1 A new journey [Open] Thu Nov 16, 2017 2:49 pm
Zeref Takamaru
D-rank
Zeref looked back at his grandfather who was standing under the old wooden entrance to the dojo and temple ground, with a small wave goodbye Zeref turned his back and headed down the cracked stoned steps into the forest. Although he never ventured any father then the small villages a few miles from the dojo, he knew that if he were to become stronger, and revive the dojo he had to leave, he had to travel to the bigger villages, and make a name for himself.
The sun was just rising its rays peeking through the lush green leaves of the trees, warming the exposed skin of Zeref, the birds of the forest filling the air with their morning melodies giving Zeref a soothing feeling. Zeref had now been walking for roughly an hour, and he knew Konohagakure no Sato (the Hidden Leaf Village) was still half days hike from where he was, but it was the closest major village and the most logical starting point for his quest.
Zeref had a plan, or he had parts to a plan, he knew what he wanted, and he had a few ideas how to obtain his goals. First; He would go to Konohagaure and take on what ever missions and quests he could, while on these missions he will use the sword style of his dojo, Battōjutsu (drawing blade technique). With enough missions completed he was hoping he would catch the eyes of people in the village, and begin to spread the word of grandfathers dojo, and at the same time while he made a name for himself, and his grandfathers teachings, he would also spread the name of his clan. After he made enough noise in Konohagaure he would travel to the next closest village, and continue to hop from village to village.
Zeref smirked and chuckled at himself as he replayed the fantasy of people from every village whispering of Battōjutsu and his clan. Zeref was so caught up in his dream, that he ended up tripping on a tree root, and tumbled down a hill towards a small creek. "Shit, shit, shit, shit" With a finally tumble, and a splash Zeref landed in the cold waters of the shallow creek. his clothes now soaked, Zeref sat up right running his hand through his wet hair, slicking it back with a sigh.
Zeref stood up, the water depth only coming to about his mid calf, he walked to the bank. Climbing from the creek he took off his jacket hanging it on a near by tree branch, before laying down in the soft grass allowing the sun to begin drying him off.
Post word count - 448.
Thread Word count - 448
The sun was just rising its rays peeking through the lush green leaves of the trees, warming the exposed skin of Zeref, the birds of the forest filling the air with their morning melodies giving Zeref a soothing feeling. Zeref had now been walking for roughly an hour, and he knew Konohagakure no Sato (the Hidden Leaf Village) was still half days hike from where he was, but it was the closest major village and the most logical starting point for his quest.
Zeref had a plan, or he had parts to a plan, he knew what he wanted, and he had a few ideas how to obtain his goals. First; He would go to Konohagaure and take on what ever missions and quests he could, while on these missions he will use the sword style of his dojo, Battōjutsu (drawing blade technique). With enough missions completed he was hoping he would catch the eyes of people in the village, and begin to spread the word of grandfathers dojo, and at the same time while he made a name for himself, and his grandfathers teachings, he would also spread the name of his clan. After he made enough noise in Konohagaure he would travel to the next closest village, and continue to hop from village to village.
Zeref smirked and chuckled at himself as he replayed the fantasy of people from every village whispering of Battōjutsu and his clan. Zeref was so caught up in his dream, that he ended up tripping on a tree root, and tumbled down a hill towards a small creek. "Shit, shit, shit, shit" With a finally tumble, and a splash Zeref landed in the cold waters of the shallow creek. his clothes now soaked, Zeref sat up right running his hand through his wet hair, slicking it back with a sigh.
Zeref stood up, the water depth only coming to about his mid calf, he walked to the bank. Climbing from the creek he took off his jacket hanging it on a near by tree branch, before laying down in the soft grass allowing the sun to begin drying him off.
Post word count - 448.
Thread Word count - 448
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