1 Legendary Battle [No Kill, Private] Mon Feb 03, 2014 7:40 pm
Arufa
D-rank
The wind bristled through Arufa's hair as he sat upon the first Hokage's head. Well, the mountain's head anyway. Arufa always came here when he was bored, or had nothing to do. There hasn't been a day that has gone by that he hadn't come here, either.
He stood up, revealing that he wore a baggy white cloak around him, long black shinobi pants, wooden sandals, and a grey T-shirt underneath. On his back was a long katana, which looked old and had better days; but had a look of danger nonetheless.
It was a relatively nice day outside, fairly sunny but not too hot. The perfect weather for training.
The air seemed to have a sharpness about it that could cut through steel, something that Arufa couldn't quite put his finger on. He fingered the hilt of his katana. He always did this when he was thinking; it calmed him.
He noticed the trees bustle calmly in the wind. He heard birds chirping in the distance. He felt at peace.
Arufa sat back down on the grass and started twisting his hair. He did this often, it was somewhat of a habit. He looked down at the city, still twirling his hair, and sighed.
'My habits are becoming way too repetitive. I wish I could do something new for a change.'
Sitting down had eventually become uncomfortable for him, due to the weapons pouch that was on his left ass-cheek. Within a few seconds he was awkwardly laying on his stomache, facing towards the edge of the cliff.
Arufa coughed once. And twice.
'Dammit, this dirt is really getting to me.' he said inwardly.
He stood up and patted the dirt off his clothes, and continued to stare at the village below him.
He stood up, revealing that he wore a baggy white cloak around him, long black shinobi pants, wooden sandals, and a grey T-shirt underneath. On his back was a long katana, which looked old and had better days; but had a look of danger nonetheless.
It was a relatively nice day outside, fairly sunny but not too hot. The perfect weather for training.
The air seemed to have a sharpness about it that could cut through steel, something that Arufa couldn't quite put his finger on. He fingered the hilt of his katana. He always did this when he was thinking; it calmed him.
He noticed the trees bustle calmly in the wind. He heard birds chirping in the distance. He felt at peace.
Arufa sat back down on the grass and started twisting his hair. He did this often, it was somewhat of a habit. He looked down at the city, still twirling his hair, and sighed.
'My habits are becoming way too repetitive. I wish I could do something new for a change.'
Sitting down had eventually become uncomfortable for him, due to the weapons pouch that was on his left ass-cheek. Within a few seconds he was awkwardly laying on his stomache, facing towards the edge of the cliff.
Arufa coughed once. And twice.
'Dammit, this dirt is really getting to me.' he said inwardly.
He stood up and patted the dirt off his clothes, and continued to stare at the village below him.
TRAINING: Fuuton C>B
267/2000
Btw the rest of my posts will be longer most likely.
267/2000
Btw the rest of my posts will be longer most likely.