(Alright, let's get things started shall we? Oh, and I'm currently working the details out on the Hokage and a few more characters.)
Yuki
"Follow me. And come fourth, and I shall deliver my wisdom to you. But if you do not, then you shall remain in your state of ignorance."
Yuki's eyes opened wide, a sense of helplessness traveled down his spine as he was paralyzed with fear. He had no idea of where he was, this looked like his home but...the wallpaper was different, the windows had bars over them, and this man speaking to him was not his godfather....
This man was a larger man, bald, and looking middle aged at least, perhaps 50. He sat on a chair, glaring out the window as he spoke, wearing only a black robe. No forehead protector for affiliation to a village, no shoes or sandals, just a black Robe.
Slowly the man's head turned back to Yuki, staring him down. Yuki tried to speak up but...when glaring into this mans eye...it's as if it froze him in place even more. The eyes are the direct link to the soul, it's how one tells ones means, yet when Yuki looked into this man's eyes he saw nothing but his own reflection.
The bald man sighed, and stood up. "You are not yet ready. We shall meet again, in time. Until then..."
Then he opened up the barred window, and hopped out. Finally feelingn free from his paralyzation, Yuki chased after him. "Wait!" He yelled, extending out his arm to stop him. But he was gone, and everything outside the window was black. All but a dim candle in the distance, which Yuki gradually focused more and more on. The light of the candle got brighter and brighter, until it became an overwhelming light that blinded Yuki.
A few seconds passed by, Yuki forced open his eyes and sat straight up on his bed. Each breathe was a gasp for air in his startled state. His eyes traveled around his room. No signs of life other than him. He sighed, his godfather must be off at work again. Slowly he climbed out of bed and got his Shinobi gear on, and then grabbed his sword from atop his mantle. Then he exited his home, ready to start a new day.
Katsuro
A new day-A new burden. Katsuro slowly walked into the Jonin Complex at the edge of the meeting where all of the Jonin met and got their duties for the day, or just hung out.
Reaching into his pocket, Katsuro snatched out his lighter, and then opened one of his vest's pouches and brought out his Cigarettes. He put the Cigarette in his mouth, and then lit it with his lighter. Inhaling a puff of smoke immediately.
"Don't you think it's a little too early to be smoking? Especially inside of a building?" Another Jonin curiously asked.
Katsuro turned his head over and glared. Two fingers gripped the Cigarette as it escaped his mouth, he then exhaled a puff of smoke. He didn't say anything, he just glared.
The jonin cringed. "Hey...I was just joking..."
Katsuro just shook his head, and walked to the message board, examining anything that needs to be done today. "What's happening Katsuro?" A jonin sitting in the corner reading asked.
Katsuro exhaled his last puff of smoke from his nostrils. "You know. The usual. Cat gone missing." He then flipped over one of the papers. "Groceries need to be delivered to old ladies. That sort of thing."
The Jonin laughed. "And how are you this morning?"
Katsuro put his cigarette back in his mouth. "That's a loaded question."
"You tell me that every morning."
"Because you ask me the same question every morning."
"Allright. Forget I said anything."
Katsuro then walked away, outside of the Center. Time for another glorious day in Konoha.
Yuki
"Follow me. And come fourth, and I shall deliver my wisdom to you. But if you do not, then you shall remain in your state of ignorance."
Yuki's eyes opened wide, a sense of helplessness traveled down his spine as he was paralyzed with fear. He had no idea of where he was, this looked like his home but...the wallpaper was different, the windows had bars over them, and this man speaking to him was not his godfather....
This man was a larger man, bald, and looking middle aged at least, perhaps 50. He sat on a chair, glaring out the window as he spoke, wearing only a black robe. No forehead protector for affiliation to a village, no shoes or sandals, just a black Robe.
Slowly the man's head turned back to Yuki, staring him down. Yuki tried to speak up but...when glaring into this mans eye...it's as if it froze him in place even more. The eyes are the direct link to the soul, it's how one tells ones means, yet when Yuki looked into this man's eyes he saw nothing but his own reflection.
The bald man sighed, and stood up. "You are not yet ready. We shall meet again, in time. Until then..."
Then he opened up the barred window, and hopped out. Finally feelingn free from his paralyzation, Yuki chased after him. "Wait!" He yelled, extending out his arm to stop him. But he was gone, and everything outside the window was black. All but a dim candle in the distance, which Yuki gradually focused more and more on. The light of the candle got brighter and brighter, until it became an overwhelming light that blinded Yuki.
A few seconds passed by, Yuki forced open his eyes and sat straight up on his bed. Each breathe was a gasp for air in his startled state. His eyes traveled around his room. No signs of life other than him. He sighed, his godfather must be off at work again. Slowly he climbed out of bed and got his Shinobi gear on, and then grabbed his sword from atop his mantle. Then he exited his home, ready to start a new day.
Katsuro
A new day-A new burden. Katsuro slowly walked into the Jonin Complex at the edge of the meeting where all of the Jonin met and got their duties for the day, or just hung out.
Reaching into his pocket, Katsuro snatched out his lighter, and then opened one of his vest's pouches and brought out his Cigarettes. He put the Cigarette in his mouth, and then lit it with his lighter. Inhaling a puff of smoke immediately.
"Don't you think it's a little too early to be smoking? Especially inside of a building?" Another Jonin curiously asked.
Katsuro turned his head over and glared. Two fingers gripped the Cigarette as it escaped his mouth, he then exhaled a puff of smoke. He didn't say anything, he just glared.
The jonin cringed. "Hey...I was just joking..."
Katsuro just shook his head, and walked to the message board, examining anything that needs to be done today. "What's happening Katsuro?" A jonin sitting in the corner reading asked.
Katsuro exhaled his last puff of smoke from his nostrils. "You know. The usual. Cat gone missing." He then flipped over one of the papers. "Groceries need to be delivered to old ladies. That sort of thing."
The Jonin laughed. "And how are you this morning?"
Katsuro put his cigarette back in his mouth. "That's a loaded question."
"You tell me that every morning."
"Because you ask me the same question every morning."
"Allright. Forget I said anything."
Katsuro then walked away, outside of the Center. Time for another glorious day in Konoha.
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