Your near flight from the Hokage Tower passed in a blur of self loathing. Scurrying about and weaving around obstacles, you concentrated on your self imposed task to not bump into any of the busy clerks and ninjas swarming the large halls and corridors making up the center of your village government. At this point in time, you could not bear the thought of touching anyone, of being noticed as the monster you were by those who you wished dearly were unaware of your nature, and so took great care in your steps and the movements of others. There were a few close calls, and the few times your gaze met with the contemptuous glares of proper human beings were enough for you to decide that the risks of injury due to looking constantly down at your feet as you walked were far worth the solace of escaping their hatred.
That new habit did not leave you as the tower was left behind in exchange for the open air of the labyrinthine streets of Konoha, the greater space and brighter lighting afforded by the sun not saving you from a handful of nasty falls as you half ran into various stalls and people in your haste to get out of sight. Before long, you found yourself before the gates of your orphanage with scrapes and bruises that were already healing over in a show of monstrous regenerative abilities. How did those strange abilities escape your notice? Were you really that blind to what happened to you?
That last discovery mixed with what you had been told about yourself left a choice before you: What would you do with your abilities?
[] Ignore them, you will find a way to become human no matter the cost.
[] Experiment with them, so you may better hide how much of a monster you are.
[] Seek out whatever you can and become the best weapon you could be.
[] Write in
Sighing deeply as you grasped the old wooden gate delimiting the boundaries of your rather cold home, you entered the desolate grounds surrounding one of the poorer orphanage of the village, a place near the slums where everything had always seemed greyer than they should. Looking around the overgrown grasses at your feet, you risked a glace upwards and surveyed your surroundings. The wild grass reached your knee and was intent on hiding everything that touched the ground, from the old benches facing the great tree to your right to whatever had been dropped by careless children or overworked caretakers.
The building itself fared much the same, with its painted facade peeling and the few shutters that still clung to narrow windows barely hanging on their rusted hinges. Still, it was a roof on your head and free food in your belly, you had told yourself. Now, things were different, and you would now not only be training to be a ninja like you had dreamed, but would also be harbouring a dark secret of your own... that is if it was even a secret in the first place.
Making your way to the scarred double doors leading into the orphanage proper, you were left with a dilemma that you had not even considered before; you had to eat to grow strong enough to succeed in your training, yet the thought of being seen by others still made your wary. What to do?
[] Go to the dining hall and eat as fast as you can.
[] Go to the kitchens instead, and see if you can not get away with some leftovers.
[] There's a small wood nearby, maybe you can hunt or gather enough to be full until you feel ready to risk meeting human beings?
