Zanji sat and lay in a field near the entrance to kirigakure. Hey lay within then grass just staring up at the sky enjoying the limited sun he could get through the thick fog and clouds. He picked through pieces of grass with his hands as if they were nothing but weeds. His hands shook violently and he began to perspire as thoughts of violence rang through his mind images of people being murdered blood coating his very clothing. He flipped over onto his back and felt sick to his stomach as he proceeded to vomit into the grass. Tears streaming down his face his fists pounding the ground as he quickly stood up and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. He hated this new part of himself wanting to kill people see there blood flow and splatter across the ground. He wished he could be rid of that feeling all together but it was impossible it was in his very biology now that his clans ability had awoken.
He Sighed and took a sip from his water bottle he had brought along and washed out the vomit taste from it and spat it onto the ground. Least he could get rid of that foul taste from his system. He sniffled and then he spotted something on the ground. A lone white camellia in the grass. He smiled and walked over slowly and gently sniffed the flower enjoying the aroma it gave off. His gentle side of his personality now becoming more dominant over his dark side as he thought of joyful images. Such as spending time with his father he seemed to daze into a haze of bliss aware of his surroundings yet his eyes vacant. He wished he could spend time with his father above all else but that was impossible he had been put down like a dog by the very village he lived in. He loved his village yet he hated it for taking away his only parent but the village had no choice in the matter for his father had gone on a murderous spree losing his self control due to the senninka. a single tear ran down his right side of his face as he thought of his fathers funeral. That's what brought him back to reality he could not bear to watch those memories. He walked to the lands edge and crouched and sat by the waters edge just staring into his own reflection.
He Sighed and took a sip from his water bottle he had brought along and washed out the vomit taste from it and spat it onto the ground. Least he could get rid of that foul taste from his system. He sniffled and then he spotted something on the ground. A lone white camellia in the grass. He smiled and walked over slowly and gently sniffed the flower enjoying the aroma it gave off. His gentle side of his personality now becoming more dominant over his dark side as he thought of joyful images. Such as spending time with his father he seemed to daze into a haze of bliss aware of his surroundings yet his eyes vacant. He wished he could spend time with his father above all else but that was impossible he had been put down like a dog by the very village he lived in. He loved his village yet he hated it for taking away his only parent but the village had no choice in the matter for his father had gone on a murderous spree losing his self control due to the senninka. a single tear ran down his right side of his face as he thought of his fathers funeral. That's what brought him back to reality he could not bear to watch those memories. He walked to the lands edge and crouched and sat by the waters edge just staring into his own reflection.