Wet Dog in the Mist (RE)
Oct 16, 2012 9:40:21 GMT -8
Post by Jett Kuroi on Oct 16, 2012 9:40:21 GMT -8
The past few days had been spent, dwelling on his past, and writing about it in his new journal. Having spoken with Rael about his past, he felt a small measure of calm come over him. It wasn't anything that would save him forever, but it helped, and so he confided in the book as a way to reveal the whole truth, and bring himself some greater measure of calm. With his new pup, Shō, at his side, he wrote about his family, using their real names. He wrote about all that had transpired between him and his family up till his father and brother's deaths. And of course, he would go into detail about the eight years between their death and his sister's disappearance.
In the end, it wasn't working as well. He kept writing, and he kept thinking. The more he kept thinking, the more he kept wondering. Where was she? Why hadn't he found any information about her yet? Where could she be? His frustration won out in the end, though he would keep his other half from taking control, as he stood up from the desk, knocking the chair over in the process. He grumbled lowly, as he closed the journal, and moved to stuff it into his satchel with his ninja tools. He'd sling the satchel over his back, buckle it into place, and headed for the door.
"Stay here, Shō." he called out to the pup, as it stood to follow. "I need a walk, to clear my head." He walked over to the kitchen and got a pair of bowls. He dished out some food, and filled the other with some water, before setting them on the ground. The wolf pup strolled over, and sniffed at the food, then looked up at Jett. "Be a good boy and stay. I'll be back soon." With that said, he'd reach down to pet Shō gently, then stood up again, and left his home, closing the door behind him.
The so-called walk turned into a journey to get some training done. He stopped with the guards at the gates to the village, and let them know where he was headed. He journeyed out of the village at a brisk pace, and headed to the nearest coastline, to the south. Once there, he stopped, and stared out to the ocean, looking over the waves, and letting the wind brush against him. In time, he would slip his satchel off his back, and set it down. He would close his eyes, and focus. He'd concentrate, channeling his chakra into his feet, and his hands. He'd walk out into the water, and hold his arms out, beckoning the water to his hands. As it rose from the waves towards his hand, he'd move in slow, patterned kata, weaving the water about with him, so that it looked like a small whirpool about him. Such was a little 'ritual' he had done once or twice since learning Suiton, as a means of relaxation.
