"If I influence someone else then they are not following my path on their own accord, they are doing it because I swayed them"-Hyuuga Sorain
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Flying Thunder god training
Sorain appeared in the middle of the forest in a cluster of water. He was here to meet up with the mizukage himself for a training session. It would be his first time actually seeing the mizukage in person so it was sorta a big deal. He was slightly nervouse but then quickly dashed these thoughts aside figuring that the worse that could happen would be him making a complete fool of himself in front of the leader of his home village and running home crying to a mother and warm bottle like a baby.
Sorain shook his head, what the hell was going on with his mind, what kind of vision was that!? He shouted to himself inside his head. Taking advantage of this moment of alone time before the mizukage showed up to pull out a bottle of sake taking a hard gulp he sent himself into a relaxed state, dashing all his high end feelings aside and replaced them with the uncaring bliss that only a sake buzz could bring. Dropping the bottle to the ground and sitting down under a heavy leaved tree Sorain smiled and watched the leaves fall.
Reaching into his sleeve and pulled out a pack of somewhere around 50 senbon needles he proceed to toss them at a innocent squrral, not actually hitting it but scaring the living acorns out of it which amused the druken hyuuga to no end. After about ten tosses he almost hit the animal and decided that it was time to stop before he actually hurt it. Sighing deeply he did not even think about his apperance to the mizukage, he was slouched over and in a relaxed haze. He reached over to the tree and struck it hard with his bare fist, several leaves fell from the tree, in a swift motion sorain laced a medical thread to the end of his needle and threaded himself a cap made from leaves all before they managed to hit the ground. He put on the cap and slid it down over his face and began to take a druken nap. One that would cause snoring and slobbering but would not bring him any rest what so ever.
1,000 candles can be lit from a single flame and the life of the fire shall not be reduced. Like fire, kindness can be spread forever.
