Kurosawa Connundrum

It was a lovely day in the rice patties of the Land of Sound, the sun reaching the apex of it's ascent, showering the world below with a gentle warmth to go with the sweet breeze that gently danced across the fields. Standing on the edge of the field we find a young man, his brown spiky hair shifting slightly in the breeze, his golden eyes scanning the horizon while he awaited his brother to arrive.

The pair had arranged to meet up together to hang out here, and maybe get some practice in to ready themselves for  any upcoming missions, and the exams that were on the horizons. It wasn't going to be much, but it wasn't like the pair had much else going on anyways so might as well spend the time improving themselves.

Daichi arrived shortly after his younger brother. “You’ve been slacking.” The white-haired boy spoke through the rebreather mask that provided a constant cocktail of medications. Unlike his sibling, Daichi had never had true control. The madness that the Kurosawa were known for ever present were it not for the augmentations performed by the Sound Village’s best and brightest. He was stern as ever of course, having only ever shown a complete dedication to his role as a shinobi. After all, the village was the only thing that had been able to provide him some semblance of normalcy and most importantly a purpose. Daichi would not let them down.

“We must make a good impression during the exams and prove our worth. I won’t have you slow me down.” He strode across the training field, marching to one side before turning to the other boy. “Show me you are ready.”

There was never any reasoning with Daichi when he was like this. Medicated as he was, there was always a bit of that anger leaking through. The aggression would wear off, but training would help him focus. The older of the two settled into his fighting stance awaiting his brother to do the same.