Leaving (Travel thread)
Aug 2, 2007 11:46:49 GMT -7
Post by Murata on Aug 2, 2007 11:46:49 GMT -7
The chuunin exams were now a distant memory in the mind of this Uchiha boy, he wondered how much it actually meant to be called 'chuunin', were his dreams pathetic? How many famous ninja actually went through that process? He couldn't count many, the great ones all being criminals and people who betrayed their villages at early ages. It was someone humourous how he viewed his old plans now. Was he a criminal? No, and even going into this country wouldn't make him a missing nin, that wasn't his plan...for now. A small smirk came to the boy's face as he thought about this short reprieve from his duties as a shinobi. Wait...shinobi? He cringed at the use of the word. He was but a mere genin, just a speck on the radar of great shinobi and just a pint sized brat to the great ones if they even knew him. He remembered his goal, to become great. What was greatness? Was it dying for your country? That couldn't be it...how could you know of greatness if you were dead, it was a worthless exit from reality. Becoming ANBU was his goal as well, but what had the ANBU done exactly? For all of the missing nin caught at least 100 ANBU were killed, what kind of trade-off was that? Were these ANBU considered great even by their own kages? No, how pathetic it must be.
The smirk left Murata's face as he began his walk and first steps into the River country, it wasn't a shinobi country, it was just a simple port country. Poor...eh, he would survive, it was a good enough looking place at least. People would see his headband and immediately stand clear, shinobi weren't generally accepted in countries like this. However, they knew they were too weak to do anything about it. Too weak...inadequate, he needed to become more than that, to prove himself. At the moment he was nothing, going on pattycake missions in Cloud with those who wanted to be no more than average. His parents were this way, still chuunin level in their 30s and destined to never improve. HE was different, HE knew that to be great there were sacrifices. The silver Uchiha necklace shook on his neck and he grabbed it with his left hand.
Another problem, what happened to the once great clan? Mediocrity was the word that described it, they were supposed to be the most feared clan in all of the continent...Now they were nothing, skidmarks to those more powerful. It was truly tragic, but now he intended to make the clan feared again, his name would be the last one etched into the minds of many when they thought of legend, he knew there was a long way to go for that, but would do anything to reach it. These first steps through the country had given him these thoughts, and he intended to clarify them once he could find a place to rest...
(move to River)
The smirk left Murata's face as he began his walk and first steps into the River country, it wasn't a shinobi country, it was just a simple port country. Poor...eh, he would survive, it was a good enough looking place at least. People would see his headband and immediately stand clear, shinobi weren't generally accepted in countries like this. However, they knew they were too weak to do anything about it. Too weak...inadequate, he needed to become more than that, to prove himself. At the moment he was nothing, going on pattycake missions in Cloud with those who wanted to be no more than average. His parents were this way, still chuunin level in their 30s and destined to never improve. HE was different, HE knew that to be great there were sacrifices. The silver Uchiha necklace shook on his neck and he grabbed it with his left hand.
Another problem, what happened to the once great clan? Mediocrity was the word that described it, they were supposed to be the most feared clan in all of the continent...Now they were nothing, skidmarks to those more powerful. It was truly tragic, but now he intended to make the clan feared again, his name would be the last one etched into the minds of many when they thought of legend, he knew there was a long way to go for that, but would do anything to reach it. These first steps through the country had given him these thoughts, and he intended to clarify them once he could find a place to rest...
(move to River)