[center][b][color=2F4F4F][h2]Daisuke Yama[/h2][/color][/b]
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Upon noticing Aoi’s lips fall into a frown at the mention of his parents’ passing Daisuke graced her with a slight smile. He appreciated her concern for him, but even when the event was fresh it hadn’t stung. Both of his parents had lived longer than most that pursue a life as Shinobi, and they had the added bonus of going in their sleep after accomplishing their only dream. There really wasn’t a better way to leave this world in his eyes. 

[color=2F4F4F]”I am just fine, while I miss seeing them I know that they were ready to leave. It would have been selfish to make them stay any longer.”[/color]

He sunk further into the couch, his ever persistent guard dropping momentarily as thoughts of his family drifted lazily through his mind. For the first time in the past year he realized that as far as he knew, he was the last living Yama. His grandparents had long since been deceased, and his parents were gone as well. With many people these thoughts would likely instill a sense of loneliness, the only effect they had on Daisuke was to strengthen his resolve. Being the last of his line it fell upon his shoulders to live a life that his predecessors could be proud of. So engrossed was he in these thoughts and memories he didn’t even notice the clown’s shift in mood.

He finally snapped out of his time of reflection when she told him to sit tight. With Aoi gone he began to feel a bit uncomfortable and out of place. This place was reserved for the Jounin of the village and he couldn’t help but look around a bit aimlessly as a few higher ranked Shinobi began drifting in, going about their business. Many of the faces were vaguely familiar, though he couldn’t place faces with names. A few waved to him, but none came over to scold him nor even just speak. He realized that they really didn’t care and had more important things to do then wonder why he was in there with them. 

Relaxing slightly he waited for Aoi to return, eager to get his career back on track and potentially get his question answered. He wasn’t prepared for her to return to the room walking on her hands however, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. With her sitting be side him once more, paperwork now in hand rather than foot, he focused his attention on her fully. 

[color=2F4F4F]”It is a tradition in my family for the children to go on a year long hermitage when their parents die, though it wasn’t easy to leave the village I had to follow tradition. My previous ID was 053972.”[/color]

Her next words stunned him, though he had enough grace to prevent his mouth from hanging open. He couldn’t believe that the Hokage had been killed, just a day before his arrival. He finally understood what the guard had meant, and why the rain had made him feel so uneasy. Even though wishing he could have been here too aid the others in protecting Zeno there was a part of him that was grateful he hadn’t been. If he had arrived earlier than he did he knew that he would either be dead or consumed by his failure to protect Zeno-Sama. He almost missed the last bit of what Aoi said, and it took him a moment to fully register it. 

[color=2F4F4F]”Oh...ah no I think I will put off getting a new picture taken. I only shaved as part of the tradition. Now that I am back I will be growing it out again. Thank you again for all of your help. If you hadn’t been around I would have been set back for quite a while waiting in that line. I still have to get to the bank and find a place to stay.”[/color]