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[Center][COLOR=39b54a][sup][b]Konohagakure | Jonin | Breezy-nin[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=39b54a][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day - Morning[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Kiku’s Residence[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b][@LadyinInk][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

A lot had happened in the short period of time. Life came at you fast and who else was wiser to that than Shizuka, the wind seeker. Life was a lot like the double edged sword that was wind, it could blow itself in and make a grand entrance or sweep you away and erode you over time. Shizuka with the help of the others did not participate in the fight, however they didn’t stand idly by either. After catching up and discussing the whereabouts of their comrades and the enemy ninja the team formulated a plan that focused more on the provisional safety of the village and its people. While they might not have been directly engaged in combat they were helping with damage control and survival. The group saved a few ninja like the fox boy that went by bumu and reunited with Kurin before he was crushed under his own constraints as the class president. 

Before they could make heads or tails of the situation, time was up. Not by choice, rather by the will of the gravitation ninja to the east of them. A walloping force of repulsion concussed a majority of the forest directly adjacent to them. With the explosion carried an almost sudden disappearance of the criminal ninja attack the village. There was only a trice of silence that followed the calm after the storm. Little did they know the silence of the destruction was also the death of justice. Once all was said and one the message broke out like a plum of wildfire. The death of the Hokage, Ginsho Omawarisan. A gunshot to the head of trepidation, there was a sudden lull in peace, the feeling of a bottomless choked in the heart of the villagers and ninja. Shizuka never experienced death, nor had he met anyone who had succumbed to the fate that plagues all men. 

This was a new experience, something to be intoxicated by. While he didn’t know Ginsho personally besides common pleasantries, he did feel a secular tinge of sorrow form in his expanding range of emotions. Was this remorse or loss? Either way the funeral was now the main event and center stage for the rest of Konohagakure. The day was cloudy and scattered with rain showers, the dark ominous nimbus clouds were unlike the ones he was fond of. Cloudy eyes were the only ones he seemed interested in, luckily for him the two of them had gone to the funeral together. Shizuka’s usual attire of his red with white striped track suit was omitted, replaced with a slim fitting black suit. It was a refreshing change of pace for the boy, if only it had been on better circumstances. Like the others the dolorous boy carried a black umbrella that was shared between him and Kiku, his arm gently wrapped around her shoulders. 

Sorrow and mourning was replaced with confusion and revelation, the village had been fed a lie. Shizuka ingested this horrid truth with a grain of salt. He had not known why such a great man would go to great lengths to hide such a secret, or why they couldn’t share two separate lives, but he did know it took sacrifice and put the protection and betterment of the village forefront as opposed to the lives of their own. While tensions were incredibly high, Shizuka narrated his own decision on his own accord. The flowing breeze would see Ginsho as a pillar of hope and strength, the same symbol he always was. Not a man to be coveted or jealous of, just a ninja who served as he lived. The will of fire was strong with him and he completed his ninja way, now if Shizuka was only half the man he was, he’d figure out his own purpose. A small drip of rain bounced of the puddle below him, hitting him in the face as he looked over to the lavender haired girl once more. [color=39b54a][i]”Could I be so noble?”[/i] [/color]

Before the scene could fade to black, the assistant announced the ninja who successfully gained the rank of Jonin. Shizuka kept his head down, he was nervous and pessimistic on his performance on the exams. He wasn’t strong enough to prevent the scars of pain suffered by his allies with the earth exams lava, he wasn’t worthy. [color=C68449][i]”…..Ichimi, Shizuka…"[/i][/color] the voice rang in his head with a surge of electricity. He passed? What about Kurin? He was the class president after all, the other hotheaded ninja who tried to contend for group leader. Or Kiku with her knack for sensing and saving Shizuka from falling to his death. Or even the young thunder god, why him? There was an amalgamation of joy and guiltiness forming in his stomach. Only to be tossed aside by his next announcement, Shinko would be the new self-appointed Hokage, we can't change the direction of the wind, but we can adjust our sails to always reach our destination.

In the weeks passing in what was almost a month now, the dust had settled for the most part within the walls of the village. The downtrodden attitude that filled the villagers was once again spry and cheery, that wasn’t without factions emerging between the reputation of their once great Hokage. For now, Shizuka was untethered by such idiocrasy’s. Rather he was transfixed on seeing his favorite cloud. Bustling through the streets with alarming speed, his ball of air ripped through the alleys and roads that paved the leaf village. The image of Kiku coming into focus spurred on his childlike excitement, while strudel frosting had been caked on the corners of his mouth. Reaching his destination the two spoke for what seemed like hours. Despite the connection they had, Kiku was still disheartened by not passing the exams. Shizuka tried as he might with helping to console her, but she refused to let him partake in her stress. 

Suddenly, Shinko had appeared in front of the two, interrupting their conversation. It appeared as though following the summit, there would be groups of Special Forces comprised of the ninja who partook in the invasion. The ordinance was an honor, until he mentioned that the two would attend different squadrons. The cheerful news and great responsibility was weighed down by his emotions and feelings of attachment to Kiku. He had sworn to protect her, but now he would be in a different country unaware of her status and for how long? The clone exploded into leaves and smoke before the wind boy could ask any questions. [color=39b54a][i]”I guess it makes sense that I was born and lived in Suna. Maybe I can ask someone to switch. What do you think?”[/i][/color] the boy asked with gnawing paranoia. 
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