《Re:Shinobi》Logic and Emotion
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Toshiaki pov
I entered my room to be greeted by a huge mess of papers detailing all of my jutsu plans and creations.
I also had some fuinjutsu design papers on the side.
My room was surprisingly blank when i looked at it.
There was a bed, a mat and some shelves with books and that was it.
it looked quite bleak.
I sighed before packing my papers and started to dress up for sleep.
Once i was done i got into bed and waited for sleep to take me away.
Today sleep granted my wish almost immediately.
I was sent into my mindscape.
I have never actually slept in a sense since i am always in my mindscape when i sleep.
My mind and body were resting but i was in my mindscape.
This also gave me the time to create quite a few jutsu.
I got up off the ground off my mindscape and looked it over.
My mindscape looked like an advanced city that was crossed over with a glass city.
It had photon cannons and torpedoes,it had all so many weapons and defenses that were hidden it gave surprised
what i sometimes found in their.
But it was like me get past all those defenses and you could break it so easily.
It was a beautiful place in my mind,dark neon blue strips could be seen everywhere glowing in the always dark
place that was my mind.
I began to walk away from the representation of my mind and towards the two idiots that were logic and
emotions or as i look to call them pain and sorrow.
In honor of what i feel every time i choose one over the other
.Logic shows me the dirt and filth of the world seeing things that a person should never see bringing me pain.
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Emotions well i don’t even want to get started on emotions.
I starts with this feeling of happiness but emotions are only ever good if you haven’t seen the world's true
colors.
Once you seen the colors of the world these emotions turn bitter.
It starts with confusion,why was i feeling this.
Then denial,you don’t want to believe.
Anger…..anger a the world for being so ugly and beautiful at the same time.
Then comes the depression the sorrow,because you know that you can’t do anything about it.
you don’t have the power to do anything about it.
Then you go back to to logic to the pain,it’s a cycle and a punishment for being able to see the truth.
For knowing the truth and understanding it before you ever saw.
It was my punishment for that time when….when...she died.
I stopped my thoughts from going to my past with a vigorous shake of my head.
I continued to walk towards their part of my mindscape.
As i got closer the terrain changes.
Half it was colorful and radiated emotions,all emotions.
The other half were buildings black and gray all the same as the other no difference.
Currently the logic and emotions weren’t in one of their crazy fights.
They never fought as long as i was in my mind.
So i wish i could always be in my mind so i wouldn’t have to feel the pain of them fighting each other.
“Hai you came!it’s so good to see you, it’s been ages since you last visited”.
Emotion jumped towards me to give me a hug while saying.
I moved to side quickly and watched as she fell face first into the ground.
“Owwww so mean”she said with tears in her eyes.
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I ignored her and turned my attention to logic,who was slowly walking towards us.
He looked like me except with gray hair , clothes and eyes.
That was most likely because me and him were the closest in a way.
Emotion was the female colorful version of me wearing all kinds of colorful things.
Her sense of style was lost to me.
“That would most likely be because he does not want to see us”.~logic responded to emotions first sentence.
“At Least someone here is smart”.
“Hey i’m smart”.
“Not when it is needed you are not.You are irrational and make no type of sense.Your actions have no pattern
and frankly no purpose.you are a nuisance”.
“I AM NOT A NUI….nui...nuisance.”
Another thing about emotion she keeps changing emotions.
It’s highly annoying.
“Enough i am not here to listen to your endless argument.No i was wondering why you people were so…..loud today”.~my voice is cold soulless with no emotion showing as i say this.
Emotions looks sad at the lack of emotions and then she looks angry.
“As you know when i and emotion battle i always win but she is simply to sturrborn and always come back.Today however whenyou were next to the boy Naruto and the female zen,they seemed to affect you.You
being in their presence was feeding emotions power and for some time she was actually on par with me”.
Logic was pacing as he said this as if contemplating why that was,knowing him he probably was contemplating why that was.
“So the reason my head hurt like that was because i was next to my teammates.Intriguing”.
“Intriguing indeed but I believe it would be wise to ask for another team”.~logic suggested.
“That seems like a good idea”
“I won’t let you do that”.
Emotion said this with a serious voice.
And of course she won’t she will do anything in her power to make me stay on that team.
“of course you won’t you always get in the way”.
I’m sorry but i won’t let you do that.I don’t want to dissapear.~her voice was that of fear and sadness.
I looked at her with cold eyes.
She shrunk back at my gaze.
“I would end you now if i could but my mind does nt allow me to intervene.Be happy i can’t do anything to you because it’s the only reason you’re still here”.
Silence fell upon us.
“It’s time for you to wake up”.~logic said quietly
“Yeah i know”.
This chapter was just to introduce logic and emotion and more of an insight to the mc.
I hope you liked it.
Sorry if it was too short for you.
Comment rate and review.
Thanks for reading.
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