1 A Brief Meeting [Invite Only] Tue Apr 16, 2019 5:39 pm
Kyousuke
C-rank
The new morning sun showered down Kumogakure no Sato with its blinding golden rays. Already, beads of cold sweat ran down the toned body of the young swordsman. Freshly cut blades of grass glided across an open field carried by a gentle breeze. Again... and again... and again, the faint sounds of a blade cutting across the wind would echo throughout the surrounding area. In the field of grass was a patch of grass which easily stood out from the rest. The field was laid with a bed of six foot tall grass, except for a particular area which saw the grass cut down to about a hips’ length. A black silhouette danced through the field with precise and graceful movements, every stroke of his twin blades resulted in bundles of green being swept by the coming winds replacing the red streaks of blood which usually came along with the stroke of a sword. The young swordsman was efficient, wasting not a single movement; it was a captivating sight to behold for any who knew their way around a sword. Within minutes, the once towering field of grass had been trimmed down to a more visually pleasing sight. The Sasaki heir had been working to trim untamed grasslands that had begun to serve as residence for wild animals. Usually, the young swordsman would have been unenthusiastic with the thought of accomplishing another mission that was simply glorified housework, but the chore given to him was perfect for what the golden eyed shinobi sought out. With the recent event of his arrival in Kumogakure no sato, majority of Kyousuke’s time had been spent on reacclimating himself to the system of shinobi within the village and tending to his responsibilities as the clan’s next in line. It felt like a century had passed since the Sasaki had been left to his own vices. Luckily, his recent mission assignment was one that offered him a great, albeit, brief relaxation. While it would seem like simple manual labor for the eyes of many, there was nothing else in the world that offered the young swordsman more joy than the opportunity to freely cut something up with his two swords. The shining silver edge of his twin blades faded into their black wooden scabbard; The Sasaki glistened with beads of cold sweat pouring down his body. Time had run its course, passing with the young swordsman not even realizing a minute go by, he looked to the now sunny sky. Having started, long before the sun gave its first light, his body now suddenly realized how long he had been working. As if seeking a reward for the tremendous work that he had put up, his stomach began to growl in hunger as he stood in the empty field of grass. |
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