The evening Jun arrived, he immediately went home to take a rest and perhaps continue to finish his assignments. Though it seems that all his energy is spent and completely collapsed on his bed and took a good sleep.
(Always take good rests so that your body's immunity stays well!)
The morning arrived once more. It felt weird to wake up again knowing that he woke up, went back, realising a 12 hour difference, slept and woke up once again. Perhaps the reason why he woke up unusually early today.
Putting a broom back to it's place, the whole apartment felt anew. The dust and messy appliances and art equipments that was scattered every where was not a problem anymore. He felt proud, knowing that he used to complain so much about cleaning when growing up. He didn't have a choice anyways or else he'd get a punishment tougher than sweeping.
It felt weird to have his hair shorter than usual, it would normally be around the length from his head to his elbow. Yet it felt so short by only touching his shoulders. It wasn't exactly bad, Yhur sure has some talent in hairdressing.
"Haah, finally done." The apartment looked as new as ever. It was quite long for him to realise how messy his room was, knowing how focused he usually is for his assignments.
Lucky enough, he managed to finish quite the large fraction of his work just by one night. Explaining his pure black and tired eyebags.
With his phone constantly ringing in his pocket, an annoyed feeling took over him, making him look at what was going on. As he inputs his phone password, the first thing to appear was the chat app. A certain chat was taking his attention the whole time with 492 chats and 73 missed calls. "Holy shoot, who's been trying to contact me this whole ti-"
He realised who it was, the person who have spammed and filled his whole entire chat. It was his close friend, 'Himura Riku'. One of the most popular students in Jun's university despite taking a different major than Jun.
Their friendship goes back far since kindergarten, making them childhood friends. Yet Jun has been spending less time with Riku as Riku himself often gets surrounded by other students as fans of him and is busy with his work. The sculpture would be much harder than imagined, which was Riku's major.
Opening the texts, it was all the same types of texts. "Where are you? Seriously where did you go? Why aren't you answering?? Jun, I'm worried!" Oh how caring, Jun thought. Thinking that he wasn't too significant in Riku's life despite being named as his best friend. The most recent text was surprisingly only a couple hours ago at 5 am in the morning. "I'm fine, no worries!" He replied with a smiling emoji.
There wasn't anything else that was interesting to do on his phone, he was kind of too used to technology, he managed to memorise his app placement and such without batting an eye.
It was no surprise to start to be bored of it despite not wanting to admit that it was more boring than reality. At least because of what's going on currently.
Thinking about it, trying to survive without using his advantage would be near impossible. Just like the dragon incidents, strange guy? He simply ran away. Should he master some kind of weapon? If so then he doesn't expect anything to catch his attention.
Yet something inside his heart just had the urge to learn. To learn something he doesn't even know what.
The apartment us where he had been living ever since he moved out at the age of 16 which was the start of highschool. It was 5 years ago as he is already the age of 21. It was no surprise to see some items from years ago, abandoned and left out in the dark.
His curiosity brought him back to the storage room. Having a while since opening since all the equipments he has been using currently are all still used. Opening the door he thought he had locked, a world filled with his memories had just appeared right in front of him. Dusted with cobwebs as it disappears with a single weak blow. A memory he had not unlocked.
A bojutsu stick he didn't know he still owned after the long years of rest. Looking at it, he never forgot about the feeling after his parents had finally agreed to let him learn this martial art. Which have then led him to learn many more.
Unknowingly, he started swinging the stick around. Slowly moving and spinning it, as if he was trying to mimic Yhur's fast movements.
Was this truly the feeling he had felt? The 'something' missing when he tried to find out? He wanted to learn more, to control it better and to fight using it just like how Yhur shows it off flawlessly. He continued swinging it.
Until a sudden loud knock on the door frightened him, making him drop the stick to the ground from reflex. Looking back at the entrance door, he ran out the storage room and making sure to lock it tightly and securely. "Who's out knocking on my door on an average holiday??" He opened the door.