Serenity

The air brushed upon his skin as his body stood tall and motionless as if it was rooted to the ground as a tree. The incoming pressure of nature was nothing but a regular pattern in life under the sun. Some time had passed but only his eyes would study the land returning from isolation seemed the best course of action. As days passed and time flew so did his mind as he even wondered if he was gone for too long or since the time he’s been away has he been forgotten and left in the dust it was only a couple days but yet again his paranoia seemed to be his enemy. He almost thought he could run away into a new life without the need of revenge but a life of silence wasn’t standing waiting for him; he was sure that the battlefield would be the final saga for himself. Standing about in a blue and white kimono he wondered if he was starting to realize that living such a passive life while the world continued to move into hardship was the right thing to do. From a distance the sound of people stammering and chatting about filled the air. It was those he chose to protect that of his village, the only home he ever knew with such talented but different shinobi. A battle was needed to fill his need for something he went without for so long but now all he could muster the strength to return back yet again it had been years since he last showed his face. Giving himself a little chuckle he was now the stranger in his own land it was only right since his absence took only years for him to resurface. With a push of wind upon his back it felt like even the world wanted to see him try, the grin upon his face remained as he continued to watch and listen as the village talked to him from a distance with figures moving about and noises to be heard. His home remained beautiful and maybe a little development took place such things he would find out later as for now he stood there motionless.

Gazing off into the distance he rested his eyes upon each building watching and studying their craft he felt as if he was home but would the welcome be as sweet. Such thoughts continued to fancy their way into his mind and set him adrift with a couple gestures using his face he was thinking of a way to regain his strength. Remaining motionless he stood still gazing upon the village he longed to protect the very home he would die on a sword to watch thrive and prosper as long the people and village continued to grow and move forward. His goal was the only thing he had left to his word to seek out the evil in the world and destroy it from within all who opposed the village and came looking for blood. Would be met with a simple fate from his point of view. It all seemed normal such rash anger for those he could not reach something that danced in his head but could not be corrected unless provided the source of the pain. Giving only a crack of his neck he could only wish he had a chance to return to the good days when he had a chance to be better and not make such choices. But like the rest of his companions he was forced to learn and grow in this world and become a better shinobi for his village he wanted more. Nothing less and nothing more as he watched from a distance and he enjoyed the sight of home and all the memories quickly resurfaced from the depths of his mind. Maybe eventually his time would come.  

"Interesting.."

Adam woke up, as usual, on the couch. It wasn't a that he lacked a bed. In fact, he had a quite comfy bed in the room next to him, however, he had been staying up late, looking out of his large window, staring at the seas of his, at least for now, new home. But obviously, this hadn't been the reason for him sleeping in such an unusual place. The 3 bottles of whiskey however were. While at some point Adam was sure that his blood must have been poisonous due to the alcohol concentration, it didn't bother him at all. If anything, so much was needed in order for him to feel anything at all. After all, his resilience was a double-edged sword, even if many would consider it a blessing. Adam wouldn't trade anything for it, regardless, he also wouldn't pretend that it only brought positives with it.

Shaking his head slightly he would get up and stretch himslef, before passing the room and looking through the opened door into the room of his friend, seeing that she still was asleep. Had she been drinking with him? It didn't matter. Passing over to the open kitchen, Adam prepared some toast and a few slices of sausage for himself, as he put an egg into the microwave. He would have made some for her as well, but she was like Adam in the regard of liking eggs freshly cooked, warm toasts, cold sausage, and long sleeping sessions.

After his breakfast was finished, and a quick tour to his bathroom, he would step out of the home he had rented. Taking a few looks around, he would begin to take a walk, eager to refil his stock of alcohol. As time went on, he eventually would pass a strange looking man, seemingly watching the village. Waiting for his monologue to finish, he eventually would ask him: "Excuse me... you don't happen to know a place that sells liquor here, do you?"

As he watched over the village he felt as if he was truly alone for a second at the very least till he felt a presence behind as if someone was watching him not long but briefly he stood motionless. With the words of the man falling upon his ears he began to wonder if he should even help him with such an easy task early in the day and he was willing to spend it with a drink under such pain he couldn’t blame the man. Gazing off towards the village for a few seconds before finally turning his view towards the stranger who stood awaiting some type of answer to form from the male. Indeed this male was a shinobi but to what extent but what or who was he to judge another for dulling their senses especially in his case since his senses aren’t his own in particular situations. Walking up a little towards the male to get a little bit more visual he was completing his detailed outlook on someone else who he never saw around this village so many surprises awaited him it seems. A tiny gust of wind started to push through the land as it allowed him to enjoy the vast air from mother nature herself giving a little chuckle it seemed he was willing to help. Turning his back towards the shinobi he pointed towards the bustling noise coming from the village where their taverns and bars were surely open as the people down there enjoyed their time. He continued to watch a little before taking a couple steps towards the village.

“Come drink in the village.. Or take it back to this quiet side of the land..”

Gesturing for the male to follow him with a wave Blitz started the journey to the land of liquor coming to a quick stop after mere seconds of moving he looked over his shoulder once more gazing at the male. Not in hopes of him following but it seemed it was best to ask some questions before allowing a person to travel with him even if it was only a short distance. The trust he carried was slim to none with the more he looked upon the male it seemed the less he wanted to even bother with a question. Once more he decided to keep on walking towards the village as the music and crowds grew louder it became clear he was missing his home as he got closer the more and more faces he was able to see. Each happy and some even sad but that was the poison they picked for their night the closer he got to the village the more he started to grin to himself missing every aspect of the place that he knew and loved. Passing through people making their way into and out of the buildings indeed was lovely but all came to a quick end as he stopped in front of a bar. Gazing behind him at the bustling crowds he could only hope the guy who was following was actually behind him; it was best to wait for everyone's sake.


“Here you go, stranger.. you make it back home safe tonight. Understand?”

Burittsu Walked Away.

~End.~

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