What do you think is the meaning life? Maybe the question contradicts itself, putting meaning and life in the same sentence without being sarcastic. Most people spend their lives on drugs, power, money, and women. What awful yet interesting way to spend it, such a glorious gift with such greedy intentions. But who was Junji to judge, he spends his whole life serving his country, the one thing he lives for. Maybe hes wasting it, or maybe a life isn't for him. But a life of military is still a life I suppose. Junji often questioned that logic, being a Jounin in the village and serving the Hokage was his calling. It was what he was good at, and what he loved. Now laying in his bed, he looked far from having a life as he appeared unconscious. But thats Junji indeed. Finally buying his new apartment on the border of the village, he was rather proud that he was able to afford it. He spend a long time saving money, and now that he has the giant luxurious room he never wanted to leave. But all good things come to a end I suppose.
“Ah... hum..” Junji moaned as he continuously turned in his bed. He was rather tired that mourning, he had a long night last night and to top it off he had a slight hangover. Having a celebration at the village bar was something he rarely did, but it was fun hanging with the Chunin for awhile. The sun slowly peaked threw the clouds, and its immense rays pierced threw Junji windows and into his eyelids. Seeing a flash of light suddenly, he quenched his eyes tightly and rolled over. 'Ugh.” He yelled, ducking under the covers trying to avoid the sun. Opening his eyes slightly and revealing the abyssal darkness under his covers, he climbed his way out of the cushion texture of his blanket. Now sitting straight up with a grouchy face, he took his left hand and coursed his hair to calm himself. Widening his eyes he examined his room more closely. Wooden floors, brown wallpaper, blue curtains, everything normal I guess. Taking a good look at the clock which was on the wall across from him, he slowly sighed. “Guess its time for work.” He said while staring at his closet. Usually sleeping in nothing but boxers and socks, Junji was surprised that he had a shirt on. Making his way out the bed, he stepped on the hard wooden floor and began walking to his closet. “Creek!.... creek!” The sound the floors made every three steps he took. “Darn floors!” He yelled while opening his closet door.
Slipping on his ninja gear seemed quicker then usual, maybe he was finally getting used to the new gear he got. Upgrading from Chunin to Jounin sparked a new beginning for Junji, thus he had to buy a new outfit. Consisting of dark blue longed sleeved shirt, black flak jacket that comes to his calves, black sweat pans, long socks and sandals, one may think hes Leaf Village next top model. After getting dressed he reached for his Grand Scroll and blacked it on his back. Then he took his sword and placed it on his hip, now he was ready. Walking down the flight of stairs and outside, he inhaled the light coat of mist which engulfed the entire village. The voices of people and merchants were the one thing Junji never got rid of, this was his home, his legacy, his village. “Junji's ready for business.” With that he flickered threw the village to the Administration Building.