1 Reminscing on the Past and Preparing the Future ['Team Karumo' only] Wed Mar 08, 2017 5:10 pm
Karumo
D-rank
The university was a... sore sight? It'd been so long since he'd visited it, since he was headmaster and had his own floor and squads to train and teach. Back then, he wasn't even Captain of the Oracles much less Tsuchikage, and he couldn't care for any of it at any time. Dressed as he was for missions, a black long sleeve shirt and black pants, black sandals as well, with his old grey ANBU armor on as well. The forehead protector with the village symbol was on his forehead, pushing some of his hair up and away and his purple eyes traced his environment wearily, keeping an eye on everything. He felt more comfortable this way, less official, he'd left his mask and carried his pouch with ninja tools at his waist, and on his right thigh, two more pouches with kunai, ready and easy to draw.
He made his way onto the campus of Diamond Heights University, keeping too himself, some heads turning here and there to point him out and wave or greet him. It was far more tiring than he would ever let it on to be, carefully calculated smiles and greetings in response, collecting a variety of names from these people within his village. That list was growing to a level he couldn't hardly keep up with, so many one off greetings and short introductions that he realistically couldn't keep up with them.
When on campus, he was greeted by a secretary he'd long once forgotten, the woman still working there, he carried on a short conversation and greeted her, she'd mentioned that they made use of his office for the new headmaster but they could find a space for him but he declined. He actually came for a totally different reason, to head down to the basement floor, to Akira-sensei's floor, closed up and untouched for so long. She seemed a bit, shocked? That Karumo wouldn't want to return to his own amenities, but he had a reason, he needed Lord Akira's dojo for now, and gave the secretary a directive to send anyone who came for him down to the dojo. Well, not just anyone but those people whom he was waiting on.
Without further adieu, he waved off the long friend after their short conversation and headed to a door off to the side, a stairwell that wrapped up and down. Taking the way down to the basement floor, two stories before finding the door inward. Opening a door to reveal a hallway that looked untouched in months, dust was piling up and a few of the light bulbs were out. It was much more dim than he ever remembered it, hating the architecture and the marble columns. The fountains, it was all so much more regal and fancy than he cared for, not able to help himself but chuckle a bit as he made his way down. Only able to describe it's halls as the very incarnation of Akira's style, theatrical. He made his way down to the end of the hall and pushed aside a sliding door and the atmosphere changed completely, a dark and dusty dojo, to stories with all the decoration still around the room.
He walked in, not dirty enough that his steps would kick up dirt, but enough that he could feel the air stiller within, a little heavier. He looked around the room, the wooden bokken still on the wall and other ceremonial weapons, on the other side, some flags and banners as decoration and training dummies and targets lined up. Karumo approached a target and wiped some of the dust off, feeling it between his fingers before slapping it off onto his pants to clean his hand. He looked around, natural light filled the room but it wasn't bright enough, various pillars lined the wall above the room, remember them as places to hang banners for spars between clans and other little events.
Karumo walked back to the door, and closed it, letting it slide into place and shut with a small thud. Leaving him in the traditional style dojo room and shut off from the random marble architecture outside. He jumped up to the second floor of the dojo, knowing that there was no floor he opted for one of the wooden beams that would hold banners, empty, jostling some more dirt off of it as he sat down and crossed his legs, letting his back rest against the wall. He closed his eyes and leaned back a bit, remaining perfectly still on that beam, he was waiting for a new squad here, Team Karumo or those he'd chosen to train, for a variety of reasons. He never found himself avoiding taking a squad, and as Lord Akira had continued to train students in his time as Tscuhcikage, so did Karumo continue that tradition.
Still, remaining perched above the dojo, he knew that whenever they arrived they'd be met by each other or emptiness. Karumo would be easily noticeable if they ended up looking for him, but he was several feet above the frame of the door, it'd take a bit of effort on their part to find him. So, with his legs crossed and his arms crossed across his chest, Karumo found his eyes closed and he was... meditating. That was it, definitely not sleeping, just relaxing and clearing his mind a bit, thinking about what to say whenever it came to it.
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He made his way onto the campus of Diamond Heights University, keeping too himself, some heads turning here and there to point him out and wave or greet him. It was far more tiring than he would ever let it on to be, carefully calculated smiles and greetings in response, collecting a variety of names from these people within his village. That list was growing to a level he couldn't hardly keep up with, so many one off greetings and short introductions that he realistically couldn't keep up with them.
When on campus, he was greeted by a secretary he'd long once forgotten, the woman still working there, he carried on a short conversation and greeted her, she'd mentioned that they made use of his office for the new headmaster but they could find a space for him but he declined. He actually came for a totally different reason, to head down to the basement floor, to Akira-sensei's floor, closed up and untouched for so long. She seemed a bit, shocked? That Karumo wouldn't want to return to his own amenities, but he had a reason, he needed Lord Akira's dojo for now, and gave the secretary a directive to send anyone who came for him down to the dojo. Well, not just anyone but those people whom he was waiting on.
- Akira's Floor:
- http://www.narutosaga.com/t14537-kazako-akira-s-floor
Without further adieu, he waved off the long friend after their short conversation and headed to a door off to the side, a stairwell that wrapped up and down. Taking the way down to the basement floor, two stories before finding the door inward. Opening a door to reveal a hallway that looked untouched in months, dust was piling up and a few of the light bulbs were out. It was much more dim than he ever remembered it, hating the architecture and the marble columns. The fountains, it was all so much more regal and fancy than he cared for, not able to help himself but chuckle a bit as he made his way down. Only able to describe it's halls as the very incarnation of Akira's style, theatrical. He made his way down to the end of the hall and pushed aside a sliding door and the atmosphere changed completely, a dark and dusty dojo, to stories with all the decoration still around the room.
He walked in, not dirty enough that his steps would kick up dirt, but enough that he could feel the air stiller within, a little heavier. He looked around the room, the wooden bokken still on the wall and other ceremonial weapons, on the other side, some flags and banners as decoration and training dummies and targets lined up. Karumo approached a target and wiped some of the dust off, feeling it between his fingers before slapping it off onto his pants to clean his hand. He looked around, natural light filled the room but it wasn't bright enough, various pillars lined the wall above the room, remember them as places to hang banners for spars between clans and other little events.
Karumo walked back to the door, and closed it, letting it slide into place and shut with a small thud. Leaving him in the traditional style dojo room and shut off from the random marble architecture outside. He jumped up to the second floor of the dojo, knowing that there was no floor he opted for one of the wooden beams that would hold banners, empty, jostling some more dirt off of it as he sat down and crossed his legs, letting his back rest against the wall. He closed his eyes and leaned back a bit, remaining perfectly still on that beam, he was waiting for a new squad here, Team Karumo or those he'd chosen to train, for a variety of reasons. He never found himself avoiding taking a squad, and as Lord Akira had continued to train students in his time as Tscuhcikage, so did Karumo continue that tradition.
Still, remaining perched above the dojo, he knew that whenever they arrived they'd be met by each other or emptiness. Karumo would be easily noticeable if they ended up looking for him, but he was several feet above the frame of the door, it'd take a bit of effort on their part to find him. So, with his legs crossed and his arms crossed across his chest, Karumo found his eyes closed and he was... meditating. That was it, definitely not sleeping, just relaxing and clearing his mind a bit, thinking about what to say whenever it came to it.
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