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age 15 years old
birthday 01-01
rank Genin
occupation
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[attr="class","pwficon"] [attr="class","pwficonbg"] [attr="class","pwfbody"] He could feel their eyes on him, their own little inquisition as they brought damned silent judgement on him. Konsho had gotten far more than his share of that in Iwagakure, those eyes; looking at him for any sign of failure or imperfection. His instructors, the other students, even unimportant men and woman who had merely heard of some no name wild child being given the potential position of sage. The mere insinuation that a stranger could be given that position incited their envy and hate. A position Taki now occupied, and one she used to her advantage to forward her own plans. Yet she received nothing less than respect from those around her, and how could the blonde kunoichi be given anything else? A child prodigy, a full fledged sage at the age of fifteen, and a local hero long before she even was interested in being an apprentice. There was no reason to hate her. [break][break] "It would be best if you rested my dear boy such over exertion is problematic, you already passed out once this morning--" [break] "Say what...?" [break][break] "Ah, I see you at least waited fifty-seven seconds before you decided to violate patient confidentiality. Thank you for the consideration, Riku." Konsho's exceedingly sarcastic and accusatory response was bit out with an underlying aggression that was just as strange as Konsho's own comment earlier. Given the current scenarios, with everything being laid bare regardless of his own consent, Konsho didn't feel the need to hold back the constant commentary from his own mind. Taking a step forward, Konsho's stance was controlled and rigid, rather than the more relaxed posture he usually possessed. Staring into the eyes of the summon, his gaze would tell Riku all he needed to know; there would no talking here. One arm firmly behind his back, it spoke that Konsho would in no way be returning the gesture he had already rejected at the gate, and that he had not liked the fact that Riku had failed to listen before. "Thank you for your visit." [break][break] "Look Blue hair I get it...but dis ain't da way ta do it...and dis is coming from me!" [break][break] Crimson eyes would be pulled from Riku's orbs to Taki's own, attention grabbed from a hand on his shoulder. The words pierced Konsho's own focused mind, as his vision began to take in the form of his friend. She had a point, and the fact that it was her making the point made it strike all the more true. He could feel the faint pain still clinging to his muscles, perhaps it was time to rest. "Look...take 5...or 10." With those few words, his mental vision began to narrow again. There she went repeating herself again, she seemed to love to do that! Perhaps it was an Okada thing, loving to hear the sound of one's own voice. As his eyes widened, Konsho's stare would meet Taki's own, solely focused on them as his eyes dilated in realization. [break][break] Those blue eyes and that annoying look, he hated it! He hated her! She thought he couldn't handle this, that he was helpless. The self righteous pity, that he could not handle what she had put herself through. History repeating yet again, and she assumed he was as powerless as ever. But this was not sage training, he was not helpless, and she was wrong! But perhaps he should be thankful it's just that mournful, self gratifying stare. After all, she could have unleashed one of her obsessive condescending rants, complaining yet again over his complete lack of any of progress. Or even worse, she could have beaten him yet again- not that he could blame her for it- it seemed to be the only method that worked! He barely graduated before she informed him she was already chuunin- in between blows of course, to make the profound punctuation of such a statement land just as hard as her fists had! So looking at it, Konsho knew he should feel gratitude for this- this... pity. [break][break] A gaze placed upon him from above, from yet another superior who had surpassed him. A line he could never cross, a divide he could not surmount- he was simply doomed to watch as everyone else took their spot and he remained in reserve. But now he had a way over it, one that he would not be denied, not by her- Riku- ANYONE! After months of pain- of feeling the shards of his own bones pierce his soft, weak flesh. Drying his eyes to the point his blood vessels threatened to leave his skull to seek out that sweet, wonderous hydration and protection he denied himself as he spent in numerous hours translating lost and insignificant texts! Not when he had fought one of the apes, just to gain entry to his own home! Be it the supposed gods, the bijuu, the lords, it did not matter who! No one would stop him anymore, not even himself! [break][break] As Konsho stepped away from Taki, the young shinobi would seem to recenter himself, burying those idiotic emotions back in the hell they belonged in. A deep breath later, and they were gone. He could not be mad at Taki, he could not hate her. Not his oldest friend. She was simply worried, as ironic as it was given where he learned this from. "Sorry, but I can't. I have a new path to follow, one that can make up for the... situation I've landed myself in. This is where I finally start making strides, where I do something. Not a title someone else decided to give me, or some idiotic pride. I'm chasing what I want, no matter the cost. You're doing the same thing."
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