1 Meeting the Weapon Mistress(Private/Miho/NK) Wed Jul 22, 2015 7:42 pm
Daremo
S-rank
Having arrived in Kumogakure no Sato a mere day ago, Nanashi didn’t have time to explore like he would’ve liked to. The majority of it being spent looking for a place to stay, and booking it for his visit duration. Which would be till the conclusion of the Chuunin Exams. And it’s because the village was hosting the exams that made finding a place to stay difficult. The normal places he would’ve stayed at were full, booked by dignitaries, nobles, other people of importance and standing, along with those competing in the exams, all who arrived earlier than him, or had some connections in place. With none of them having any free space, he searched elsewhere and managed to find a nice hotel. Although, meeting the receptionist made him questioned the compliment. The woman having tried to overcharge the silver-haired male despite being shown his shinobi license allowing for a small discount, albeit a small one, on rented ones. The lady simply wasn’t having any of it, and before Nanashi could walk out the door, the manager showed up. It was he, the manager, who convince Nanashi to stay, and even handled the Sannin’s booking personally before escorting him to his room. After dropping out his personal, belongs, placing them in their allotted places, and checking the room for any hidden surprises, it was already incredibly late. Taking a recommendation from a local patron, Nanashi visited a nearby, local restaurant to satisfy his hunger before returning back to his place of residence where he stayed for the remainder of that day.
Now, a new day, Nanashi found himself woke up by the sun rays filtering into his room through the closed blinds. Eyes fluttering open, looking at the nearby clock and reading it, 7:45 am, Nanashi body rose up into a sitting position. Linens covering his body falling off, revealing a bare, chiseled chest with a couple of scars scattered about, but the most prominent thing being the tribal tattoo on the left side of his rib cage. Giving his eyes time to adjust to the light, Nanashi got out of bed and went about his morning ritual. All the while thinking about what was on his schedule for the day. He didn’t feel like handling his mother’s business just yet, that can wait, not like they would be going anywhere, especially now with the exams happening soon. Exploring the shops the village had to offer was a possibility, he did need to buy some trinkets for his extended family back home, however, that could wait for a while also. . . Mulling over what else he could do, he finally decided on finding an exclusive training ground, where he can continue improving his overall abilities, and who knows, maybe he will run into someone? With his mind made up, finished getting dressed and left the apartment.
It still being early in the morning, a number of people out about was scared to say the least. The vendors were already opened for business with a few customers about. Walking through the barren streets, Nanashi started asking around for a place where a shinobi could train in privacy. He didn’t get much help from the civilians, they not knowing much about the training ground locations, yet they were still friendly. A far cry from the receptionist of yesterday. It didn't take him long to find a shinobi willing to tell him the information that he sought. The local shinobi mentioned about training ground on the edge of Kumogakure that isn’t used by many due to its distance from the village. The shinobi even gave Nanashi direction to the area, before going their way. Thanking the man, Nanashi began his trek towards the destination.
Having walked out of the village’s gates, Nanashi began trekking through the wilderness surround the country, before coming up to a small path that lead towards a rather larger natural waterfall. Remembering what was told to him, Nanashi used surface-walking to walk across the body of water and through the raging waterfall. Exiting through the waterfall, Nanashi entered a large cave like construction, in which the ceiling could barely be seen. Vegetation was growing throughout the area, and there was a few aquamarine wildlife in the river flowing from the entrance.. Moving deeper into the cave, Nanashi came to a barren area that showed faint signs of training, a few rusty kunai being spotted around, and some training posts spread about.
Not wanting to waste any time, Nanashi removed his shirt, having only worn the upper part of the training gi for the sake of not walking around in public shirtless, and folded it up on a nearby rock where a scroll containing an additional set of clothing was rested. Moving towards a rather large training post, Nanashi began throwing a combination of punches, kicks, elbows, and knees. A slow rhythm at first, it increasingly began to pick up speed, as his focus zoned in on the task at hand.
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Now, a new day, Nanashi found himself woke up by the sun rays filtering into his room through the closed blinds. Eyes fluttering open, looking at the nearby clock and reading it, 7:45 am, Nanashi body rose up into a sitting position. Linens covering his body falling off, revealing a bare, chiseled chest with a couple of scars scattered about, but the most prominent thing being the tribal tattoo on the left side of his rib cage. Giving his eyes time to adjust to the light, Nanashi got out of bed and went about his morning ritual. All the while thinking about what was on his schedule for the day. He didn’t feel like handling his mother’s business just yet, that can wait, not like they would be going anywhere, especially now with the exams happening soon. Exploring the shops the village had to offer was a possibility, he did need to buy some trinkets for his extended family back home, however, that could wait for a while also. . . Mulling over what else he could do, he finally decided on finding an exclusive training ground, where he can continue improving his overall abilities, and who knows, maybe he will run into someone? With his mind made up, finished getting dressed and left the apartment.
It still being early in the morning, a number of people out about was scared to say the least. The vendors were already opened for business with a few customers about. Walking through the barren streets, Nanashi started asking around for a place where a shinobi could train in privacy. He didn’t get much help from the civilians, they not knowing much about the training ground locations, yet they were still friendly. A far cry from the receptionist of yesterday. It didn't take him long to find a shinobi willing to tell him the information that he sought. The local shinobi mentioned about training ground on the edge of Kumogakure that isn’t used by many due to its distance from the village. The shinobi even gave Nanashi direction to the area, before going their way. Thanking the man, Nanashi began his trek towards the destination.
Having walked out of the village’s gates, Nanashi began trekking through the wilderness surround the country, before coming up to a small path that lead towards a rather larger natural waterfall. Remembering what was told to him, Nanashi used surface-walking to walk across the body of water and through the raging waterfall. Exiting through the waterfall, Nanashi entered a large cave like construction, in which the ceiling could barely be seen. Vegetation was growing throughout the area, and there was a few aquamarine wildlife in the river flowing from the entrance.. Moving deeper into the cave, Nanashi came to a barren area that showed faint signs of training, a few rusty kunai being spotted around, and some training posts spread about.
Not wanting to waste any time, Nanashi removed his shirt, having only worn the upper part of the training gi for the sake of not walking around in public shirtless, and folded it up on a nearby rock where a scroll containing an additional set of clothing was rested. Moving towards a rather large training post, Nanashi began throwing a combination of punches, kicks, elbows, and knees. A slow rhythm at first, it increasingly began to pick up speed, as his focus zoned in on the task at hand.
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