Kojima Daisuke
Step aside, don't make this any harder than it has to be.
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age 21 years old
birthday July 20th
rank Chūnin
occupation Sage Apprentice, Raikage's Assistant
IF YOU ALWAYS WORRY ABOUT CRUSHING ANTS BENEATH YOUR FEET
Daisuke would take a small sip of his drink, mulling over the Raikage's words with care and intent. His eyes narrowed, his gaze dropping slightly, focusing on nothing but his own thoughts. Kizumi had a point, for certain. While part of it was simply to prove those around him wrong, there was more to it than that. More of his deeper, greater desires to find purpose had been getting revealed each and every day. But he was still missing something.
"I'd be lying if I said that wasn't at least a part of it.” Daisuke eventually said, forming words to tie his thoughts together. "It's funny, you know. I had a similar talk with Azarea not too long ago. About purpose, drive. About will.”
The young sage paused, downing the last of his drink before he placed the empty glass against Kizumi's desk. "Lately, I feel like I've been missing that. Purpose, I mean. Like I thought that purpose was something that was given to you. Earned, in a way. Not something that came from inside.” He said, his hand raising over his chest for a moment.
"I want people to see me differently than the way I see myself. I know I haven't been doing to great a job at that, but it took me a little longer than I'd like to admit to figure that out. Confidence in my abilities and skills is easy to see. Power is easy to gravitate to. But my pride and ego are two faced. I tell myself I'm 'better' than everyone in the room just as often as I convince myself I'm just another piece of shit.”
He stopped, his head turning to the side while he tried to get more to the point of her question rather than focus on his own flaws. "I never understood how people could not care about what other people thought. About how they are perceived. I've always cared. But now, I think what matters to me more, and what I'm trying to learn, is how to see myself different. How can I reach that perfect ideal of myself, that perfect version of me, who is strong, yet kind. Honest, humble, grateful. I know I'll never reach it. Not entirely, anyway. But I can't even give myself the slack to acknowledge and believe that just taking steps closer to that goal is what matters. That it's okay to never become that perfect version of yourself. But I'm afraid to admit and accept that I can't get there alone, too. I fuckin' hate asking for help, even when I know I need it. Like a part of me just screams whenever I can't be self sufficient.”
Daisuke would stop for a moment, mulling over his the words that formed in his train of thought as he refilled his glass and topped off Kizumi's as well.
"What drives me is hunger, Oba-san. Hunger for growth in all aspects. In mind, in body, in spirit. And the hope that someday I might actually be able to look at myself in the mirror and be content, instead of complacent, or loathesome.”
Daisuke took a sip of the refilled glass after relaxing back in his chair, a small smirk on his face as his gaze met with izumi's once more.
"And to one day take your job.” He said with a small chuckle.
THEN YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO WALK
Temp By: Akira
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Matt
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