Sourei Hisao
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groupMist Shinobi
age 15 years old
birthday 09-21-1009
rank Genin
occupation Medical Corp. member
Sourei Hisao
" Just surviving in life isn’t the same as living "
Hisao threw himself backward and flat onto his back, with no concern for grace or decency which he had been taught to always uphold. He had believed himself to be somewhat alone at this moment, not to mention undeniably frustrated at the scroll in his hand. His legs were somehow still folded and his arms clasped over his chest, books, pens, and scrolls surrounding him in the otherwise short-cut grass plane. He'd sat there, in a somewhat isolated patch of grass near the hospital’s backgates for hours combing over books and scrolls and he'd finally hit a snag. He just didn't get it. He felt as if he’d done as instructed yet his chakra just didn’t flow right, it hadn’t felt right and the words themselves were no help. He let out a groan of frustration and let a hand run over his forehead, pushing his bangs away and pulling at it slightly, hoping to relieve some of the tension that had built up behind his eyes.
The weather was fine. There were a few clouds out, blocking the worst of the sun but next to no wind. If one were to go near the town center and entertainment district, he was sure there would be more people chatting, shopping, and lolling about. He’d worn his usual off-white garb and while he had been masked most of the time he’d walked here and sat studying, he had been unmasked for almost an hour now as he’d gone between drinking something from an amber bottle and reading and not bothering to mask up again.
He'd been here since early morning, needing to get out of the estate lest he go mad walking the same empty halls and rooms. In this moment of frustration, he almost regretted it. While the fresh air had been nice and the change of scenery even more so, the lack of thick walls separating him from the rest of the world had left him with a constant feeling of unease - a crawling anxiety beneath his skin. He saw this as a form of exposure therapy. If he was to be in this world, he would need to get used to it all. He knew Kobashi's reputation alone would keep most from bothering him and this was just public enough that if he did yell, someone would undoubtedly have heard it.
He thought back on his last mission. He'd heard news of both genin teams by now. Whether it was because of competency or pure luck, his team had cleared their mission much quicker than the other group, while only being two people and Hisao thought back on his teammate. He was a strange kid, but undeniably competent.
Can't believe I'm thankful I got teamed up with someone with that kind of reputation... Although I suppose it didn't really matter in the end. Still.. Enyo Kuronmaru. Competent and foolish. Cute. Hisao thought to himself. He doubted he'd have much reason to see the other boy again outside of any other missions they might get sent on and found he was somewhat saddened by that. Perhaps he had been more lonely than he'd let himself realize.
Pathetic, Hisao. Truly, mind-blowingly pathetic..
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