The village on this day was being blessed by good weather with clouds in the sky, a calm breeze and the warmth of the sun as it bathed on the skin of everyone over the village. Burittsu walked out of his house early in the morning on this day to explore the village some more and maybe meet another soul. Interesting on how many people seemed to cross his path, most likely considering him to be the odd one out of everyone in the village but he would never care as he stepped out into the sunlight revealing himself. At the height of six foot even he wore a blue and white kimono and sported wooden sandals on his right hip side resting his fathers sword. Hidden in a blue scabbard the sword remained tucked away from the eyes of the public upon the hilt wrapped around blue and white cloth ironically matching the outfit of Burittsu his brown skin bounced off the sunlight. Giving him a bronze like glow underneath the radiating beams from the star above his eyes and hair came in a matching color set of dark blue with a shinobi looking like this it was no wonder everyone thought of him differently. The attention was nice, it was normal for him to be different from the rest, it made him unique and one to always keep an eye out for he surely does love surprising those unsuspected.
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Walking down the path from his home it was big and empty and he continued to lack money to fix the insides but soon that would change. For now he was grateful to have a place to put his head down after the nights of wandering around gathering information to best educate himself. The village was different then he had suspected the people and the land was all different and he was sure outside the village the land was incredible the people from other lands would most likely disagree about the beauty of the world. Since they were more experienced with people and how they operated that only left him unskilled when it came to actual humans such a feeling was hard to bear. Gazing upon the civilians who seemed to enjoy their time daily without worry only feared the power of the shinobi that wandered these streets that was something he wanted to change within the walls. There was no need for them to fear those who came to protect them but he did meet the monsters himself, being a casual civilian the fear became easier to notice.
“...”
Making his way between the crowd of people again he stuck out like a sore thumb with everyone moving around him avoiding any contact with the swordsmen. This was the way things seemed to be shinobi must have been tough on the people of the land for such type of remorse. As he continued walking he could feel the eyes of the people slowly one by one aiming down upon him studying him for what he was or what he could be since storming in the village the first time with a powerful presence such as that wasn’t obvious enough. It did make him happy that they knew who brought him in the lust for power swelled deep inside of him, the possibilities of him using it for the village would change the way the people saw shinobi. At least the people inside these walls for the rest of the world were probably better or worse for the treatment of shinobi or civilians. Coming to a stop he sat upon an empty bench gazing upwards to the sky feeling that soft breeze upon his skin always seemed to calm him as his eyes fell shut.
“...”
“...”
Walking down the path from his home it was big and empty and he continued to lack money to fix the insides but soon that would change. For now he was grateful to have a place to put his head down after the nights of wandering around gathering information to best educate himself. The village was different then he had suspected the people and the land was all different and he was sure outside the village the land was incredible the people from other lands would most likely disagree about the beauty of the world. Since they were more experienced with people and how they operated that only left him unskilled when it came to actual humans such a feeling was hard to bear. Gazing upon the civilians who seemed to enjoy their time daily without worry only feared the power of the shinobi that wandered these streets that was something he wanted to change within the walls. There was no need for them to fear those who came to protect them but he did meet the monsters himself, being a casual civilian the fear became easier to notice.
“...”
Making his way between the crowd of people again he stuck out like a sore thumb with everyone moving around him avoiding any contact with the swordsmen. This was the way things seemed to be shinobi must have been tough on the people of the land for such type of remorse. As he continued walking he could feel the eyes of the people slowly one by one aiming down upon him studying him for what he was or what he could be since storming in the village the first time with a powerful presence such as that wasn’t obvious enough. It did make him happy that they knew who brought him in the lust for power swelled deep inside of him, the possibilities of him using it for the village would change the way the people saw shinobi. At least the people inside these walls for the rest of the world were probably better or worse for the treatment of shinobi or civilians. Coming to a stop he sat upon an empty bench gazing upwards to the sky feeling that soft breeze upon his skin always seemed to calm him as his eyes fell shut.
“...”
