The Possibilities (Menma) Mar 22, 2013 0:32:32 GMT -5
Post by HYUUGA KAMAJIN on Mar 22, 2013 0:32:32 GMT -5
He was scribbling away in his journal as he sat upright on top a boulder; making his stories – planning his plots in advance – creating battle styles for consideration. Kamajin Hyuuga was a strange man to most as he was one that could not be easily read. Not many people would be able to see a man like him relaxing by the seas upon a boulder doing creative writing because they have seen this man barbarically destroying Villages, or very lives themselves with a ruthless, merciless battle style. Looking into either his dark glasses covered by the glare of light, or cold dark eyes would give one the chills, and to see this man calmly relaxing. He enjoyed taking this time to himself, even from the Jewnikami. Sometimes, Kamajin would be responsible for coordinating meetings, and other responsibilities in Zero’s place when the Leader had more pressing engagements to deal with, so it wasn’t exactly smooth sailing along the way. On another note, with big changes like his identification to the ninja world, and Sasuke turning over, Kamajin would have had to adjust. He was in a remote spot in the Land of Waves just to find solice and quiet time from everything.
Even the discovery of Jojo’s secret didn’t benefit him much, as Zero was still treating like a lackey more than anything else. Kamajin could have left seeing that he wasn’t getting the respect he really deserved, but he still learned from the man, and gained a lot along this Jewnikami arc. That was why he needed some times away from everything; no matter how much of a demon he seemed to be, he was still human. Kamajin still respected some things like the beauty of the sunset on the waters, moments like this when he was alone when he could express himself in a way he didn’t with other people. His body expression wasn’t any different, but inside, he did, as he didn’t have anyone or anything to focus on strategically – just himself.
"To be continued...." he actually muttered to himself coming to the end of one of his plots..