1 The Path of Strength [Training, No Kill, Private] Fri Jan 02, 2015 9:47 pm
Uchiha Tenzō
S-rank
The Calm Before The Storm
“Knock... Knock... Knock...” were the tree knocks given upon Tenzō’s door; a noise which broke the utter silence. “Tenzō!!! It’s time for breakfast, I’ll await for you downstairs!” were the squeaky words which came after those knocks; clashing against the door in the same manner and way. “I’ll come in a few---“ were the muffled words which came from the freshly awaken Uchiha; his head was still stuffed beneath that blue pillow. An audible groan emerged from Tenzō as a battle cry for his next outstanding feat, which consisted of dragging himself away from the warm bed. Those jet-black eyes were swollen and soggy, the young lad was working extra hours to bring a few more ryu inside the house.
The Uchiha was sleeping within some white briefers, and as such he took on a pair of black jeans and a grey tank top before making his way towards the stairs. Even though that hair was a disaster, he did not bother to arrange it all. A hefty yawn escaped between his lips once he placed the first step inside the kitchen. “Good morning, mother and sister.” were the words spoken by him, on a slightly invigorated tone; the wooden chair was pulled back before it began serving as a comfortable seat for the young Uchiha. “Morning, son.” his mother answered while tilting her head against him, granting a small nod as she was quite busy; food was not going to cook by itself.
“Eat well brother, as we’re going to head out for a fight afterwards. I need to see how well you’ve been training.” Shiro added while taking a seat nearby Tenzō, this time her tone no longer had that childish remark; she was quite serious about this matter. At the hearing of her words the lad gulped, although his lips turn within a quivering smile. The idea of him spending more time with his sister, pleased him, although he knew that she was serious about this fight; little time was actually allocated to his personal training. Apparently, reading books and gathering more paychecks for his family were more important than training, at least this was the impression which was left behind.
His father, Shin was outside on a dangerous mission, and thus there were only three from this Uchiha family that were sitting at the table. Once the feast was over, Tenzō arose from the table and headed to prepare himself more properly four an outdoor session; on the other hand, Shiro remained in order to help their mother with the cleaning of the dishes. It was better that she remained behind, as he was known for having clumsy hands when it came to house choirs; they could not afford wasting more money on plates or any other kind of ornaments, which almost went extinct once Tenzō was born.
Their menial tasks were finally over, and the day was just about to start for both of them. “Are you ready to head out, Tenzō?” Shiro asked while slipping her toes inside those red sandals of hers, which looked quite different from your standard ones, as these were reaching all the way up, stopping just beneath her kneecap. Above those kneecaps her fiery red skirt began to take shape, which was quite a contrast to that white sleeveless shirt that she was wearing. “Yes... let us depart.” Tenzō responded while popping up his fan-shaped collar. And thus their house was left behind and soon the village as well, finding a suited training ground was their next goal; both were armed to the teeth.
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“Knock... Knock... Knock...” were the tree knocks given upon Tenzō’s door; a noise which broke the utter silence. “Tenzō!!! It’s time for breakfast, I’ll await for you downstairs!” were the squeaky words which came after those knocks; clashing against the door in the same manner and way. “I’ll come in a few---“ were the muffled words which came from the freshly awaken Uchiha; his head was still stuffed beneath that blue pillow. An audible groan emerged from Tenzō as a battle cry for his next outstanding feat, which consisted of dragging himself away from the warm bed. Those jet-black eyes were swollen and soggy, the young lad was working extra hours to bring a few more ryu inside the house.
The Uchiha was sleeping within some white briefers, and as such he took on a pair of black jeans and a grey tank top before making his way towards the stairs. Even though that hair was a disaster, he did not bother to arrange it all. A hefty yawn escaped between his lips once he placed the first step inside the kitchen. “Good morning, mother and sister.” were the words spoken by him, on a slightly invigorated tone; the wooden chair was pulled back before it began serving as a comfortable seat for the young Uchiha. “Morning, son.” his mother answered while tilting her head against him, granting a small nod as she was quite busy; food was not going to cook by itself.
“Eat well brother, as we’re going to head out for a fight afterwards. I need to see how well you’ve been training.” Shiro added while taking a seat nearby Tenzō, this time her tone no longer had that childish remark; she was quite serious about this matter. At the hearing of her words the lad gulped, although his lips turn within a quivering smile. The idea of him spending more time with his sister, pleased him, although he knew that she was serious about this fight; little time was actually allocated to his personal training. Apparently, reading books and gathering more paychecks for his family were more important than training, at least this was the impression which was left behind.
His father, Shin was outside on a dangerous mission, and thus there were only three from this Uchiha family that were sitting at the table. Once the feast was over, Tenzō arose from the table and headed to prepare himself more properly four an outdoor session; on the other hand, Shiro remained in order to help their mother with the cleaning of the dishes. It was better that she remained behind, as he was known for having clumsy hands when it came to house choirs; they could not afford wasting more money on plates or any other kind of ornaments, which almost went extinct once Tenzō was born.
Their menial tasks were finally over, and the day was just about to start for both of them. “Are you ready to head out, Tenzō?” Shiro asked while slipping her toes inside those red sandals of hers, which looked quite different from your standard ones, as these were reaching all the way up, stopping just beneath her kneecap. Above those kneecaps her fiery red skirt began to take shape, which was quite a contrast to that white sleeveless shirt that she was wearing. “Yes... let us depart.” Tenzō responded while popping up his fan-shaped collar. And thus their house was left behind and soon the village as well, finding a suited training ground was their next goal; both were armed to the teeth.
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