Not a word [o]

He was at a secret place, his special place.

Kenta wasn't sitting directly on the Hokage mountain, but to the far right of it, almost hidden from everything going on behind him. Kenta sat facing the village- behind him a manner of bushes. This ledge he sat on was near the edge of the mountain, but a little lower than the rest of the area around him.

He wasn't upset, but he wasn't happy either. He felt... hollow, empty. What was this feeling for? The things he had done recently? In the past couple of weeks Well, he helped the Hyuga, he had met his first teammate, done some chores, done a lot of training and had hurt himself. That's why he wasn't training. A kind of side result of working too hard... maybe out of nervousness.

Kenta sighed and closed his eyes, bringing his hands up to his temples and beginning to rub them in a circular motion. He stopped momentarily to dress himself- a great blast of cold wind hit Kenta from over the shoulders, making him shudder. It was shining today, but it wasn't hot. He slipped off his own eyepatch, gving it a quick rub and to adjust to the sight before him.

He leaned back, his back now leaning against a tree and his right knee up into his chest, the left leg straightened out and the right arm was resting on the right knee. Sometimes, Kenta wondered about his life as a ninja. Was it worth it? The academy if anything stressed how much of a dangerous job it was, it's lifestyle... What Kenta wanted to know, was he going to get anywhere?

He sighed. He rested his head onto his arm, which was resting on his Knee.

"fuckin' hell..."