Chapter 1: Rules Of A Shinobi
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fated
'-a shinobi must always put the mission first'
bodies were twisted at various and incredibly painful angles, of which he could never have imagined himself; sickening, and vulgar.
sickening snaps of bones echoed in his head. cries of anguish. this is the song of the dying.
he let go of a hand, blue and shaking uncontrollably, almost as much as himself.
mission complete.
'-a shinobi must never show their tears'
hands gently traced the corners and edges of a dusty and time-weathered book, old and worn away.
faces in photographs were simply faces in photographs. it did not replace their absence, not did it make up for the lack of presence. it was, not is. it is past tense, and is not the present nor can it ever be the future. it was just a photograph.
just a face.
although the dust was much easy to clear away, the lingering traces of memories attached would never be brushed away nor would they be easily ignored.
the cover was stained with salt water.
'-a shinobi must never show their weakness'
looking out of the window, he saw the trees. gusts of wind caused them to sway side to side.
he wondered what it would be like to allow the air to take control of your weary body for just a single moment.
as a bird flew past his window, it swooped before him and he wondered what it would be like to take control of the wind itself. to be free.
for a moment, he allowed himself to close his eyes and feel the wind on his own.