Out across the horizon, from the edge of the watery expanse, an orb of light was inching its way upwards. For some reason, Ryosei had decided to venture towards home today. Still a few minutes walk from the docks that were manned by so many different family members, the cool water lapped up against a leg that was "melted" about half way down the lower leg.
To Ryosei's side was a book. It was too dark out to read it just yet (unless a light creating jutsu was used, though Ryosei did not feel like using it), but someone could likely make out the cover if they tried. It had one of those paper book protectors. Said protector was currently holding a spot about half way through the book. The protector read "Henri Paperu and the Methods of Morality".
A few clouds drifted in the sky, one venturing close enough to the sun to obstruct the beautiful orange seascape, but providing a new beauty all its own.
To Ryosei's side was a book. It was too dark out to read it just yet (unless a light creating jutsu was used, though Ryosei did not feel like using it), but someone could likely make out the cover if they tried. It had one of those paper book protectors. Said protector was currently holding a spot about half way through the book. The protector read "Henri Paperu and the Methods of Morality".
A few clouds drifted in the sky, one venturing close enough to the sun to obstruct the beautiful orange seascape, but providing a new beauty all its own.