What lies ahead /O/

[rocket.]

He stared into space

Twas mid-day in Kirigakure. The radiant star that was oh so very far away was releasing its daily flood of brilliant light on the country. The morning haze that was Blue in tint was now an Orange one; a more brilliant shade to express the heart and soul of the village.

Within the valiant fog, a faded figure stood. As time rolled on, the form of said figure became clearer; more crisp. It was a boy; a shinobi. He stood there, his posture relaxed, hands resting in tightly-woven pockets. He gazed skyward; his eyes piercing through the thick cloud. Not an easy task for a shinobi.

Without the right eyes, at least

Three tears of slate remained frozen on dual pools of blood. Sharingan. The prized possession of his clan. His eyes gazed into what seemed like an obstacle. But the crimson hues transcended the cloud of fog, as well as the birds that soared above, the clouds that drifted by; he gazed as far as his heritage had let him.

A remarkable feat; to be able to see so well. Even with such a gift, he could not see what was to come--the future.

[rocket.]

"Even with such eyes, I cannot find the answers of tomorrow within the cosmos..."

His voice was faint; low. His words fell on deaf ears, seeing as he was alone. As his words ended, his optics were drained of blood--dull, slate pools were revealed. Sharingan disengaged, he'd lower his gaze to what was ahead of him.

The path was unclear;; full of the light, morning mist. Guess I'll have to figure things out myself..., he thought. No sooner did his repetitive footfall start up again. The lean figure of the young Uchiha would fade away gradually; eventually vanishing in the mist.

Exit--->