1 Encounters of the Fourth Wall [Private, Izayoi, NK] Tue Jul 11, 2017 9:49 am
Zinan
D-rank
It was a hot day in the forest. The air hung heavy with no breeze or gentle wind to refresh it. Birds were loathe to chirp, squirrels hid in their hovels, and the larger forest animals laid low in the shade and cool earth, looking for anything to fight against the heat. One forest denizen, however, defied what nature, and his body, told him was sensible. The sounds of wooden impacts thudded into the trees that surrounded a small clearing, just inside the the walls of Konohagakure; it was one of the many training grounds that were tucked away inside the village's interior forest. A man, shrouded in a flowing black cloak, twisted through the air. Flashes of bright red broke the raven facade as the man's tunic was revealed and hidden in his flurried movements.
There were three flashes of light as the man released shuriken mid-flight. The shuriken thudded into three wooden and hay dummies. All three protruded from the dummies' heads. The man finished his twirling flight with a dusty landing, with his right left forward and bent and his left legs straight out to his side. He steadied his landing with his left hand, as it reached out and touched the ground in front of him. His right hand held a tantō, in a reverse grip, behind him.
Finally, the rest of the man's appearance became visible. He wore full-length pants, which matched his cloak in color. These were strapped down at his ankles with black fabric wrapping. The man's hands were wrapped in the same type of cloth wrapping, concealing all but his fingertips. He was a pale man, whose raven black hair and beady eyes made him seem more gaunt than he truly was.
Zinan straightened his posture and stood. He could feel someone watching him. It was not unusual to be observed while he was training, but normally that was because a higher ranking shinobi was assigned to monitor him. It was not unusual for chūnin or tokubetsu jōnin to be assigned an older genin for mentoring. He had been assigned to a shinobi in the police force for some time, but that assignment had ended a short while ago. Zinan truly wanted to be a chūnin himself, so he would feel less like a failure. The rest of his Academy mates had already been promoted chūnin or even to tokubetsu jōnin, while he was still a genin. This lack of promotion gave his father and elder brother all the fuel they needed to insult Zinan and his abilities.
Zinan scowled. Such negative thoughts would ruin his day. He slowly turned to observe the tree line. He was off duty today, so no one should have been assigned to him. Yet, here he was, feeling watched. "I know that you are there. You can come out." The genin did not want his observer to believe that his sensory skills were sub-par.
WC: 500
Total WC: 500
There were three flashes of light as the man released shuriken mid-flight. The shuriken thudded into three wooden and hay dummies. All three protruded from the dummies' heads. The man finished his twirling flight with a dusty landing, with his right left forward and bent and his left legs straight out to his side. He steadied his landing with his left hand, as it reached out and touched the ground in front of him. His right hand held a tantō, in a reverse grip, behind him.
Finally, the rest of the man's appearance became visible. He wore full-length pants, which matched his cloak in color. These were strapped down at his ankles with black fabric wrapping. The man's hands were wrapped in the same type of cloth wrapping, concealing all but his fingertips. He was a pale man, whose raven black hair and beady eyes made him seem more gaunt than he truly was.
Zinan straightened his posture and stood. He could feel someone watching him. It was not unusual to be observed while he was training, but normally that was because a higher ranking shinobi was assigned to monitor him. It was not unusual for chūnin or tokubetsu jōnin to be assigned an older genin for mentoring. He had been assigned to a shinobi in the police force for some time, but that assignment had ended a short while ago. Zinan truly wanted to be a chūnin himself, so he would feel less like a failure. The rest of his Academy mates had already been promoted chūnin or even to tokubetsu jōnin, while he was still a genin. This lack of promotion gave his father and elder brother all the fuel they needed to insult Zinan and his abilities.
Zinan scowled. Such negative thoughts would ruin his day. He slowly turned to observe the tree line. He was off duty today, so no one should have been assigned to him. Yet, here he was, feeling watched. "I know that you are there. You can come out." The genin did not want his observer to believe that his sensory skills were sub-par.
WC: 500
Total WC: 500