Written ; action

 [ It was time to start living, again. He'd let this situation control him for too long, and it was time he grew past it. The problem was actually coming to terms with all the things that plagued him. There were plenty of things he could do to skirt the issue, or take his mind off everything for a while, but actually accepting things and moving on was proving a challenge. He didn't want to avoid the problem, anymore, but how do you confront something that has weighed so much?

Early in the afternoon, and figuring he doesn't have much to lose, Asuma turns to the journal. He takes care to try and mask his identity and handwriting, not really wanting to be associated with anything that might come from this. ]

Tell me, Luceti, how do you escape the inescapable? 

[ He considers writing more, but figures that would leave it open; A question that could pertain to anything at all. ]


[ During the rest of the day he can be found around town. He makes sure to take the time to talk to anyone that he happens across, so long as they don't seem really engrossed in something important, or in a hurry. He figures this is a good step. That finally taking the time to connect with the others here would help. Once he's wandered around long enough he sits somewhere quiet to relax for a while and then heads to the edge of the forest to train. Later on he returns to the apartment building, tired but pleased with himself.

All in all it had been a pretty good day. ]