Travel
Apr 18, 2011 16:16:22 GMT -8
Post by Tyro on Apr 18, 2011 16:16:22 GMT -8
He was pacing away from the Mist Village after being denied access. They didn't want his help, so be it. A small part of him hoped that the village was destroyed via their cumbersome situation. The thoughts were quickly squashed as his mental training under the Samurai was enacted. He couldn't be spiteful of peoples points of views, they were what made the world go round.
In these times though, making the world go round almost seemed like a bad idea. This war. Caused by these people. The most horrid thing Akio had ever had to witness. These shinobi as they called themselves. Young. Sheltered away from the most visceral of the war. Not just the blood, but the gore, the inhumanities, the atrocities. Akio himself didn't experience everything firsthand, but he had seen more than he would have wanted. The missions his Samurai sect would send him on with his clansmen, the easy missions, were quite easy. He didn't have to dirty his hands with the blood of men...usually. Still though he had to live through seeing his own brothers and sisters coming back with less than an appropriate amount of limbs, or those they were lucky to have, disfigured.
He closed his mind off from the thoughts. Instead, now that he could still remember, he pulled out his World Map and marked the location of the Hidden Mist Village. This could prove invaluable in the future. Every few seconds he would look over his shoulders. Despite the mist enveloping him, he always felt the paranoia that others could be around.
Here, he was just feet away from the bridge connecting Water and Fire. Within moments we was crossing the barrier.
In these times though, making the world go round almost seemed like a bad idea. This war. Caused by these people. The most horrid thing Akio had ever had to witness. These shinobi as they called themselves. Young. Sheltered away from the most visceral of the war. Not just the blood, but the gore, the inhumanities, the atrocities. Akio himself didn't experience everything firsthand, but he had seen more than he would have wanted. The missions his Samurai sect would send him on with his clansmen, the easy missions, were quite easy. He didn't have to dirty his hands with the blood of men...usually. Still though he had to live through seeing his own brothers and sisters coming back with less than an appropriate amount of limbs, or those they were lucky to have, disfigured.
He closed his mind off from the thoughts. Instead, now that he could still remember, he pulled out his World Map and marked the location of the Hidden Mist Village. This could prove invaluable in the future. Every few seconds he would look over his shoulders. Despite the mist enveloping him, he always felt the paranoia that others could be around.
Here, he was just feet away from the bridge connecting Water and Fire. Within moments we was crossing the barrier.
