Post by Hitamatori Akuma on May 22, 2008 22:57:16 GMT -5
It was an interesting thing to wake up knowing that you were destined to become leader of the clan while at the same time being one of the least respected members of the clan. This wasn't in the same vein as Naruto claiming he will become the Hokage someday. Akuma had no choice but to become the leader of the clan, it was in his blood. After his Father he was literally the closest blood descendant of Akuma, the clan founder and his namesake.
What Akuma found most interesting was the fact that he didn't care. Yesterday he skipped his exams to be Genin just on principle and he was happy for it. He was stuck in his fate to lead the clan and this was a symbol of his independence. Him saying that he would not be a leaf in the current of fate. This didn't mean that he wouldn't take up his responsibilities when the time came, but that was many years from now. His Grandfather wouldn't die for many years he hoped and his father for many more after that. By the time Akuma was the clan leader he would probably be gray.
He didn't want to deal with his parents though, he was sure they would be livid after what happened. So he would leave through the window not even bothering to get dressed in clean clothing. He would just wear what he wore yesterday.
It was easy enough to get out of his house unseen, it was still early and everyone would be sleeping. It was just after dawn and the streets were still void of life, except for the cat he saw here and there down several of the alleyways. His blue eyes would scan the streets feeling a bit paranoid, like his dad would spring from the shadows and grab him. But, he made it through the residential part of the clan's area without incident.
He didn't know where he was going until he arrived to see that he was at the private training area. Like the whole clan area it was blocked off with walls to keep people out but Akuma was part of the clan and was thus already inside. He would walk inside of the dusty square looking at the dummies set up against the wall. Looking at the targets set up in the distance.
Akuma would take his place at a far distance from one of the targets, impressively far in fact for someone that wasn't even a Genin. Reaching in to his pack he would pull out several Kunai fanning them out in his hand before closing his eyes taking a deep breath. Then his eyes would shoot open as he threw them at the target, a slight whistle could be heard as they raced through the air at an impressive speed, each kunai hitting part of the bullseye. HE slacked off a lot but this had always been one of his best skills. Mostly because he liked to do this when he was stressed or upset. For some reason Kunai practice calmed him down. It was the only training that he actually looked forward to in the academy while he always dreaded Genjutsu.
He didn't really know what else to do but stay here and think. Nodding to himself in his silent decision to stay here for now while he cleared his head he would reach in to his pack pulling out several more Kunai to continue with his practice.
What Akuma found most interesting was the fact that he didn't care. Yesterday he skipped his exams to be Genin just on principle and he was happy for it. He was stuck in his fate to lead the clan and this was a symbol of his independence. Him saying that he would not be a leaf in the current of fate. This didn't mean that he wouldn't take up his responsibilities when the time came, but that was many years from now. His Grandfather wouldn't die for many years he hoped and his father for many more after that. By the time Akuma was the clan leader he would probably be gray.
He didn't want to deal with his parents though, he was sure they would be livid after what happened. So he would leave through the window not even bothering to get dressed in clean clothing. He would just wear what he wore yesterday.
It was easy enough to get out of his house unseen, it was still early and everyone would be sleeping. It was just after dawn and the streets were still void of life, except for the cat he saw here and there down several of the alleyways. His blue eyes would scan the streets feeling a bit paranoid, like his dad would spring from the shadows and grab him. But, he made it through the residential part of the clan's area without incident.
He didn't know where he was going until he arrived to see that he was at the private training area. Like the whole clan area it was blocked off with walls to keep people out but Akuma was part of the clan and was thus already inside. He would walk inside of the dusty square looking at the dummies set up against the wall. Looking at the targets set up in the distance.
Akuma would take his place at a far distance from one of the targets, impressively far in fact for someone that wasn't even a Genin. Reaching in to his pack he would pull out several Kunai fanning them out in his hand before closing his eyes taking a deep breath. Then his eyes would shoot open as he threw them at the target, a slight whistle could be heard as they raced through the air at an impressive speed, each kunai hitting part of the bullseye. HE slacked off a lot but this had always been one of his best skills. Mostly because he liked to do this when he was stressed or upset. For some reason Kunai practice calmed him down. It was the only training that he actually looked forward to in the academy while he always dreaded Genjutsu.
He didn't really know what else to do but stay here and think. Nodding to himself in his silent decision to stay here for now while he cleared his head he would reach in to his pack pulling out several more Kunai to continue with his practice.