Post by Vulgair Macuil on Jan 20, 2020 17:29:55 GMT -5
He found himself stepping through the street of Shimagakure. Not mindlessly walking. Stepping. Because there were a ton of puddles, occasionally with sea life in them. Vuglair, despite his name, had no need or intent to crush out the life of the other animals minding their own business. One could only hope that future opponents would hold the same regard. Besides, it was so, so easy to step into a deceptively deep pot-hole. That would muck up his nice long coat. And he hated doing the laundry.
The bandit fronts had been quiet, and most of his missions had really been about supervising the younglings as they went about their individual journeys. Not all of them would ever climb far, swimming like fish against the river of life. When he wasn't plotting for the sake of the village, he was trying to guide them, one step at a time, to the next pool of stability. Now, he had a bit of me-time. Time to wander the streets, and see the village as a civilian, not as an operative with an agenda.
He found himself near the ninja academy, and headed inside. It had stopped raining outside - weather was not the concern - but it was nice to duck into a calm atmosphere. Many people had found excuses to lurk inside until the rain was over. He had earlier walked the streets alone, and now they were teeming with life. Death too, if you counted the food stalls serving cooked meats.
He slouched in the hallways, peering into the classrooms. His timing was a bit off, they were in session for all of two more minutes. A bell rang, somewhere down one of the long twisting hallways, and a veritable flood of children burst out from every nook and cranny. If he wasn't so much taller, he would have been washed away.
So, this is why we're the Sea Village, huh.
He stayed still, worried that children could be trampled if they fell over. The roiling tide eventually made its way out the gates and onto the beach. Because Shimagakure was an island nation, there was never a beach far away. When Vulgair was a studen - err, a child, some teachers had tried to keep the children on the school grounds. People agreed in principle, but the teachers were constantly losing the battle. Every time one child was hauled in for a reprimanding, another leaked out. Everyone had a sigh of relief, when the schools finally gave in and let recess extend to the nearby beaches. As long as there wasn't an actual fight or a disaster happening. Then the kids would have to sneak out to watch, unsanctioned.
Frankly, the teachers didn't mind the accompanying peace and quiet, either. Vulgair strode back out into the street. The sun was emerging from the remnants of a rain cloud. The rest of the skies were a clear blue, making the day increasingly warm. Vulgair have might put his jacket away on the next leg of the trip. He was making his way out to the beach, when a nearby building caught his eye....
Temporary lockers were a godsend in a village with constantly fluctuating weather. His long coat was folded up neatly, with the larger items removed from the pockets and piled up in one corner of the locker. His pants were rolled up to his knees. His shoes and socks were stuffed in together. This left him in said rolled up pants, and a navy blue long-sleeve shirt. His headband was tied around his left arm, wobbling slightly in the ocean breeze.
He sat his butt down on a rock and watched the kids play for a while. He always wondered what would become of all of them. Who would realize their strengths, and become the best version of themselves? The loudmouths were always the center of attention - could they use their natural influence to help direct the others? A little focus never hurt. Likewise, the introverts scattered off by themselves... they were prone to having different perspectives from the herd. But they had to share them. Then there were the relatively normal people - technically capable of understanding all sides from the middle perspective. The problem was always whether they tried or cared.
His mind began to wander as he finished his internal monologue. His body leaned back against a flat rock face, and he folded his hands on his belly. Today was being pretty relaxing so far, if you ignored the stampede of children coming outside. The clock outside the school showed a few more minutes left in recess. Perhaps he might follow the children back in and see if any looked promising in their studies. A few were clearly physically dominant out here, already.
The bandit fronts had been quiet, and most of his missions had really been about supervising the younglings as they went about their individual journeys. Not all of them would ever climb far, swimming like fish against the river of life. When he wasn't plotting for the sake of the village, he was trying to guide them, one step at a time, to the next pool of stability. Now, he had a bit of me-time. Time to wander the streets, and see the village as a civilian, not as an operative with an agenda.
He found himself near the ninja academy, and headed inside. It had stopped raining outside - weather was not the concern - but it was nice to duck into a calm atmosphere. Many people had found excuses to lurk inside until the rain was over. He had earlier walked the streets alone, and now they were teeming with life. Death too, if you counted the food stalls serving cooked meats.
He slouched in the hallways, peering into the classrooms. His timing was a bit off, they were in session for all of two more minutes. A bell rang, somewhere down one of the long twisting hallways, and a veritable flood of children burst out from every nook and cranny. If he wasn't so much taller, he would have been washed away.
So, this is why we're the Sea Village, huh.
He stayed still, worried that children could be trampled if they fell over. The roiling tide eventually made its way out the gates and onto the beach. Because Shimagakure was an island nation, there was never a beach far away. When Vulgair was a studen - err, a child, some teachers had tried to keep the children on the school grounds. People agreed in principle, but the teachers were constantly losing the battle. Every time one child was hauled in for a reprimanding, another leaked out. Everyone had a sigh of relief, when the schools finally gave in and let recess extend to the nearby beaches. As long as there wasn't an actual fight or a disaster happening. Then the kids would have to sneak out to watch, unsanctioned.
Frankly, the teachers didn't mind the accompanying peace and quiet, either. Vulgair strode back out into the street. The sun was emerging from the remnants of a rain cloud. The rest of the skies were a clear blue, making the day increasingly warm. Vulgair have might put his jacket away on the next leg of the trip. He was making his way out to the beach, when a nearby building caught his eye....
Temporary lockers were a godsend in a village with constantly fluctuating weather. His long coat was folded up neatly, with the larger items removed from the pockets and piled up in one corner of the locker. His pants were rolled up to his knees. His shoes and socks were stuffed in together. This left him in said rolled up pants, and a navy blue long-sleeve shirt. His headband was tied around his left arm, wobbling slightly in the ocean breeze.
He sat his butt down on a rock and watched the kids play for a while. He always wondered what would become of all of them. Who would realize their strengths, and become the best version of themselves? The loudmouths were always the center of attention - could they use their natural influence to help direct the others? A little focus never hurt. Likewise, the introverts scattered off by themselves... they were prone to having different perspectives from the herd. But they had to share them. Then there were the relatively normal people - technically capable of understanding all sides from the middle perspective. The problem was always whether they tried or cared.
His mind began to wander as he finished his internal monologue. His body leaned back against a flat rock face, and he folded his hands on his belly. Today was being pretty relaxing so far, if you ignored the stampede of children coming outside. The clock outside the school showed a few more minutes left in recess. Perhaps he might follow the children back in and see if any looked promising in their studies. A few were clearly physically dominant out here, already.
