1 The mind is a work of art (Training/Closed) Mon Feb 25, 2013 5:26 pm
Kosuke
D-rank
An enormous amount of dust ruptured from the ceiling of an old underground burial house as the sound of footsteps echoed across the small room. The stream of dust collapsed onto the head of a spiky brown-haired boy, who sat in front of four lit candles with his legs crossed. Around him was several papers of drawing transcripts, human-being bones, and skulls. The boy ignored the terrifying surrounding around him as he continued to meditate in peace; By keeping his eyes closed, and humming to himself while slowing his heart rate down.
Silence. It lasted in the room for several more minutes until a few more people walked into the room that was on top of the underground burial house causing another enormous stream of dust to rupture from the ceiling. This time- the dust had landed on the candles, extinguishing the flames. The boy opened his eyelids and screamed out loud as he noticed that the candle lights were gone because he seen the shine of the light disappear from his eyelids. While continuing to scream, He stood up onto his feet. The boy wiped the dust stains from the back of his dark blue pants, and reached down to collect his transcripts, and his white t-shirt. He turned around to walk up the dusty stairs that were filled with cob-webs.
"Kosuke! Where are you going?"
The custodian screamed as she sat at her desk, and watched Kosuke bolt out of the sliding doors. The lady didn't want to clean up another mess that a wreck less shinobi made. All of it was becoming tiresome. "Eh! Come back here an clean up that disgusting dirt!" said the custodian. Kosuke knew he left a trail of dust on the office carpet, but he was too enraged to think of it; At the time, the only thing on his mind was to travel towards the Training Grounds, where he could train his transcripts instead. As Kosuke darted down the village paths, Citizens of Iwagakure moved out of his way with a disgust expression on their face; They didn't want any of the dirt coated on Kosuke's bare chest to stain their clothes.
Birds chirped a beautiful melody on the trees nearby a river in the Iwagakure training grounds. A light breeze swept through the village, colliding with the sweaty skin of the large amount of children in the Training Grounds. The gust of wind blew the small amount of leaves from out their trees and onto Kosuke, who had been near the river, throwing water onto himself. After a few minutes of rinsing his skin, he stepped out of the water and equipped his white t-shirt back onto his upper torso. The t-shirt had smelled bad, and was drenched in sweat from the intense heats in the underground burial house.
Kosuke yawned, and turned around to scan the the field for a training partner; The only thing in sight was children. Kosuke shrugged at the training ground as he glanced at the transcripts on the ground. Guess I'm going to learn a few drawings today Kosuke reached down to grab the first paper he seen. "Ugh this animal is going to be a piece of cake," said Kosuke as he unattached his drawing scroll from his waist, and rolled it out to make the canvas visible. The boy grabbed the paintbrush from in-between the crease of the two papers, and began to try to copy the transcript.
Word Count: 578/2,250
Silence. It lasted in the room for several more minutes until a few more people walked into the room that was on top of the underground burial house causing another enormous stream of dust to rupture from the ceiling. This time- the dust had landed on the candles, extinguishing the flames. The boy opened his eyelids and screamed out loud as he noticed that the candle lights were gone because he seen the shine of the light disappear from his eyelids. While continuing to scream, He stood up onto his feet. The boy wiped the dust stains from the back of his dark blue pants, and reached down to collect his transcripts, and his white t-shirt. He turned around to walk up the dusty stairs that were filled with cob-webs.
"Kosuke! Where are you going?"
The custodian screamed as she sat at her desk, and watched Kosuke bolt out of the sliding doors. The lady didn't want to clean up another mess that a wreck less shinobi made. All of it was becoming tiresome. "Eh! Come back here an clean up that disgusting dirt!" said the custodian. Kosuke knew he left a trail of dust on the office carpet, but he was too enraged to think of it; At the time, the only thing on his mind was to travel towards the Training Grounds, where he could train his transcripts instead. As Kosuke darted down the village paths, Citizens of Iwagakure moved out of his way with a disgust expression on their face; They didn't want any of the dirt coated on Kosuke's bare chest to stain their clothes.
Birds chirped a beautiful melody on the trees nearby a river in the Iwagakure training grounds. A light breeze swept through the village, colliding with the sweaty skin of the large amount of children in the Training Grounds. The gust of wind blew the small amount of leaves from out their trees and onto Kosuke, who had been near the river, throwing water onto himself. After a few minutes of rinsing his skin, he stepped out of the water and equipped his white t-shirt back onto his upper torso. The t-shirt had smelled bad, and was drenched in sweat from the intense heats in the underground burial house.
Kosuke yawned, and turned around to scan the the field for a training partner; The only thing in sight was children. Kosuke shrugged at the training ground as he glanced at the transcripts on the ground. Guess I'm going to learn a few drawings today Kosuke reached down to grab the first paper he seen. "Ugh this animal is going to be a piece of cake," said Kosuke as he unattached his drawing scroll from his waist, and rolled it out to make the canvas visible. The boy grabbed the paintbrush from in-between the crease of the two papers, and began to try to copy the transcript.
Word Count: 578/2,250