Tsukasa was on his new bed, staring at the ceiling. The trip was longer than he had expected. But here he was in the Sand Village. It was what he expected from a desert. Very hot, had lots of sand. Pretty sure he had spent a good couple of minutes emptying his shoes after he had entered the house. He would have to learn to either deal with the sand, or learn a more efficient way to get rid of the sand.
Perhaps once he got his bearings…
Tsukasa then sprung up into a sitting position. He looked around the room for a few moments. It was an average size, and the walls were barely decorated. The only other piece of furniture it had besides the bed was a desk and chair in the corner. Overall it seemed rather plain, just how Tsukasa liked it. It reminded him of home, only a different color and slightly smaller. He would have to thank his hosts later.
Speaking of his hosts, he couldn’t help but think back to earlier. The son of the family came home bruised. That was… somewhat concerning to the young Mibu. Perhaps he’d check up on Gojisou tomorrow.
Tsukasa then moved to the side of his bed, and reached down to grab a sack. It was filled with personal things he wanted to hold himself during the journey. A couple of books, a hairbrush, etc. For now, he pulled out two books and a pencil.
He walked over to the desk and set himself up. Both books open in front of him. One was a regular notebook on a blank page. And the other was clearly a dictionary.
He then started to copy words from the dictionary, notably he was using his left hand.
This training had two purposes, one was to improve his penmanship, which was notably more stylized than the dictionary. And the other… Tsukasa wished to be ambidextrous. And this seemed like a good place to start.
Tsukasa’s hand then slipped slightly, causing him to mess up a letter. He growled, and tightened his grip on the tool. And with a snap, he broke it. That had also caused the pencil to leave a sharp line on the paper. Which made him realize what he had done.
“Not again…” Luckily he hadn’t injured himself, so he could dispose of the evidence quietly.
He then put the now broken pencil on the table, and cleanly ripped the page from the notebook. Afterwards, folding it in half. Tsukasa then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I have to stop doing that… It’s shameful enough to fail in private. No one else needs to be burdened with it…”
With that said, he then got up and retrieved a new pencil from his bag. And then went back to writing.
It was gonna be a long night…
[Word Count: 480]
