The Shinobi's Path
Toshiro lay in bed, wide awake, staring into the nothingness of his dark room. Despite the lack of sunlight that should have begun to creep through his windows, he knew it was well time to be out of bed. Thunder broke the early morning silence – no rain fell from the sky, and no lightning to herald its coming, but a dark sky spoke of the day to come. Letting out a deep sigh, he slowly pushed the covers back, and got up.
He glanced out the window as he got dressed, trying to decide whether or not he’d be warm enough in his usual garb – a dark blue shirt that ended at his elbows, which he, like always, didn’t bother to tuck into his dark gray pants. Feeling that he’d be fine, he carefully dressed himself, and slipped his feet into his sandals. Using a mirror hanging behind his door, he tied his hair into a messy ponytail, and, comfortable with his appearance, left his room quietly.
Stepping out into the Yakanashi compound, Toshiro instantly wished he’d put on warmer clothes, but not wishing to return to his room, strode forward. The compound was fairly large – a series of three small buildings surrounding a garden marked the living quarters of the entire clan, with a pathway, flanked by two larger buildings, which lead to the main gate. Normally, he would stop in at both before heading to the academy – one was a training area for the clan’s shinobi, while the other, a recreational area, housed the kitchen and dining rooms. Today however he was neither hungry nor felt the urge to train – even if he did, his sleeping in no longer allowed enough time for either.
Without saying a word to anyone, he crept out through the main gate and began walking towards the academy. Something bothered him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It wasn’t nervousness; he knew that much – despite the fact that the genin examinations would be held later that day, he knew he had nothing to worry about with those. Still, something bothered him, as it had earlier that morning as he lay awake, as it had the night before when he couldn’t sleep.
The citizens of Konoha had begun their morning earlier then he had - the streets, despite the early hour of the day, were already bustling with activity. Kids not younger then he were running about playing games while store owners shouted their wares. Toshiro took it all in at once, but remained uninterested. It didn't matter to him, it wasn't his business. He simply carried on.
All at once, he realized what was bothering him - it was the sky. It was the dampness in the air, it was the chill of the breeze, and the darkness of the sky. Why isn't it raining yet? he wondered. Everything pointed towards rain, but the sky simply refused to crack. Toshiro liked the rain, loved being out when rain pour and lightning cracked across the sky - this was simply a tease. He sighed.
With the academy finally coming into sight, he shrugged it off, and prepared himself for what he felt was going to be a long day.