Post by Shuto Himawari on Sept 27, 2019 16:22:29 GMT -5
Character Name: Shuto Himawari
Desired Faction: Hero - Teacher
Desired Tier: IV
Brief explanation of what your goals are: "Listen. I'm one of the best heroes in Japan right now. I ain't an army, and even with my Snapshots, I can't beat every fight. I've even had my back broken; twice. Once by a burning building, and the other by a strong ass villain. Still got his butt handed to him on a silver platter, but I couldn't protect anyone for six months after that; not even my husband. If it helps the future of Japan, and heroism, I'll do what is needed and whip these kids into shape. How hard can teaching be?"
Time to Learn These Kids Some Heroism
6:23 AM. He was awake as the sun was beginning to rise, washing the world in an uncertain luminescence. Fatigue kept him in the bed; the anesthesia finally beginning to wear off. Yet, as he laid there in his gown, there was a foreboding sense of clairvoyance. One of those moments; like a sixth sense that always seemed to hold water.
The door opened, and there stood a man who held forbidden knowledge; like a keeper of a terrible secret. The man's white doctor's coat once signifying a man who could make miracles was now no better than the darkest veil of death that loomed over this whole building. Suddenly, a piercing sound came to his ears; a heavy ringing to deafen everything else. A final mechanism to shield him from the terrible future ahead.
"Did you hear me, Himawari-san?"
He turned his head to the doctor. The brown hair, despite being rather long, could not hide the sorrow. No matter how loud the piercing noise was to his ears, he could not avoid this fate in the end. It almost seemed as if the doctor had held more sorrow in giving the news than the one who had to listen to it.
The depths of sorrow is like an abyss. One must fall as far as they can before they realize how far they must climb back up. The distance the doctor fell was incomparable to the miles upon miles the patient had fallen. So far, in fact, that it felt as if his back would break in two.
"Yeah, Doc. I'll have to retire."
The look that he was met with was something else. How young had this man been? Surely, younger than himself... late twenties at the oldest? Surely, the doctor would have been in high school in his prime; when he took down countless villains, right? It dawned on him; the doctor was a fanboy. To tell him this news was as damning to him, as it was for the patient. Snapshot's days were over. He could see the headline now.
Now he knew what he felt before. That sixth sense, as the gloomy daylight would wash into the room. The clock seemed to read 6:42 AM. No doubt Genki had been told by now. Yet even so, he couldn't be seen to look him in the eyes. To see him so far past that despair event horizon. Looking up from the lowest point he could. There was that piercing sound in his ears; that heavy ringing that deafened everything out.
"I want you, Shuto Himawari." Those words rang out from the doorway. The soon-to-be-retired pro looked to the doorway to see them standing there. They had looked at him in his depressed state, and decided to do what little could be done.
"Why me?" he asked, turning his gaze to the sunrise, far too detached from its usual warmth. His thoughts taking him to a field of sunflowers instead, to his smile once again. The last sanctuary of happiness he had left. To lose him, would be to lose himself, and to lose himself in sunflowers was a way he'd prefer to go.
Perhaps that too, was a sixth sense. To lay to rest in a bed of sunflowers and pass on. Maybe it wasn't the hero's way to go out, but he always imagined that would be the final resting place. Maybe with Genki holding his hand as he went.
"Because. You inspired a generation. You can inspire another ten."
Shuto felt the sun's painful glow on him again. He didn't turn back at all. To look back was to lose his everything. Every doubt that had been building since the fatal career-ending snap. Every single second of pain he wished would take him to that bed of sunflowers. It was truly unbearable. But to be told that he could make a difference still? It would invalidate the doubt and grief. Validate the pain as feeling worth it in the end.
Fate is cruel far too often. It puts those who don't wish it in situations such as this, as if to force those who suffer to derive meaning from all of the misery; to find an answer in the pain. Yet, weeks before, he had been racing around to save lives, and take villains down.
"I don't know the first thing about teaching, chief. Find someone else." Shuto spoke with words sharper than the pain in his fractured back. Why inspire a generation? To look into their eyes and show them a potential future of failure? To give them a sneak peek? Shuto had been lucky to survive this time, as he was the last time.
And what, now he was supposed to accept this was the bigger reason for it all? Shuto's destiny? To be a teacher? He wasn't any good at teaching. He was good at saving a boy in a burning building. He wasn't any good at teaching someone how.
A gloved hand came to grab his hand, yet Shuto didn't turn from the window; his gazed locked on something he couldn't see. Both gloved hands held his tightly, and the sounds of a the bed creaking slightly had woken him up from his dream, as he turned around to see them. They had their head into the bed. Kneeling; begging for someone who didn't want destiny to accept destiny.
But then when the gloved hand moved away from his own, Shuto's eyes turned downwards. Something had been left inside his hand. When his eyes moved down, they were pricked by what he saw. A small pendant of a sunflower had been placed into his hands. That damned sixth sense came back again. Laughing, and holding him close in the field of sunflowers. Not like a dream, but a vision. A spinning hug, as they would share the gentleness of a summer morning's kiss.
Genki's blessing.
The tears flowed like waterfalls pushing a river. Nothing he could do would hold it back any longer. He was sobbing. Snapshot was dead, and the grief had finally gotten to him. Yet there was a distinct happiness too.
