1 Easing the mind (Invite only) Wed Apr 20, 2016 2:23 pm
Takumi
D-rank
Several engravings from a kunai appeared onto one of the trees further down the mountains. Chunks of the tree had been carved out of the plant and compiled into a stack of wood to be used for igniting a fire. The speed of the wind was at an minimum and the atmosphere of the afternoon inspired a bunch of travelers to continue to progress their life. Hikers migrated across the lands, exploring the landscape with their book bag attached to their shoulder and a small pole that was a couple inches in height. A lot of the shinobi had distant their self from the location today because of the countless wanderers who were scheduled to use the area for today.
But, this didn't state that the shinobi were unable to access the area. It was the simple fact that most of them didn't want to be distracted while training by civilians and their conversations which usually contained a bunch of nonsense. The campfire sparked and a group of unknown shinobi rejoiced around the searing heat as they positioned several wooden chopsticks towards the fire with a single marshmallow attached to the tip of it. Dwelling from a further distance away from the gang was a samurai adorned with a set of medicinal glasses wrapped around his face and his normal attire consisting of a black fishnet shirt with a small sweating overlapping it. The boy legs were caressed around a tree, allowing him to grapple the plant and maintain a state of being upside down. "Relaxing," commented the shinobi as he flipped through a old chapter inside of a book with a blacksmith symbol implanted on the front of the book.
After his long day of cleaning the library, Takumi sought out a serene amount of time to spend reading his novel. No doubt, the boy was conceited and lurked through the shadows. He only responded when approached or if the occasion required his insight. The pendant on his neck slipped from off his body and collapsed onto the floor below him as he continued to exert most of his life into gaining enough knowledge. Beholding a strong amount of power without the brains to back it up could be a downfall with anyone. No matter your ranking or reputation in the village.
But, this didn't state that the shinobi were unable to access the area. It was the simple fact that most of them didn't want to be distracted while training by civilians and their conversations which usually contained a bunch of nonsense. The campfire sparked and a group of unknown shinobi rejoiced around the searing heat as they positioned several wooden chopsticks towards the fire with a single marshmallow attached to the tip of it. Dwelling from a further distance away from the gang was a samurai adorned with a set of medicinal glasses wrapped around his face and his normal attire consisting of a black fishnet shirt with a small sweating overlapping it. The boy legs were caressed around a tree, allowing him to grapple the plant and maintain a state of being upside down. "Relaxing," commented the shinobi as he flipped through a old chapter inside of a book with a blacksmith symbol implanted on the front of the book.
After his long day of cleaning the library, Takumi sought out a serene amount of time to spend reading his novel. No doubt, the boy was conceited and lurked through the shadows. He only responded when approached or if the occasion required his insight. The pendant on his neck slipped from off his body and collapsed onto the floor below him as he continued to exert most of his life into gaining enough knowledge. Beholding a strong amount of power without the brains to back it up could be a downfall with anyone. No matter your ranking or reputation in the village.