1 Comparing Styles [Invite Only/ No Kill] Wed Mar 04, 2015 9:35 pm
Kameko
D-rank
Since arriving in Hi no Kuni, Kameko had settled into Konohagakure with little trouble. The earliest hours of the morning were spent as she normally did, no matter what country she happened to be in at the moment. After getting dressed for the day, she sat down cross legged on the floor, drew her katana and balanced the rusty blade across her knees as she began to meditate. Originally part of her training in the Ryuzoji clan, Kameko adopted it as part of her morning ritual and never chooses to begin her day without it. After a time, her bright blue eyes opened and, resheathing her katana, she rose to her feet. Afixing the sheath to her belt, the young woman got her weapon pouch, attaching it on the opposite side as her katana, and her hitai-ate from where they waited on her desk. Tying the black cloth as a headband, the silver of the metal stood out against the dark French braid that she had pulled her hair back into for the day.
Heading downstairs, she ordered breakfast at the pub, which operated early in the day for those that were staying in the attached inn. Kameko ate leisurely and lingered at the table after finishing her meal, trying to pass the time. She had always been a morning person but had early on learned to accept that few other people shared that characteristic. Rippa, a Konoha shinobi whom she had met upon her arrival, had invited her to visit him at Sword Saints dojo to compare sword styles and perhaps even try out some Raiton. It had been a while since she had trained with anyone else, and she was interested in what new things she might learn from someone from another hidden village. ‘Nine o’clock? Surely that’s late enough...’ she wondered. Deciding that she could always find somewhere around the village to kill time in if he wasn’t at the dojo yet, she got up and headed out into the streets.
“Just head north, huh?” she said to herself and locating the recently risen sun, she set off in the specified direction. After some time of heading in the general direction, she found the large complex. It would have been hard to miss, and there was a sign clearly identifying it as the Sword Saint compound. There were several buildings in the compound, and after a moment, she located the dojo. She was not the only one here, but many of those who were were dressed in the traditional gi, making her stand out. Having been trained by her mother, they had not observed all traditions, and she wore what she generally would to train or go on missions. Everything was made out of materials which stretched and moved easily with her; she wore a fitted dark blue jacket, zipped up against the cool morning over a white top, and black pants. Unsure if she had the correct building or if Rippa was even here this early, the young woman hesitated in the entryway, looking around for a familiar face.
Heading downstairs, she ordered breakfast at the pub, which operated early in the day for those that were staying in the attached inn. Kameko ate leisurely and lingered at the table after finishing her meal, trying to pass the time. She had always been a morning person but had early on learned to accept that few other people shared that characteristic. Rippa, a Konoha shinobi whom she had met upon her arrival, had invited her to visit him at Sword Saints dojo to compare sword styles and perhaps even try out some Raiton. It had been a while since she had trained with anyone else, and she was interested in what new things she might learn from someone from another hidden village. ‘Nine o’clock? Surely that’s late enough...’ she wondered. Deciding that she could always find somewhere around the village to kill time in if he wasn’t at the dojo yet, she got up and headed out into the streets.
“Just head north, huh?” she said to herself and locating the recently risen sun, she set off in the specified direction. After some time of heading in the general direction, she found the large complex. It would have been hard to miss, and there was a sign clearly identifying it as the Sword Saint compound. There were several buildings in the compound, and after a moment, she located the dojo. She was not the only one here, but many of those who were were dressed in the traditional gi, making her stand out. Having been trained by her mother, they had not observed all traditions, and she wore what she generally would to train or go on missions. Everything was made out of materials which stretched and moved easily with her; she wore a fitted dark blue jacket, zipped up against the cool morning over a white top, and black pants. Unsure if she had the correct building or if Rippa was even here this early, the young woman hesitated in the entryway, looking around for a familiar face.
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