It was half past 6 in the morning, not a lot was happening in the south residence. It was the usual routine, breakfast with metal music blasting in the background, a shower so on and so forth.
He was getting bored of this existence. A life full of little mediocrities and injuries which could only be described as both masochistic and idiotic, the young man sighed. At the age of 18 he knew that it was time to fly the coop, but he had no money and no job. Every time he applied for a job, the same reply was given "It's part of our policy that we don't give out specific reasons why an individual has not been successful, but we thank you for your interest and wish you every success in the future." But he always thought it was a pile of horsecrap. So he got on the bus into the city, went to college and studied, then went to a favourite hangout of his. He sat there drinking coffee, watching the world go by, then promptly got back on the bus. He pulled out a book, vol5 of Naruto. He was a big fan, it was his only escape from the menial tasks of the world. He fell asleep but all he could here was "drew, drew, drewski, derashi" in his head, forming a ninja form in his head every night. It was as if the book was calling out to him.