1 A fight is a Fight (private) Wed Feb 10, 2016 4:35 am
Wolfgang
D-rank
*flashback*
Wolfgang awoke slowly from his large bed, he felt weird still waking up in a bed that wasnt made from a newspaper or a gravel road, and since he had no nerves it wasnt the feeling that was the problem, it was awaking with stiff muscles and slow reactions for a while, the problem with sleeping on the ground after.
He decided today to wear gear fit for training, he bore a mess shirt, showing his tattoos very well, and black training pants with boots. He decided not to wear his gas mask, since he was in the village that he was used to, other villages tended to mess his sinuses up, so he used a breather to edit the humidity in the air, it also helped after his jutsus, since acid left a very pungent odour.
He decided to actually wear the headband that the village had given him, the same one that he had gotten when he had been anointed a genin, it was bloodstained to all hell, with no hopes of getting it fully cleaned, and there were more nicks in the metal then he could count, this headband had seen a full scale war before he was the age of 15.
As he walked through the village towards the training area he decided that he wanted to test the ninja of this village, some of the lower ranked ninja, to make sure they were up to snuff. He had had his fill with genin though, just a few days ago being given a new genin to train and he was in charge of training the clans as well. He was feeling chuunin today, though not of his own clan, he had trained them enough for his liking lately, he wanted to scope out a few of the chuunin from the training grounds to make sure theyre up to snuff.
When he arrived he saw many ninja training, as it was a nice day outside. He saw genin and sensei sparring. New ninjas learning to throw shuriken and kunai and many other things. He walked over to a enclosure like area made from logs, measuring 15m across in radius the arena was for more serious sparring, between older genin and chuunin and the occasional Spec Jounin like himself.
He yelled out a challenge to any chuunin to fight him, calling out for a fair spar to any who could hear him. He took his metal armor mask from his pack as he awaited someone brave enough to fight him. He surely hoped this day went well.
Wolfgang awoke slowly from his large bed, he felt weird still waking up in a bed that wasnt made from a newspaper or a gravel road, and since he had no nerves it wasnt the feeling that was the problem, it was awaking with stiff muscles and slow reactions for a while, the problem with sleeping on the ground after.
He decided today to wear gear fit for training, he bore a mess shirt, showing his tattoos very well, and black training pants with boots. He decided not to wear his gas mask, since he was in the village that he was used to, other villages tended to mess his sinuses up, so he used a breather to edit the humidity in the air, it also helped after his jutsus, since acid left a very pungent odour.
He decided to actually wear the headband that the village had given him, the same one that he had gotten when he had been anointed a genin, it was bloodstained to all hell, with no hopes of getting it fully cleaned, and there were more nicks in the metal then he could count, this headband had seen a full scale war before he was the age of 15.
As he walked through the village towards the training area he decided that he wanted to test the ninja of this village, some of the lower ranked ninja, to make sure they were up to snuff. He had had his fill with genin though, just a few days ago being given a new genin to train and he was in charge of training the clans as well. He was feeling chuunin today, though not of his own clan, he had trained them enough for his liking lately, he wanted to scope out a few of the chuunin from the training grounds to make sure theyre up to snuff.
When he arrived he saw many ninja training, as it was a nice day outside. He saw genin and sensei sparring. New ninjas learning to throw shuriken and kunai and many other things. He walked over to a enclosure like area made from logs, measuring 15m across in radius the arena was for more serious sparring, between older genin and chuunin and the occasional Spec Jounin like himself.
He yelled out a challenge to any chuunin to fight him, calling out for a fair spar to any who could hear him. He took his metal armor mask from his pack as he awaited someone brave enough to fight him. He surely hoped this day went well.