Post by Zatoshi Kizukara on Feb 18, 2022 0:29:34 GMT -5
Zatoshi had collected his tray from the mess and immediately headed for a side passage that lead him out into the sunlight. He had picked an area that was nice enough; a hill that pressed along one of the corners of the academy. It wasn't one of the academy's gardens, sure. There would be people congregating around such nice cultivation, no doubt seeking out benches, flowers and conversation. Zatoshi was not one of those people. He could enjoy a garden alone, or perhaps with a close friend, but a crowd of people would cheapen and otherwise taint the experience unfavorably.
No, this was much more his style. He sat in the grass and set his tray in his lap, an onigiri in his hand that was disappearing rapidly. As much as he would have liked to take his time and savor his food, he was starving. The past few months he had been training harder than ever, and some of his classes pushed and prodded at him to grow in ways he didn't know were possible before. All of this lead to him having an appetite that was more ravenous than he could ever remember it being.
Still, he had time to enjoy the day. The sky was mostly bereft of clouds. The sun was out in force, yet it wasn't hot. Breezy, actually. Just enough to make the leaves sway. By his account then, the weather couldn't be nicer. Pain hit him. He wished he were sharing it with his younger siblings. He could see them now, playing as they did. Miyo would probably be trying to convince his sister to play with wooden swords again. Miku would be asking if she could braid flowers in his hair. And to his pride as an older brother, they'd do both. A tear threatened to escape his eyes and he rolled them upwards, blinking it away.
He just wished he knew what they were doing. That he knew that they were safe. The thought was enough to make him forget his appetite for the moment. Rice still stuck to his face at the corner of his mouth.
No, this was much more his style. He sat in the grass and set his tray in his lap, an onigiri in his hand that was disappearing rapidly. As much as he would have liked to take his time and savor his food, he was starving. The past few months he had been training harder than ever, and some of his classes pushed and prodded at him to grow in ways he didn't know were possible before. All of this lead to him having an appetite that was more ravenous than he could ever remember it being.
Still, he had time to enjoy the day. The sky was mostly bereft of clouds. The sun was out in force, yet it wasn't hot. Breezy, actually. Just enough to make the leaves sway. By his account then, the weather couldn't be nicer. Pain hit him. He wished he were sharing it with his younger siblings. He could see them now, playing as they did. Miyo would probably be trying to convince his sister to play with wooden swords again. Miku would be asking if she could braid flowers in his hair. And to his pride as an older brother, they'd do both. A tear threatened to escape his eyes and he rolled them upwards, blinking it away.
He just wished he knew what they were doing. That he knew that they were safe. The thought was enough to make him forget his appetite for the moment. Rice still stuck to his face at the corner of his mouth.
