Tired from a long day of work, Iruka opens a book. No one has ever seen inside this book. If they had they would probably look at the chuunin differently. He starts to write in it. He always writes in it. Sometimes it works as a journal, other time's It holds poetry. Today he is simply writing a passing thought down.
'Time. It's there. Floating along, dragging us poor mortal's behind it. What A twisted control time has. We want it to stop, yet if it does we would want it to continue too. A type of want-need situation. So, how does it feel, to be under time's thumb. To think you have freedom and yet to be controlled by a four-letter word which means so much more then it says. Time is everything and nothing at all. It is needed but not wanted. Some human's are like that too. They are needed in other's lives but in the end they are not wanted. I am like that too. Not to everyone, I know but, to some, I am. I teach their children to be ninja. I am the one who lost my parent's to the nine-tailed fox. I am someone to pity, to look at, and say 'Poor guy.' while secretly thinking, 'Better him than me.' I make people realize that everything could be worse, they could be me. Well, I am me, and so far I like ME. I am…different from what people see. I like it that way. Everyone I meet thinks 'Chuunin', but I am not. I am…unranked really. I do not feel the need to take the Jounin test just to prove to myself that I'm as good as I think I am. I know I'm as good as I know I am. You may call that bragging, but it is a simple observation. Time moves on, It's late. Maybe I'll write more on this tomorrow, though I doubt it. Good night.'
Iruka closes his book and puts it back. He heads to bed, waiting for time to move and day to come.