1 Reacquainting with the Village [Jet/Private/No-kill] Mon Feb 08, 2016 7:26 pm
Karumo
D-rank
Karumo sat at his desk within the university, soon he was going to be taking on students of his own to train, and even further beyond that he hoped to join the ANBU. His eyes set on becoming captain of the Oracles if he could, or to at least join their ranks, it was a part of the organization after his own heart in the end.
Karumo exited the library of Diamond Heights University, his held his hand over his eyes as he exited, it seemed the sun had gotten much brighter since he originally entered the building that morning. The day was bright, few clouds scattered the sky and several people were walking around the university, a few civilians and one or two shinobi caught his eyes as he walked down the steps of the building. It was mid afternoon already and he was taking a break from his studies to grab lunch, relax some and stretch his legs, whatever else he could think of. He recently started spending a lot of time in the buildings of the university and its affiliates, further expanding his skills and knowledge and learning the foundation and basis of fuinjutsu, outside the part where he was pretty much living on the campus grounds in one of the old jounin instructor's floors.
Karumo made his way to the courtyard, almost no one was there which was odd, he found himself in the rare opportunity of enjoying the view of grounds without anyone to disturb him or to interrupt it's grandeur. From his coat jacket he pulled out one of his cigars, cutting the tip of it and lightning it, he sat down next to one of the trees and sat quietly while he smoked it. He overlooked the entrance of the university, facing the gate towards the rest of the village. He sat, watching those that walked by to wherever they were going, just observing and letting his mind wander about. Occasionally he would ash his cigar into a pile next to him, refusing to lift his head from the tree.
For now, he was going to relax, then maybe grab food before returning to work and/or training. His legs spread out and pile of ash slowly growing, the end of his cigar was mostly ash and glowed bright red in the moments of each inhalation. This scene of calm serenity would continue on for quite some time, until he arose and began to head towards the village and into the main of it all. His goal would be to grab food before returning to work, as little as he might like to do that.
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Karumo exited the library of Diamond Heights University, his held his hand over his eyes as he exited, it seemed the sun had gotten much brighter since he originally entered the building that morning. The day was bright, few clouds scattered the sky and several people were walking around the university, a few civilians and one or two shinobi caught his eyes as he walked down the steps of the building. It was mid afternoon already and he was taking a break from his studies to grab lunch, relax some and stretch his legs, whatever else he could think of. He recently started spending a lot of time in the buildings of the university and its affiliates, further expanding his skills and knowledge and learning the foundation and basis of fuinjutsu, outside the part where he was pretty much living on the campus grounds in one of the old jounin instructor's floors.
Karumo made his way to the courtyard, almost no one was there which was odd, he found himself in the rare opportunity of enjoying the view of grounds without anyone to disturb him or to interrupt it's grandeur. From his coat jacket he pulled out one of his cigars, cutting the tip of it and lightning it, he sat down next to one of the trees and sat quietly while he smoked it. He overlooked the entrance of the university, facing the gate towards the rest of the village. He sat, watching those that walked by to wherever they were going, just observing and letting his mind wander about. Occasionally he would ash his cigar into a pile next to him, refusing to lift his head from the tree.
For now, he was going to relax, then maybe grab food before returning to work and/or training. His legs spread out and pile of ash slowly growing, the end of his cigar was mostly ash and glowed bright red in the moments of each inhalation. This scene of calm serenity would continue on for quite some time, until he arose and began to head towards the village and into the main of it all. His goal would be to grab food before returning to work, as little as he might like to do that.
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