Mirgris
Elder Member
Team Makato
Kichiga releases his fingers and watches the arrow sink into the target. He thinks that maybe he should feel pride, that he should feel something on preforming well. Instead he feels nothing accomplishments require some level of challenge and for him shooting a stationary target takes no more effort than walking or breathing. His grandfather taught him to master something and to be a master of something are different things. He had mastered the bow, he was not a master archer. The distinction was the first was truly only competence, to be able to do the thing in even the most adverse conditions because it was so very simple to you.
Kichiga realizes he has hit that point. He could probably hit a stationary target with one eye swollen shut and a broken arm. He could do it while so cold he could barely stand. It should be a good thing but it saddened him.
His grandfather steps out from the house and looks him over. His grandfather who has weathered tan skin from decades of out door labor, his grandfather who has long since grown wrinkled. Yet, the man is still nearly as wide as he is tall, short and stocky. At a glance he looks like a tree stump who picked up kunai and decided it was a ninja. A worn and damage tree stump. The scars cross cross over his face and arms so much it is clear he is on a first name basis with death, having been so close so often.
"I'll make clones for you when you return" The senior Kuraski says, sharp eyes defying the age of the body that holds them. He knows the problem all ready, he has after all planned his grand sons training carefully. Teaching the young child the importance of the basics, stealth and a solid kunai in your hand.
"Thank you grandfather" Kichiga says giving a small bow of respect to his elder.
"Come inside I made breakfast" The tree stump of a man says.
Kichiga follows and sits at the dining room table quietly. He wonders how you can be so familiar with someone, and yet so uncomfortable.
They eat in silence and the young man quickly scarfs his food down in a mixture of excitement and being eager to leave.
Shortly after Kichiga is out the door with one last check of his various weapons and his backpack before leaving to go and meet his team.
He tries not to think to much about the coming mission and instead focus on the fresh air and the sun, but it is a failed effort and he flips a shuriken between his fingers as he walks, any outlet for anxious energy. He gives a small wave as he arrives at the meeting place and looks over the others who have already arrived.
KageYuuki , InsaneAsylum , Phayne QuirkyAngel
Kichiga releases his fingers and watches the arrow sink into the target. He thinks that maybe he should feel pride, that he should feel something on preforming well. Instead he feels nothing accomplishments require some level of challenge and for him shooting a stationary target takes no more effort than walking or breathing. His grandfather taught him to master something and to be a master of something are different things. He had mastered the bow, he was not a master archer. The distinction was the first was truly only competence, to be able to do the thing in even the most adverse conditions because it was so very simple to you.
Kichiga realizes he has hit that point. He could probably hit a stationary target with one eye swollen shut and a broken arm. He could do it while so cold he could barely stand. It should be a good thing but it saddened him.
His grandfather steps out from the house and looks him over. His grandfather who has weathered tan skin from decades of out door labor, his grandfather who has long since grown wrinkled. Yet, the man is still nearly as wide as he is tall, short and stocky. At a glance he looks like a tree stump who picked up kunai and decided it was a ninja. A worn and damage tree stump. The scars cross cross over his face and arms so much it is clear he is on a first name basis with death, having been so close so often.
"I'll make clones for you when you return" The senior Kuraski says, sharp eyes defying the age of the body that holds them. He knows the problem all ready, he has after all planned his grand sons training carefully. Teaching the young child the importance of the basics, stealth and a solid kunai in your hand.
"Thank you grandfather" Kichiga says giving a small bow of respect to his elder.
"Come inside I made breakfast" The tree stump of a man says.
Kichiga follows and sits at the dining room table quietly. He wonders how you can be so familiar with someone, and yet so uncomfortable.
They eat in silence and the young man quickly scarfs his food down in a mixture of excitement and being eager to leave.
Shortly after Kichiga is out the door with one last check of his various weapons and his backpack before leaving to go and meet his team.
He tries not to think to much about the coming mission and instead focus on the fresh air and the sun, but it is a failed effort and he flips a shuriken between his fingers as he walks, any outlet for anxious energy. He gives a small wave as he arrives at the meeting place and looks over the others who have already arrived.
KageYuuki , InsaneAsylum , Phayne QuirkyAngel