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A Day In The Life of Joruri [Private/Training] Fri Jul 17, 2015 6:21 pm
Joruri
D-rank
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Joruri's eyes opened up and he sat up in his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Slowing extricating himself from his bed, he looked at the mess that he had created the night before as he prepared himself to leave for the Chunnin Exams and practice a few more techniques.
It was a large room, as far as bedrooms went. Large, but relatively empty. Within his own room he contained and occasionally entertained a book from his miniature library that was literally one book shelf, but was overflowing with books. There were even books on the top of the bookcase, they weren't even supposed to go up there! He had even went as far as to place them beside the bookcase, horizontally on both sides. Multiple piles, at least three containing more than two dozen books. When he had first became a genin he had had a plan for all of those books. It intertwined with reading them, and perfecting the ninja arts that they contained. You see, at least ninety percent of the books within his makeshift library weren't books for entertainment and pleasure. They were for education purposes, a vast collection of education all in his bedroom.
Who would've thought?
At a reasonable height were the books that he usually read that explained in detail his Clan's history and it's multiple sub-branches. Truth be told, it actually interested him. He knew his clan had originated within Sunagakure, or whatever fertile land mass that was located there, and it even went as far as to speculate that there were well known historical shinobi that could've potentially possessed the Magnet Release, or even had techniques that were similar to the point that they could've if they trained it exclusively.
Anyways, back to the rest of Joruri's morning.
He showered and ate relatively quickly in the early morning. Usually, he wouldn't wake up this early unless it was to head towards the Konoha Hospital so that he may receive a weekly check up on his brain, but those days were long gone. That mission, that night was long gone. He didn't have to worry about it.
Yesterday, he had received a message from a chunin after he was coming back from training that he was placed on a squad. The same one as Shinako he realized when he had read the missive.
Uchiha? Tenzo? Who is this guy? His knowledge of the Jonin of the village was practically nil, and he was surprised to have been picked up by a shinobi that he had never heard of, and to add to that he was a Uchiha? Joruri had never seen a sharingan in action, and he was all about the wild life and he hoped that after the Chunin Exams, they'd all be able to be deployed on dangerous missions. I want to see a sharingan. He remembered thinking to himself when he had first read the letter from his new sensei. His eyes went over his own, and he nodded, then he saw Nara Shinako's name on it and he grinned. Had they already made a reputation for themselves after announcing they were creating their own two-man genin team? Well, it was technically a one man, one woman sort of thing. And he chuckled at his own horrendous humour. I'm not surprised. Shinako-chan's tactics are excellent, especially for a Nara. If they were to meet in the Chunin Exams, Jo wasn't sure he'd be able to keep up with her genjutsu. She focuses on medium to long range attacks. My own techniques vary, and with this... He had forgotten the name, but he could only imagine red hair.
After he had eaten and cleaned himself to even beyond a respectable degree, he re-entered his bedroom and retrieved the letter that he had received from the Chunnin. Uzumaki Manami... Huh? Rolling up the scroll and placing it in the small of his back, lying vertical on his spinal cord and held there by his white sash, he thought back. "This name sound so familiar." He muttered aloud, trying to put a face and figure to the name.
"It is a girl's name... At least it sounds like one." He muttered.
Deep within the house, he heard someone cry out. "Joruri, are you talking to me!?" His eyes snapped towards the half open doorway as he raised an eyebrow. It happened all the time when he talked to himself. Why was it that all mothers possessed a hearing technique that allows them to hear the slightest word. He pushed a hand through his mess of hair, and left his messy room the way it was as he walked out the door. He could just clean it when he got back home, or his mother could and complain to him about how he wasn't a guest in that household.
Once he was safely outside, he straightened out his clothes, checked for the letter that was in the small of his back, and when he felt it he rolled his shoulders back and pushed a stray lock of his white hair out of his eyes. He walked down the short steps quickly, shoved his hands into his pockets, kicked a rock and he was outside of the gates that sealed in his home on the far side of the Village.
WC: 930
It was a large room, as far as bedrooms went. Large, but relatively empty. Within his own room he contained and occasionally entertained a book from his miniature library that was literally one book shelf, but was overflowing with books. There were even books on the top of the bookcase, they weren't even supposed to go up there! He had even went as far as to place them beside the bookcase, horizontally on both sides. Multiple piles, at least three containing more than two dozen books. When he had first became a genin he had had a plan for all of those books. It intertwined with reading them, and perfecting the ninja arts that they contained. You see, at least ninety percent of the books within his makeshift library weren't books for entertainment and pleasure. They were for education purposes, a vast collection of education all in his bedroom.
Who would've thought?
At a reasonable height were the books that he usually read that explained in detail his Clan's history and it's multiple sub-branches. Truth be told, it actually interested him. He knew his clan had originated within Sunagakure, or whatever fertile land mass that was located there, and it even went as far as to speculate that there were well known historical shinobi that could've potentially possessed the Magnet Release, or even had techniques that were similar to the point that they could've if they trained it exclusively.
Anyways, back to the rest of Joruri's morning.
He showered and ate relatively quickly in the early morning. Usually, he wouldn't wake up this early unless it was to head towards the Konoha Hospital so that he may receive a weekly check up on his brain, but those days were long gone. That mission, that night was long gone. He didn't have to worry about it.
Yesterday, he had received a message from a chunin after he was coming back from training that he was placed on a squad. The same one as Shinako he realized when he had read the missive.
Uchiha? Tenzo? Who is this guy? His knowledge of the Jonin of the village was practically nil, and he was surprised to have been picked up by a shinobi that he had never heard of, and to add to that he was a Uchiha? Joruri had never seen a sharingan in action, and he was all about the wild life and he hoped that after the Chunin Exams, they'd all be able to be deployed on dangerous missions. I want to see a sharingan. He remembered thinking to himself when he had first read the letter from his new sensei. His eyes went over his own, and he nodded, then he saw Nara Shinako's name on it and he grinned. Had they already made a reputation for themselves after announcing they were creating their own two-man genin team? Well, it was technically a one man, one woman sort of thing. And he chuckled at his own horrendous humour. I'm not surprised. Shinako-chan's tactics are excellent, especially for a Nara. If they were to meet in the Chunin Exams, Jo wasn't sure he'd be able to keep up with her genjutsu. She focuses on medium to long range attacks. My own techniques vary, and with this... He had forgotten the name, but he could only imagine red hair.
After he had eaten and cleaned himself to even beyond a respectable degree, he re-entered his bedroom and retrieved the letter that he had received from the Chunnin. Uzumaki Manami... Huh? Rolling up the scroll and placing it in the small of his back, lying vertical on his spinal cord and held there by his white sash, he thought back. "This name sound so familiar." He muttered aloud, trying to put a face and figure to the name.
"It is a girl's name... At least it sounds like one." He muttered.
Deep within the house, he heard someone cry out. "Joruri, are you talking to me!?" His eyes snapped towards the half open doorway as he raised an eyebrow. It happened all the time when he talked to himself. Why was it that all mothers possessed a hearing technique that allows them to hear the slightest word. He pushed a hand through his mess of hair, and left his messy room the way it was as he walked out the door. He could just clean it when he got back home, or his mother could and complain to him about how he wasn't a guest in that household.
Once he was safely outside, he straightened out his clothes, checked for the letter that was in the small of his back, and when he felt it he rolled his shoulders back and pushed a stray lock of his white hair out of his eyes. He walked down the short steps quickly, shoved his hands into his pockets, kicked a rock and he was outside of the gates that sealed in his home on the far side of the Village.
WC: 930
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