The air was cool, and the sky was dark. A small breeze blew through the rocky canyon to the shore. Water splashed up on the sand, turning it darker with each splash. The tide was low, revealing the jagged rocks slightly past the coast. Akki was sitting on a lonely rock in the middle of the sand. He rested, one leg on the rock and one off of it. The full sun shown in the sky with a great illumination, showing clearly of the area around him. Akki surveyed the land, slowly moving his eyes around the quiet beach.
Akki started drawing in the sand, carving into the grain. He drew pictures depicting war, demons, symbols, and all the like. He continued to draw till a complete scene was etched into the earth. He sat back, admiring his work. Akki smiled at the chaos in the sand, thinking to himself what a wonderful world it would be. The water washed up on the beach, erasing the scene. Akki sighed, hopping off the rock and started walking home. It was a dream, but later on in life it might be more than just a dream.
The sun was setting, and now was sitting on the horizon over the water. It shimmered on the sea, reflecting its light out onto the land, creating flying shapes on the side of the turtle. Yes thats right, turtle, as Akki was sitting on a small cliff that rested on the giant turtle of Kumo. He had come to train his clan's jutsu, now knowing how to use it, but had no muse in doing so. He was tired from a long day of work in the bright light. He watched the sun redden as it continue to sink into the water, the moon already visible in the sky. There was a light breeze coming from the trees, making the leaves rustle slightly, and in the darkening light it somewhat sounded like whispers. Akki had been almost daydreaming, thinking of the future that may or may never come to pass. Akki heard a slight growl and looked behind him slowly, seeing nothing.
Because nothing is there you useless sack of blood filled flesh.
Akki sighed, as his inner darkness spoke in his mind. He had gotten used to the thing, finding its rude behavior more pleasant than some of the actual people i Kumo. It was why he preferred to train out on the turtle, away from society. Akki sighed, resting his head on his hand, which rested on his elbow, which rested on his knee, which rested on his foot, which rested on the ground. He was almost tired, but as soon as the sun dipped below the water he found himself with a new found vigor. Akki slowly stood up, turning around, and cracked his fingers.
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Akki started drawing in the sand, carving into the grain. He drew pictures depicting war, demons, symbols, and all the like. He continued to draw till a complete scene was etched into the earth. He sat back, admiring his work. Akki smiled at the chaos in the sand, thinking to himself what a wonderful world it would be. The water washed up on the beach, erasing the scene. Akki sighed, hopping off the rock and started walking home. It was a dream, but later on in life it might be more than just a dream.
The sun was setting, and now was sitting on the horizon over the water. It shimmered on the sea, reflecting its light out onto the land, creating flying shapes on the side of the turtle. Yes thats right, turtle, as Akki was sitting on a small cliff that rested on the giant turtle of Kumo. He had come to train his clan's jutsu, now knowing how to use it, but had no muse in doing so. He was tired from a long day of work in the bright light. He watched the sun redden as it continue to sink into the water, the moon already visible in the sky. There was a light breeze coming from the trees, making the leaves rustle slightly, and in the darkening light it somewhat sounded like whispers. Akki had been almost daydreaming, thinking of the future that may or may never come to pass. Akki heard a slight growl and looked behind him slowly, seeing nothing.
Because nothing is there you useless sack of blood filled flesh.
Akki sighed, as his inner darkness spoke in his mind. He had gotten used to the thing, finding its rude behavior more pleasant than some of the actual people i Kumo. It was why he preferred to train out on the turtle, away from society. Akki sighed, resting his head on his hand, which rested on his elbow, which rested on his knee, which rested on his foot, which rested on the ground. He was almost tired, but as soon as the sun dipped below the water he found himself with a new found vigor. Akki slowly stood up, turning around, and cracked his fingers.
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