1 Senju among the mist[Mokuzai/Chigetsu] Fri Feb 16, 2018 2:21 am
Mikumi Senju
A-rank
Mokuzai was walking slowly towards a quiet spot hidden between a trio of trees in the training grounds of Kumogakure, during the duration of his stay in the village it was the equivalent of a safe haven where he could get away from the intense rivalry of all the genin aiming to prove them self and become the one who rises up to chunin rank. Of course Mokuzai was also aiming for that spot but he decided he would use this opportunity to step back and reflect through meditation.
After no more then a few minutes Mokuzai started thinking about the blade his father left behind as a present to him when he got older, it wasn't a especially good blade in matter of fact it was especially low quality but it wasn't how good the blade look that made him think about it. No rather it was the memory of when he was younger as he watched his father swing the blade hours at a time and each time he got a little better, Mokuzai then envisioned himself swinging the blade right alongside his father making it up in his head.
Two hours had passed before Mokuzai had spent all the time imagining how things would have been had his father survived that mission and was alive today, but Mokuzai sighed to himself as he knew full well his father wasn't coming back but instead he would follow his father's footsteps and learn the path of the blade.
Mokuzai had no plans to die like his father but his mind was set, he would learn the blade not only to honor his father but to also in the hopes to better himself for future conflicts.
Mokuzai doesn't waste any time as he grabs a stick on a ground and pulls out his kunai twirling it around in his hand before he begins to carve out pieces of the wood as he took off one layer then two then three, by the time he had carved out most of the wood he had made the sticks tip into the dull shape of a katana blade.
He then starts swinging it slow and steadily with a keen level of focus as he made sure with every swing he attempted to find the center balance of the katana shaped wooden branch,he kept the same movement up for a half a hour before he needed to take a break. He felt like he had barely even begun to scrape the vert tip of the iceberg when it came to studying the art of the blade.
WC: 438/2000
After no more then a few minutes Mokuzai started thinking about the blade his father left behind as a present to him when he got older, it wasn't a especially good blade in matter of fact it was especially low quality but it wasn't how good the blade look that made him think about it. No rather it was the memory of when he was younger as he watched his father swing the blade hours at a time and each time he got a little better, Mokuzai then envisioned himself swinging the blade right alongside his father making it up in his head.
Two hours had passed before Mokuzai had spent all the time imagining how things would have been had his father survived that mission and was alive today, but Mokuzai sighed to himself as he knew full well his father wasn't coming back but instead he would follow his father's footsteps and learn the path of the blade.
Mokuzai had no plans to die like his father but his mind was set, he would learn the blade not only to honor his father but to also in the hopes to better himself for future conflicts.
Mokuzai doesn't waste any time as he grabs a stick on a ground and pulls out his kunai twirling it around in his hand before he begins to carve out pieces of the wood as he took off one layer then two then three, by the time he had carved out most of the wood he had made the sticks tip into the dull shape of a katana blade.
He then starts swinging it slow and steadily with a keen level of focus as he made sure with every swing he attempted to find the center balance of the katana shaped wooden branch,he kept the same movement up for a half a hour before he needed to take a break. He felt like he had barely even begun to scrape the vert tip of the iceberg when it came to studying the art of the blade.
WC: 438/2000