"I'll do it."
Desired Faction: Hero - Teacher
Desired Tier: IV
Brief explanation of what your goals are: "Listen. I'm one of the best heroes in Japan right now. I ain't an army, and even with my Snapshots, I can't beat every fight. I've even had my back broken; twice. Once by a burning building, and the other by a strong ass villain. Still got his butt handed to him on a silver platter, but I couldn't protect anyone for six months after that; not even my husband. If it helps the future of Japan, and heroism, I'll do what is needed and whip these kids into shape. How hard can teaching be?"
Time to Learn These Kids Some Heroism
6:23 AM. He was awake as the sun was beginning to rise, washing the world in an uncertain luminescence. Fatigue kept him in the bed; the anesthesia finally beginning to wear off. Yet, as he laid there in his gown, there was a foreboding sense of clairvoyance. One of those moments; like a sixth sense that always seemed to hold water.
The door opened, and there stood a man who held forbidden knowledge; like a keeper of a terrible secret. The man's white doctor's coat once signifying a man who could make miracles was now no better than the darkest veil of death that loomed over this whole building. Suddenly, a piercing sound came to his ears; a heavy ringing to deafen everything else. A final mechanism to shield him from the terrible future ahead.
"Did you hear me, Himawari-san?"
He turned his head to the doctor. The brown hair, despite being rather long, could not hide the sorrow. No matter how loud the piercing noise was to his ears, he could not avoid this fate in the end. It almost seemed as if the doctor had held more sorrow in giving the news than the one who had to listen to it.
The depths of sorrow is like an abyss. One must fall as far as they can before they realize how far they must climb back up. The distance the doctor fell was incomparable to the miles upon miles the patient had fallen. So far, in fact, that it felt as if his back would break in two.
"Yeah, Doc. I'll have to retire."
The look that he was met with was something else. How young had this man been? Surely, younger than himself... late twenties at the oldest? Surely, the doctor would have been in high school in his prime; when he took down countless villains, right? It dawned on him; the doctor was a fanboy. To tell him this news was as damning to him, as it was for the patient. Snapshot's days were over. He could see the headline now.
Now he knew what he felt before. That sixth sense, as the gloomy daylight would wash into the room. The clock seemed to read 6:42 AM. No doubt Genki had been told by now. Yet even so, he couldn't be seen to look him in the eyes. To see him so far past that despair event horizon. Looking up from the lowest point he could. There was that piercing sound in his ears; that heavy ringing that deafened everything out.
"I want you, Shuto Himawari." Those words rang out from the doorway. The soon-to-be-retired pro looked to the doorway to see them standing there. They had looked at him in his depressed state, and decided to do what little could be done.
"Why me?" he asked, turning his gaze to the sunrise, far too detached from its usual warmth. His thoughts taking him to a field of sunflowers instead, to his smile once again. The last sanctuary of happiness he had left. To lose him, would be to lose himself, and to lose himself in sunflowers was a way he'd prefer to go.
Perhaps that too, was a sixth sense. To lay to rest in a bed of sunflowers and pass on. Maybe it wasn't the hero's way to go out, but he always imagined that would be the final resting place. Maybe with Genki holding his hand as he went.
"Because. You inspired a generation. You can inspire another ten."
Shuto felt the sun's painful glow on him again. He didn't turn back at all. To look back was to lose his everything. Every doubt that had been building since the fatal career-ending snap. Every single second of pain he wished would take him to that bed of sunflowers. It was truly unbearable. But to be told that he could make a difference still? It would invalidate the doubt and grief. Validate the pain as feeling worth it in the end.
Fate is cruel far too often. It puts those who don't wish it in situations such as this, as if to force those who suffer to derive meaning from all of the misery; to find an answer in the pain. Yet, weeks before, he had been racing around to save lives, and take villains down.
"I don't know the first thing about teaching, chief. Find someone else." Shuto spoke with words sharper than the pain in his fractured back. Why inspire a generation? To look into their eyes and show them a potential future of failure? To give them a sneak peek? Shuto had been lucky to survive this time, as he was the last time.
And what, now he was supposed to accept this was the bigger reason for it all? Shuto's destiny? To be a teacher? He wasn't any good at teaching. He was good at saving a boy in a burning building. He wasn't any good at teaching someone how.
A gloved hand came to grab his hand, yet Shuto didn't turn from the window; his gazed locked on something he couldn't see. Both gloved hands held his tightly, and the sounds of a the bed creaking slightly had woken him up from his dream, as he turned around to see them. They had their head into the bed. Kneeling; begging for someone who didn't want destiny to accept destiny.
But then when the gloved hand moved away from his own, Shuto's eyes turned downwards. Something had been left inside his hand. When his eyes moved down, they were pricked by what he saw. A small pendant of a sunflower had been placed into his hands. That damned sixth sense came back again. Laughing, and holding him close in the field of sunflowers. Not like a dream, but a vision. A spinning hug, as they would share the gentleness of a summer morning's kiss.
Genki's blessing.
The tears flowed like waterfalls pushing a river. Nothing he could do would hold it back any longer. He was sobbing. Snapshot was dead, and the grief had finally gotten to him. Yet there was a distinct happiness too.
"I'll do it."
