Sano Hanging Out (Open)
Nov 19, 2009 11:48:00 GMT -7
Post by sano on Nov 19, 2009 11:48:00 GMT -7
Sano had waited patiently for someone to give an answer, that someone he was assuming would be the Mizukage. It was only right the Mizukage had asked them all a question and now that he had received his answer he would go on to either say something wise or ask another one. At least this was how it was with his teachers in the academy. Sano didn’t talk much so his social interaction with others was quite limited. He relied so much on his hearing for simply living that it had rolled over into every aspect of his life. Sano had come to realize that most ordinary people could barely go a few minutes around another human being without feeling the urge to say something. Sano however, had spent whole days merely standing in the central hub of the market allowing the constant hum of the street merchants illuminate his vision and offer him sight. The young genin was so concentrated on his Mizukage that his echolocation easily picked up on his kage’s brief moment of staring. Sano wasn’t exactly sure what had earned him the watchful eye, but considering it was the Mizukage it could have been any number of things. Sano didn’t mind though and instead did his best to actually face his Kage despite the fact that his version of vision allowed him to watch everyone around him without actually looking at them.
When the Mizukage continued it was with a question, something Sano had thought would come. It was only normal for the Mizukage to wish to learn more about the newest generation of shinobi in his village. The question was difficult and Sano had been directed similar ones during his raising by his own parents. It was both a question to gage how wise someone was and could see how emotionally stable someone was. The shinobi Sano didn’t really know, Nyustukyi, answered first. As the other boy spoke it became obvious that all the genin’s ideals were going to be different. He already knew what sort of answer Gaali was going to give and it most certainly wasn’t going to be that.
When Gaali did speak Sano had to fight the urge to shake his head and smirk. It was the sort of answer his cheery friend would offer. Gaali was loyal and would due a lot of things for this village, but he was still pure in many ways. Gaali was a man with his own beliefs. When pushed came to shove their would be some things that Gaali just wouldn’t do, even if those things would be considered heinous by most civilized people’s standards. When it was his turn Sano didn’t blink. The answer had been formulating in his mind the second the question was asked and he offered no second of wait. When he began to spoke he stared off regarding no one. In his own way he was watching everyone, but his eyes remained glued as if staring into space, it had a sort of creepy effect to it. Sano’s voice came out sure and chilling, “I don’t know what true power is and unless it is necessary I am not going to bother to attain it. I don’t have that sort of goal. I serve the village, the Mizukage. Power is irrelevant if one cannot complete their mission. I will do whatever it takes to complete the task given to me. If I am not strong enough then I will use strategy, if strategy doesn’t work I will resort to trickery, and if trickery doesn’t work then I will find some other way. All things come to end, all people die. Will focusing on obtaining this true power help you when you die. If it helps one achieve their mission then believe in what you want. I focus on the present, one mission at a time, one training at a time. I will worry about the future when that time comes, when that fight comes.” Sano then went quiet content with his answer, preferring to spout the truth then some answer that would have pleased all.
When the Mizukage continued it was with a question, something Sano had thought would come. It was only normal for the Mizukage to wish to learn more about the newest generation of shinobi in his village. The question was difficult and Sano had been directed similar ones during his raising by his own parents. It was both a question to gage how wise someone was and could see how emotionally stable someone was. The shinobi Sano didn’t really know, Nyustukyi, answered first. As the other boy spoke it became obvious that all the genin’s ideals were going to be different. He already knew what sort of answer Gaali was going to give and it most certainly wasn’t going to be that.
When Gaali did speak Sano had to fight the urge to shake his head and smirk. It was the sort of answer his cheery friend would offer. Gaali was loyal and would due a lot of things for this village, but he was still pure in many ways. Gaali was a man with his own beliefs. When pushed came to shove their would be some things that Gaali just wouldn’t do, even if those things would be considered heinous by most civilized people’s standards. When it was his turn Sano didn’t blink. The answer had been formulating in his mind the second the question was asked and he offered no second of wait. When he began to spoke he stared off regarding no one. In his own way he was watching everyone, but his eyes remained glued as if staring into space, it had a sort of creepy effect to it. Sano’s voice came out sure and chilling, “I don’t know what true power is and unless it is necessary I am not going to bother to attain it. I don’t have that sort of goal. I serve the village, the Mizukage. Power is irrelevant if one cannot complete their mission. I will do whatever it takes to complete the task given to me. If I am not strong enough then I will use strategy, if strategy doesn’t work I will resort to trickery, and if trickery doesn’t work then I will find some other way. All things come to end, all people die. Will focusing on obtaining this true power help you when you die. If it helps one achieve their mission then believe in what you want. I focus on the present, one mission at a time, one training at a time. I will worry about the future when that time comes, when that fight comes.” Sano then went quiet content with his answer, preferring to spout the truth then some answer that would have pleased all.