I claim Aaroniero Arruruerie
He is 9th espada.... so don't expect some Primera RP sample
From a Naruto site
Naru looked out at the waves of sand that curved up and down before
him, stretched his arms far behind his head, laying down flat on the
roof of the academy he staring around at his world of sand and sun. He
pulled his hat over his eyes to create a bit of shade. The beauty of the
desert is almost awing, an ever expansive stretch of reflective sands
almost seeming to create entire worlds in the light of the reflection,
stunning and haunting... I try to reach out and touch them and find them
only to wrap around me and vanish... After graduating from the academy
Naru moved out from his fathers home, his father smiled and told him he
was proud of the fact that he was growing up. Naru sighed, what was he
to do next? He was a ninja now... But what did that even entitle? Was he
to go off and do missions... This did not appeal to him, he earnestly
wanted to travel, to see the world. As his mother head told him to do
with her dying words... His dad always seemed supportive of his talk of
traveling the world... What was stopping him from picking up everything
and leaving Sunagakure?
He hopped off the roof of the academy and
felt the walls of the school as he dragged his hand against the stone
walls, he looked into the distance and saw mirages dance, replaying
moments of his childhood. Running through the sand playing with others,
learning the ninjutsu that he now knew, the many sculptures he crafted
of his class mates that got him compliments... At least when they were
before him, he knew that most of them never honestly considered him
their friend... Many people knew him for his crafting skills and his
willingness to bring beauty and form to the city... But he was a failure
as a ninja. Having a lot of potential but that he would not use, Naru
always said the same thing to all the others, I am an artist, not a
warrior of the shadows, I create works that bring awe, and when they
have lost their majesty they erupt into a burst of color and lights that
twist and bring a second wind to my performance.
Naru walked
into his apartment, he looked at the scattered sketches that covered the
walls, unfinished designs crumpled on the floor, it had been about a
year since he became a ninja, he honestly had never done a single
mission, he spent his time creating art. Selling sculptures to people he
was able to keep a steady enough income, but Naru could only sculpt
what he could see... Thus limiting his own personal pleasure in his
creations... He walked over to his desk, books covered it... One stood
out more than any other, it was a simple book with a black cover,
nothing was written on the cover or the back, two letters were made with
gold stitching the letters were H and M. Naru had gotten this book from
his father the day he left home, his father smiled and told him Son
this is my most treasured possession please keep it safe with you
always. Naru smiled and agreed accepting the gift.
He stood
there for a moment staring at the book on his desk, he pulled a chair
out and sat at his desk and picking up the book, as he held it in his
hands he flipped through the pages, Naru always felt a bit of warmth as
he held this book. It was a journal that Hitomi his mother had written
while she had traveled with Moji his father... It talked about all the
interesting people, each with their own unique personality. Some with
many thoughts on the most impotent things, others thought of trivial
things. Some were happy some were sad... It also described places of
absolute stunning beauty, his mother had drawn many places and people in
this book and taken just as many photos... As he flipped through the
pages and a photo fell from the book... He picked it up... Looking at it
he saw something truly stunning, a real master piece of craftsmanship,
two large towering men made of stone stood before a water fall on the
back of the photo it had the word Konoha written on it... This was the
settling point, Suna had much to offer... But nothing like this... He
looked over to his dresser and grabbed a large trunk from next to it and
began packing,
"I have spent the last year fighting this... But Naru
Ryotayuki is leaving Suna!"
Naru packed clothes into his trunk,
as he stuffed in his shirts he looked up at the table next to his bed, a
picture sat atop it's sleek wooden surface, he walked over to it and
held it up for a moment, it was a photo of him when he was 5 he was
smiling playing with sand on the ground... He remembered his mother and
father had taken this picture together, he put the picture into his coat
pocket with the journal, he grabbed the last of his things and packed
them slowly into his bag... He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a
quick note,
"I have gone to see the world... Don't worry I will
eventually return... And with many stories! Tales of grandeur! I'm going
to write a novel just as my mother did so long ago, I will see the
world for what it is and then I shall find what my true muse is."
Naru
put the note on a table and quickly went to sleep... He would leave
under the cover of night... He sat in his bed waiting for sleep to take
him, he began to wonder how his father must have felt the first time he
went off into the world... His life felt so far away... He wondered if
he should say good bye to his dad? But quickly pushed this idea aside,
to see the world he had to do this on his own. He pulled his blankets
tight over himself. He felt himself begin to slide into sleep.
Naru
woke up in the middle of the night, he heard the sounds of the winds
blowing up sand outside his home, the way it carried it almost sounded
as if the entire desert was singing. It was beautiful and it echoed
through the air carrying into his home. He stood up and put his clothes
on, he grabbed his possessions quickly and began towards the door... He
stopped looking over at his closet... In it lay a large black trunk, he
frowned looking at it... The one thing Naru never mastered, his mothers
viola... He walked over to the case and picked it up,
"Mom... I think
I'll take you on this trip with me... So you can relive the feeling one
more time..."
Naru through the cloth bag over his shoulder
and tightened it. He walked to the door and stood there for a moment...
He reached out and touched the knob... Opening the door sand blew into
his home... The winds blew heavily by his face, he brought his collar up
high and put on a pair of goggles, walking into the sand he looked at
his waist... He had enough clay to get him started... He began to
preform hand signs... Slipping some clay into his hands he twisted and
moved his hands, not like a shinobi would do hand signs... But like a
sculptor creates a sculptor... He moved his hands with a delicate
finesse that only someone absorbed entirely into his work could... He
created and created till his masterpiece was finished, a large bird with
elaborate and detailed wings, a scale like glimmer mixed with the clay
gave it a reflective appearance so that it shone with the moonlight,
Naru petted the bird and hopped atop it. He felt it lift off the ground,
the wind blew through his hair as he lifted farther and farther into
the sky, he broke thought the sand layer and could see the moon high
above... He laid down flat on the bird and smiled... Bringing out a
sketch book he drew the moon above him...
"I did it..."
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