especially when they kicked up the sand. One wrong move, and you would be inhaling the gritty dust of the desert. Extreme heat in the day, extreme cold at night, and dusty wind that made one choke. That was Sunagakure--the village hidden in the sand. This was her home. She closed her eyes, feeling the sand beginning to hit the side of her cheek. Some might find this intolerable, but after living in the desert for as long as you can remember, dealing with kicked up sand is one thing you learn to deal with.
It was around four in the afternoon. Katanai had just finished training, and was sitting atop one of the training field's boulders. Leaning back, she placed her palms on top of the sand-coated stone that had probably been greatly affected by erosion. Running her fingers listlessly through her hair, she looked up at the sky. Not one cloud. Of course not. There was hardly a day where there were clouds. Even when they were there, they were thin, wispy, and usually vanished after a day or so.
Currently, the only feeling the kunoichi had was a strong sense of contentment. Her face portrayed neither happiness or sadness, but just held that softness that showed that she was feeling that one feeling she could not describe as anything other than content. It was a feeling she got often upon just finishing training. Aside from the aching in her muscles that signified a day of training gone well.
Aurora was currently laying down at the base of the rock on which her master sat. The black cat was asleep. She looked peaceful, and even though it was another hot day, the feline did not seem to care. Katanai allowed herself a glance down at the animal. She wondered what it would be like to have black fur in this heat. Wouldn't the poor cat be too hot with all the radiation from the sun being attracted to the dark hue of her coat? Then again, Aurora was probably used to it. After all--she had grown up in the desert as well.
It was a remarkable thing--how humans and animals alike could adapt to their environment. Adaptations could be conscious things that only happened because of a great input on the person's part. Such as the skills of a shinobi. The adaptations to the rough lifestyle of the ninja developed over time. Getting used to being under the constant strain of missions and small assignments could be a struggle to someone unaccustomed. If one didn't train, they would never get used to the life style they were to lead as a ninja. On the other hand, other adaptations could happen even without the person realizing they were changing. These kinds of cases mostly occurred on account of someone was born into an environment or lifestyle. Take Katanai for example. Her skin was pale, even though she lived in the severe heat of the desert, and she didn't get over-heated easily. That kind of adapting took place when she was young. Her childish body got used to being under the daily change from extreme heat to extreme cool. Being raised in a desert also made the heat of the day seem commonplace, while others might find it unbearable.
Small thoughts like these are concepts that people might find themselves pondering at one time or another. If we have too much time on our hands or if something sparks a new idea, we tend to simply drift off on a train of thought that could seem nearly philosophical. It is human instinct to want to learn as much as one can. It is human tendency to either become greedy for more knowledge, or use what knowledge is possessed to craft words and ideas to one's liking.
These were the kinds of simple, yet complex things Katanai would ponder upon sitting idly for a few minutes. She couldn't help it. There wasn't any one else around but her cat--who was currently asleep. Her mind wandered to the point where she had pretty much tuned out everything around her--wind-blown sand and all. Her mind was distracted, but it was a comfortable distraction. She was still fully content. If anything was wrong, she was slightly lonely. That was why thinking deeply was good. It gave her something to do to distract from the fact that her one and only companion had fallen asleep on her.
It was around four in the afternoon. Katanai had just finished training, and was sitting atop one of the training field's boulders. Leaning back, she placed her palms on top of the sand-coated stone that had probably been greatly affected by erosion. Running her fingers listlessly through her hair, she looked up at the sky. Not one cloud. Of course not. There was hardly a day where there were clouds. Even when they were there, they were thin, wispy, and usually vanished after a day or so.
Currently, the only feeling the kunoichi had was a strong sense of contentment. Her face portrayed neither happiness or sadness, but just held that softness that showed that she was feeling that one feeling she could not describe as anything other than content. It was a feeling she got often upon just finishing training. Aside from the aching in her muscles that signified a day of training gone well.
Aurora was currently laying down at the base of the rock on which her master sat. The black cat was asleep. She looked peaceful, and even though it was another hot day, the feline did not seem to care. Katanai allowed herself a glance down at the animal. She wondered what it would be like to have black fur in this heat. Wouldn't the poor cat be too hot with all the radiation from the sun being attracted to the dark hue of her coat? Then again, Aurora was probably used to it. After all--she had grown up in the desert as well.
It was a remarkable thing--how humans and animals alike could adapt to their environment. Adaptations could be conscious things that only happened because of a great input on the person's part. Such as the skills of a shinobi. The adaptations to the rough lifestyle of the ninja developed over time. Getting used to being under the constant strain of missions and small assignments could be a struggle to someone unaccustomed. If one didn't train, they would never get used to the life style they were to lead as a ninja. On the other hand, other adaptations could happen even without the person realizing they were changing. These kinds of cases mostly occurred on account of someone was born into an environment or lifestyle. Take Katanai for example. Her skin was pale, even though she lived in the severe heat of the desert, and she didn't get over-heated easily. That kind of adapting took place when she was young. Her childish body got used to being under the daily change from extreme heat to extreme cool. Being raised in a desert also made the heat of the day seem commonplace, while others might find it unbearable.
Small thoughts like these are concepts that people might find themselves pondering at one time or another. If we have too much time on our hands or if something sparks a new idea, we tend to simply drift off on a train of thought that could seem nearly philosophical. It is human instinct to want to learn as much as one can. It is human tendency to either become greedy for more knowledge, or use what knowledge is possessed to craft words and ideas to one's liking.
These were the kinds of simple, yet complex things Katanai would ponder upon sitting idly for a few minutes. She couldn't help it. There wasn't any one else around but her cat--who was currently asleep. Her mind wandered to the point where she had pretty much tuned out everything around her--wind-blown sand and all. Her mind was distracted, but it was a comfortable distraction. She was still fully content. If anything was wrong, she was slightly lonely. That was why thinking deeply was good. It gave her something to do to distract from the fact that her one and only companion had fallen asleep on her.
