The silence in the large white compound was slightly creepy, but something that the nine-year old shinobi wouldn't trade for the world. He sat, cross-legged, on a soft cloth mat, eyes closed as he slowly swirled the calm chakra within his system. A glass of piping hot tea was sat, on a coaster, right beside him, but even as the wonderful steam brushed across his nostrils, Kossetsu merely focused on his meditation, a serene tilt of his lips the only emotion palpable on his smooth, pale skin. 

The boy already wore his ninja clothing - a long-sleeved, relatively loose, and passive gray zip-up shirt, with mesh sewn in for protection, along with black Shinobi pants wrapped with bandages at the ankles, and sandals. He was never one for being fancy, after all; although one could get the impression sometimes. No, he was aware of the horrors of the outside world, and these clothing were perfect. Efficient, enough to absorb punches and kicks from relatively weak enemies, not dark enough to ruin stealth, and not light enough to ruin it, either. Not to mention it fit his 'style', so there would be no suspicion on who he was. He always liked the less tight, constricting clothing.

Slowly breathing from his mouth, Kossetsu finally finished the chakra-control exercise, allowing his chakra to settle back into their usual pathways as he slowly opened his eyes; golden-green, ethereal pupils glancing around the blank white room with a certain level of love, even though the owner of said eyes didn't know what the emotion stood for.

"I should get going..." His young, calm, and rather stoic voice broke the beautiful silence. Slowly standing, Kossetsu glanced around once more, a light frown tugging at the bottom of his lips as he realized the time. Ten minutes...he only had ten minutes. It was barely enough time to eat a calm breakfast and water his garden, but it was something that he'd just have to take. If his sensei got angry for some reason, then that was the fault of the impatient man, and not he himself. Shrugging - which was nothing more then a slight drop of his shoulders, Kossetsu opened the sliding door and swiftly headed towards the garden. His compound, in itself, was very, very large, being a district in and of itself. Apparently, Kaguyas were valued heavily as ninja due to their Kekkai Genkai, which was understandable...but was he really expected to populate this place with ninja? Ridiculous. He doubted that he would even bear a child. 

Swiftly traversing through the main compound, and exiting out through the back sliding door, Kossetsu allowed a genuine smile to form on his face, as he took in the courtyard behind his home. Flowers...hundreds of them, ranging from the standard yellow and red, to an exotic white and black, all nestled along the soil and blooming beautifully in the setting sun. Grabbing a watering can from where they were stacked neatly in a row, Kossetsu allowed his mind to wander as he began the daily watering spree. Walking along the rows of beautifully planted and groomed flowers, he appeared at peace with himself, even as his mind began to wander into less...pleasurable thoughts; basically, what would his squad be like? Would they hold him back from achieving world peace? Or would they help him in his endeavor, and prove to be worthy of his respect and acknowledgement? Or would they...would they be violent savages, only enamored with the thought of money and mindless violence? His smile faltered, and a cold, blank frown took it's place. Kossetsu stopped walking, finishing the last flower with a brief drizzle of water from the can. If they were...he wouldn't be on their team. He would drop out, and try another village.

Placing the empty can back with the rest, Kossetsu glanced over his large garden, a small smile on his face, before exiting the Kaguya District. It was odd; his district was a moderate distance away from the academy, and rather close to the other clans. As he exited his gate and began his walk down the street, various stares were directed towards the young boy. Whisperings started; which hasn't diminished a bit since his arrival nine years ago. 

'Poor boy, all alone!', 'Already graduating?! Look at his Hitai-ate!', 'I should get my daughter to marry him! The Kaguya clan!', and his favorite, 'What does he do in that giant compound all day?'. Meditation, exercise, and training, of course. He never bothered with responding, only speaking back with a quiet tone whenever someone directly greeted him. Thankfully, this day they were too busy gossiping about him graduating at the age of nine, so it only took a few minutes to make his way past the breakfast crowd and on the pathway to the academy.


Making his way through the wooden doors of the school, Kossetsu quickly headed towards the class, quietly entering through the door and taking his place towards the middle. He wasn't late, thankfully, and due to his stealthy entrance, none of his...shiver...fan-girls noticed his sitting down, since most were crowded towards the front. Sitting up-straight and attentive, Kossetsu returned his attention to the front of the classroom, not saying a word. 

His fore-head protector was sewn into his pants, so that it wouldn't tip any foreign ninja off, and he apparently didn't have any weapons on his form - his kunai and shuriken pouch both being sewn naturally into his pants, for stealth's sake. He was ready for his journey. Systematically, his legs folded in his seat, and the boy slowly closed his odd eyes, his breath slowing. If anyone with a Byakugan was staring, they'd notice his chakra pathways enlarging and then compacting, while the chakra within diverted their usual stream and, instead, began circulating - showing incredible control of the chakra itself.

Meditation was the way to go when waiting, after all.