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The Young man woke up in the morning, yawned, and looked out his window. He lived in a smaller area, having the basic necessities that all ninja needed. With a simple sigh, he was already out of bed, washing up, having a snack and leaving to enjoy another day in the village. The sounds of people trying to advertise their businesses outside would echo throughout Daisuke's home. He took one more peek outside, chuckling slightly. "Sometimes I wonder if this peace will end... If history would repeat..." By that time, he was putting his shoes on, walking around the streets of the busy Sunagakure. The wind is heard, howling outside the large walls of the village. By the time Daisuke was done walking around, he had managed to advance to a different location, the training grounds of where he used to train at all the time. Daisuke casually walked around, seeing training dummies, half ripped apart and broken, still standing there.
Surprisingly, he had a gut feeling that he was being followed, but he could care less. Memories flooded his brain, as he smiled to himself. He was no longer a student, but he was soon to be a teacher. Gossip had stated that teams were going to be assigned soon, but Daisuke wasn't worrying about whether the rumors were true or not. He was soon to be a teacher, and he wanted to be a teacher. He wanted to see his students grow gradually, becoming bigger and better shinobi. To protect the Land of Wind and hold the peace between all the nations and villages. The jounin took and deep breath and let it all out, "More like a dream," Was all he managed to say. Nothing would get in the way of his mood today, even if someone was following him. "Yes, a dream." Looking around for the last time, he found a dried out stick, picked it up and outlined the word "memories" in the sand.
"That bench..." His thoughts trailed off. Daisuke had noticed the old bench still sitting there. Though, its day of being a bench was practically over. The bench was broken and old, another memory of Daisuke. Maybe moving the Sunagakure as a child was a good thing, or maybe not. Did it make a difference in Daisukes mind? No. Either way he would've become a person he was today, or would he? Breathing out another sigh, he started to walk back towards the village. Looking up into the beautiful sky, the clouds hovering high above him, he smirked. "Well, memories are always nice to have once and awhile."
Surprisingly, he had a gut feeling that he was being followed, but he could care less. Memories flooded his brain, as he smiled to himself. He was no longer a student, but he was soon to be a teacher. Gossip had stated that teams were going to be assigned soon, but Daisuke wasn't worrying about whether the rumors were true or not. He was soon to be a teacher, and he wanted to be a teacher. He wanted to see his students grow gradually, becoming bigger and better shinobi. To protect the Land of Wind and hold the peace between all the nations and villages. The jounin took and deep breath and let it all out, "More like a dream," Was all he managed to say. Nothing would get in the way of his mood today, even if someone was following him. "Yes, a dream." Looking around for the last time, he found a dried out stick, picked it up and outlined the word "memories" in the sand.
"That bench..." His thoughts trailed off. Daisuke had noticed the old bench still sitting there. Though, its day of being a bench was practically over. The bench was broken and old, another memory of Daisuke. Maybe moving the Sunagakure as a child was a good thing, or maybe not. Did it make a difference in Daisukes mind? No. Either way he would've become a person he was today, or would he? Breathing out another sigh, he started to walk back towards the village. Looking up into the beautiful sky, the clouds hovering high above him, he smirked. "Well, memories are always nice to have once and awhile."