1 Getting back to your Roots. [Invite, Training~] Wed Jun 15, 2016 11:53 pm
Jagi
D-rank
It had been awhile for poor Jig-Jagi. A long while since he'd set foot into the lush, slightly cool forests of the more eastern Hi no Kuni. Out west....it was all savanna. If he had anyone to talk to, he would gladly admit that he was back in this, ahem, neck of the woods. Surely enough, it was closer to Konohagakure no Sato, that being the place he didn't want to go back to. It wasn't very easy to get within such a close radius of the place again. After all, Jagi wasn't one to go back on his promises. Even to himself.
That's why he wasn't exactly heading closer. To be truthful, he didn't even have a map out. Did he even have a map...? At this point, thoughts were moving in and out of his head at random. Maybe it was better he wasn't considered "ninja" yet.
By virtue of his navigation or not, he happened upon a small reservoir; a sort of semi-stagnant pool of water that was lightly fed by a small river from upstream, and opened into a larger tributary on the other end. When one end was larger than the other and the pool was still somewhat filled....
Jagi's eyes opened a bit. It was a spring.
His realization came only a fraction of a second before the means of his happening-upon this place: that is, he fell in. Or, more precisely, on. His own powers of inner-energy control were developing....perhaps not hugely, but at least interestingly. He was able to use what, in a ninja's arsenal, would be called the Supernatural Walking Practice. And it didn't even drain him. He had tried once. He stood at a ninety-degree angle on a tree branch for an entire day. He was able to do it, and it tired him not in the least.
It saved him not from his fate, however. It was his fault that he stepped onto nothing thinking there would be ground there. He was just absentminded, and now all his things were soaked because of it.
Jagi gathered his bearings, and knelt on the surface of the water, springing up into a jump onto a nearby tree. He quickly removed the articles on his person, hanging them up on the smaller branches to dry. He hoped at least that they wouldn't take too long to dry. The water was comparatively warm, to his body. Was "tepid" the word?
...But, he didn't feel like sitting or standing exposed, as such, on tree bark. Simply for his own sake. Jagi, after all, had felt the compacted silt at the edge of the reservoir as he got out; he grabbed an already-damp towel to lay across his legs. It would make for a good enough seat, as he could keep his head (and only that) above the surface when he submerged himself. He got caught up in his surroundings again, as was so common for him: the swaying, vibrantly-green boughs of slightly waxy foliage around him, the individual blades that tickled his soles as he made his way leisurely into this water; and the water itself, its entirety showing no bit of turbidity; why, he could see some small bottom-feeders hangin' out at the bottom of this pool, even straight across from it.
So he sat. Some would say "this is the life". This was his only life, though. Perhaps he didn't enjoy these moments as thoroughly as others might at times, but he was also perfectly content. A faint smile crept across his relaxed face, his breathing barely keeping his countenance afloat.
That's why he wasn't exactly heading closer. To be truthful, he didn't even have a map out. Did he even have a map...? At this point, thoughts were moving in and out of his head at random. Maybe it was better he wasn't considered "ninja" yet.
By virtue of his navigation or not, he happened upon a small reservoir; a sort of semi-stagnant pool of water that was lightly fed by a small river from upstream, and opened into a larger tributary on the other end. When one end was larger than the other and the pool was still somewhat filled....
Jagi's eyes opened a bit. It was a spring.
His realization came only a fraction of a second before the means of his happening-upon this place: that is, he fell in. Or, more precisely, on. His own powers of inner-energy control were developing....perhaps not hugely, but at least interestingly. He was able to use what, in a ninja's arsenal, would be called the Supernatural Walking Practice. And it didn't even drain him. He had tried once. He stood at a ninety-degree angle on a tree branch for an entire day. He was able to do it, and it tired him not in the least.
It saved him not from his fate, however. It was his fault that he stepped onto nothing thinking there would be ground there. He was just absentminded, and now all his things were soaked because of it.
Jagi gathered his bearings, and knelt on the surface of the water, springing up into a jump onto a nearby tree. He quickly removed the articles on his person, hanging them up on the smaller branches to dry. He hoped at least that they wouldn't take too long to dry. The water was comparatively warm, to his body. Was "tepid" the word?
...But, he didn't feel like sitting or standing exposed, as such, on tree bark. Simply for his own sake. Jagi, after all, had felt the compacted silt at the edge of the reservoir as he got out; he grabbed an already-damp towel to lay across his legs. It would make for a good enough seat, as he could keep his head (and only that) above the surface when he submerged himself. He got caught up in his surroundings again, as was so common for him: the swaying, vibrantly-green boughs of slightly waxy foliage around him, the individual blades that tickled his soles as he made his way leisurely into this water; and the water itself, its entirety showing no bit of turbidity; why, he could see some small bottom-feeders hangin' out at the bottom of this pool, even straight across from it.
So he sat. Some would say "this is the life". This was his only life, though. Perhaps he didn't enjoy these moments as thoroughly as others might at times, but he was also perfectly content. A faint smile crept across his relaxed face, his breathing barely keeping his countenance afloat.
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