1 A Humid Afternoon [Training/Invite/No Kill] Tue Apr 08, 2014 5:34 pm
Tako Hōzuki
D-rank
It was an awkward climate at the Kirigakure training grounds. Outside in the forests, not too far from the walls of Kirigakure, it wet, yet there was no rain. Instead, it was humid, like a rainforest. Dovy sat on a tree as his own sweat dominated every skin pore in his body. A shirt was abandoned by the 10 year old sailor boy. His torso was covered in bruises and healing cuts, showing a rich past of hard work and battles. Some of these scars were left overs of the most recent war agains the Seven Bells. Its a shame that such a young boy had to experience the things he did on the battlefield. Though it did nothing more than steal more of his childhood, he still came out much stronger than before. Regardless, his past never allowed him much of a childhood in the first place.
He rubbed his sore shoulders as he sat on that thick tree branch catching his breath from chakra control exercises. He had been alone in that spot for about an hour now, bored, hoping to encounter some one new to train with. While on his break, he laid back to rest his back on the tree trunk and pulled out one of his water canteens, water falling it into his dry mouth. Staying hydrated was more challenging for the boy in these conditions, so he was glad that he found the opportunity to train in the sweaty and moist biome.
After his ten minute break, Dovy leaped down from the tree and landed on the slushy grass. It almost took a bit of extra balancing because of how slippery it was. Picking up his cutlass from the ground, he decided to strike the nearby training dummies. There were about ten of them, all lined up shoulder to shoulder a couple feet apart with large targets on their chests and heads. The entire scenery was pretty generic. It was an open, wet field surrounded by tall trees. The dark, cloudy skies accented a rather creepy atmosphere. Yet, it was not something a Kirigakure native wouldn't be use to. In a way, such scenery can be appreciated by some. For Dovy, it was still a little foreign. He was more use to the beaches and islands that he grew up on. His tan skin definitely stood out amongst his other peers. To this day, even though he moved to the central city, his skin still gives off the salty smell of the sea. Its just about the only nostalgic thing the boy had for himself.
Dovy took out his rusty cutlass and began to practice his strikes on the cushy, pillow-like dummies. He wasn't the best, but he was very eager to learn. From his previous training, he realized that he needed ninjutsu to complement his bukijutsu, yet no ideas popped into his head. Perhaps that would be his goal for today. He continued to strike the dummy in the hot, moist weather, hoping that another would appear on the training grounds.
Word Count: [508]
He rubbed his sore shoulders as he sat on that thick tree branch catching his breath from chakra control exercises. He had been alone in that spot for about an hour now, bored, hoping to encounter some one new to train with. While on his break, he laid back to rest his back on the tree trunk and pulled out one of his water canteens, water falling it into his dry mouth. Staying hydrated was more challenging for the boy in these conditions, so he was glad that he found the opportunity to train in the sweaty and moist biome.
After his ten minute break, Dovy leaped down from the tree and landed on the slushy grass. It almost took a bit of extra balancing because of how slippery it was. Picking up his cutlass from the ground, he decided to strike the nearby training dummies. There were about ten of them, all lined up shoulder to shoulder a couple feet apart with large targets on their chests and heads. The entire scenery was pretty generic. It was an open, wet field surrounded by tall trees. The dark, cloudy skies accented a rather creepy atmosphere. Yet, it was not something a Kirigakure native wouldn't be use to. In a way, such scenery can be appreciated by some. For Dovy, it was still a little foreign. He was more use to the beaches and islands that he grew up on. His tan skin definitely stood out amongst his other peers. To this day, even though he moved to the central city, his skin still gives off the salty smell of the sea. Its just about the only nostalgic thing the boy had for himself.
Dovy took out his rusty cutlass and began to practice his strikes on the cushy, pillow-like dummies. He wasn't the best, but he was very eager to learn. From his previous training, he realized that he needed ninjutsu to complement his bukijutsu, yet no ideas popped into his head. Perhaps that would be his goal for today. He continued to strike the dummy in the hot, moist weather, hoping that another would appear on the training grounds.
Word Count: [508]