Post by sandetiger on May 9, 2012 22:51:57 GMT -5
There was a sound of knuckles cracking, and then ten fingers waggled in the air as if to work out the kinks. Aidokusha stared down at the hands, studying them. They were her own, of course, as much as part of her as anything - yet, sometimes, they seemed so alien to her. The knobs that served knuckles, the fleshy protrusions that were supposedly her fingers. And the fingernails. Those were so odd. Why did humans have fingernails? What was the point of them? And more importantly, how could things so guilty, so dirty, look so odd? They weren't even fearsome, they were just odd. Bony projections of the arm, spindly twigs with the power to end lives with relative ease. And indeed they had - they'd born the weapons the sliced throats, they'd crushed skulls all by themselves, served as the mediums through which deadly jutsu channeled out... And they didn't even look deadly. There was no malicious curve, no sinister angle. They were just, simply... Hands.
And that was okay, really. Because they weren't all bad. Truly. There were good things about them, too, there was no doubt of that. These were the hands that had embraced friendship. The hands that had built homes and saved comrades, had held books and created art. And they would be the hands that guided a new generation of shinobi.
Ah. Right. Guidance. Genin teams. That was what she was supposed to be doing. Or rather, that was what she was waiting for. For them to show up, that was. When she'd been notified that she would be heading a Genin team, and then she'd been notified as to whom would be on her team, she'd dispatched a messenger with handwritten notes to the three of them with the order that they all congregate forthwith at such-and-such time at the waterfall. And in the interest of making a good first appearance, the Jounin had arrived early. Too early, however, which quickly led to a prolonged period of standing around and waiting for people to show up. And eventually, she'd climbed up a tree and plunked her butt down to sit and wait in relative comfort. The vantage point she'd chosen to sit in was one of the larger trees in the area, a great looming behemoth that overshadowed the nearby small spring that was fed by the great mountain waters. The mountain waters in question actually emerged from several hundred feet above the spring, the drop of which created a thin - but powerful - waterfall. Not that that was important, but it was certainly lovely to look at.
Not that she was spending the whole time looking at waterfalls and awkward hands, mind. For a while, she'd been reading, an epic story of the days of yore, of ninja heroes and hard times - and, to be honest, it wasn't terribly realistic, but the writing was wonderful, and she liked the world-building. It was tangible. Unfortunately, it was limited to the text that the author had inscribed, and Aidokusha could only read so much before she ran out of material to read. A sad day, indeed. And it was the only book she'd brought out with her, this close to the village. Hence her aimless observations of the world around her...
And that was okay, really. Because they weren't all bad. Truly. There were good things about them, too, there was no doubt of that. These were the hands that had embraced friendship. The hands that had built homes and saved comrades, had held books and created art. And they would be the hands that guided a new generation of shinobi.
Ah. Right. Guidance. Genin teams. That was what she was supposed to be doing. Or rather, that was what she was waiting for. For them to show up, that was. When she'd been notified that she would be heading a Genin team, and then she'd been notified as to whom would be on her team, she'd dispatched a messenger with handwritten notes to the three of them with the order that they all congregate forthwith at such-and-such time at the waterfall. And in the interest of making a good first appearance, the Jounin had arrived early. Too early, however, which quickly led to a prolonged period of standing around and waiting for people to show up. And eventually, she'd climbed up a tree and plunked her butt down to sit and wait in relative comfort. The vantage point she'd chosen to sit in was one of the larger trees in the area, a great looming behemoth that overshadowed the nearby small spring that was fed by the great mountain waters. The mountain waters in question actually emerged from several hundred feet above the spring, the drop of which created a thin - but powerful - waterfall. Not that that was important, but it was certainly lovely to look at.
Not that she was spending the whole time looking at waterfalls and awkward hands, mind. For a while, she'd been reading, an epic story of the days of yore, of ninja heroes and hard times - and, to be honest, it wasn't terribly realistic, but the writing was wonderful, and she liked the world-building. It was tangible. Unfortunately, it was limited to the text that the author had inscribed, and Aidokusha could only read so much before she ran out of material to read. A sad day, indeed. And it was the only book she'd brought out with her, this close to the village. Hence her aimless observations of the world around her...
