1 Just a midnight stroll (NK/invite only) Wed Jan 17, 2018 1:45 am
Kejido
D-rank
Kejido was rather tired after a day of mandatory training he had been ordered to undertake. A lot of running around his clans compound along with an obstacle course designed for shinobi. It was tough work and his muscles felt heavy still. However he wasn't about to mark his track record with a disobeyed order however simple minded it may be. Still he held some mild resentment for it. He needed to get out of the clan compound and go for a walk to clear his head. Holding onto resentment wasn't doing him any good anyway as it was keeping him awake. Still he would shower away the sweat and grime as well as a lot of tension in his muscles. A lavender scented soap marking him as an easy scent to pick up on. He didn't care much though as he didn't have an sparring planned. Having such a notable scent was just nice to have for him. He liked to smell good. Still he had decided to walk out of his house and compound around the middle of the night when the streets were empty so long as he avoided the bar. The full moon out was nice for lighting up the parts of the town without street lights.
He had chosen to wear his specialist uniform. It only had the one white stripe over his left breast but it was enough to indicate his rank. His uniform was pressed firmly with clean creases. Black in color with red shoulder pads and red stripes around his neck and wrists. A row of four copper buttons on each side of his shirt all buttoned up. His slacks were held up by a white belt with a copper seal with his clans symbol on it. Polished black boots and white gloves finished off the look. For some odd reason though he had a kunai in a white sheath on his left hip as if there for decorative purposes. Only the hilt sticking out. Of course he had three senbon up each sleeve but those were hidden. His headband was stitched into his left shoulder carefully marking him as an Iwa nin. In his uniform and with his posture he appeared to be very regal. Straight backed with a solid stride. Still it was peaceful enough that he was only keeping the weapons on him as a trained habit of remaining prepared for any situation.
His walk had taken him to the great stone bridge after only about a half hour. It was nice and cold there as spring was still just right around the corner. He didn't mind the seclusion as his shoes clicked against the stone as the only sound besides rushing water. He would walk halfway across the length of the bridge before stopping. His white gloved hands placed upon the edge of the bridge to lean on it as he looked out. The river was designed to run through the village and provide all of it with fresh water as needed. As such he was at a high point over half the village. Dozens of lights beneath and notable locations like the arena. The location that held one of his dreams. The monoliths were named there. Positions that were open and waiting for capable fighters. He knew of Harichimo as one of them and the man was a celebrity recognized through out the village. He wanted to be the same. He wanted everyone to know his name too. If this required that he went to these mandatory training sessions in the meantime so be it. Still he would sigh and roll his neck. It sure was a pain though.
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He had chosen to wear his specialist uniform. It only had the one white stripe over his left breast but it was enough to indicate his rank. His uniform was pressed firmly with clean creases. Black in color with red shoulder pads and red stripes around his neck and wrists. A row of four copper buttons on each side of his shirt all buttoned up. His slacks were held up by a white belt with a copper seal with his clans symbol on it. Polished black boots and white gloves finished off the look. For some odd reason though he had a kunai in a white sheath on his left hip as if there for decorative purposes. Only the hilt sticking out. Of course he had three senbon up each sleeve but those were hidden. His headband was stitched into his left shoulder carefully marking him as an Iwa nin. In his uniform and with his posture he appeared to be very regal. Straight backed with a solid stride. Still it was peaceful enough that he was only keeping the weapons on him as a trained habit of remaining prepared for any situation.
His walk had taken him to the great stone bridge after only about a half hour. It was nice and cold there as spring was still just right around the corner. He didn't mind the seclusion as his shoes clicked against the stone as the only sound besides rushing water. He would walk halfway across the length of the bridge before stopping. His white gloved hands placed upon the edge of the bridge to lean on it as he looked out. The river was designed to run through the village and provide all of it with fresh water as needed. As such he was at a high point over half the village. Dozens of lights beneath and notable locations like the arena. The location that held one of his dreams. The monoliths were named there. Positions that were open and waiting for capable fighters. He knew of Harichimo as one of them and the man was a celebrity recognized through out the village. He wanted to be the same. He wanted everyone to know his name too. If this required that he went to these mandatory training sessions in the meantime so be it. Still he would sigh and roll his neck. It sure was a pain though.
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