1 Maintaining Sharpness (Open) Sun May 05, 2013 7:25 pm
Ejj
D-rank
The waters of Kirigakure was slightly warm today. Ejj lazily floated in the calm waters that encircled the dock-village, hidden in the mist. The shinobi's hands were intertwined behind his head as he relaxed against the bob of the water. Matching his natural mattress, the sky was a light blue. Occasionally, he saw a cloud pass by, riding winds at speeds he probably wouldn't be able to stand. The sun, standing high for noon hour, beat down on his nearly-bare body, only a pair of swimming trunks separating his entire visage from the sun. The water acted as a catalyst for the sun's rays, increasing the potency of it, but Ejj wasn't concerned. His body was used to having some form of assault being tested against it.
His eyelids grew heavy in the luxurious corporeal atmosphere, and he was ashamed to say he let his guard down in the open as his body began the sleep process. It was only the sound of his stomach suddenly erupting in a chorus of pleas for nourishment that brought him back to the Waking World, in which he immediately switched his stance in the water so he could swim back to the nearest dock. Climbing up the wooden frame, he grabbed the towel he had set earlier for this such a purpose and began to dry himself off. When that failed to sufficiently perform the task, he opened his chakra vents and executed a very quick, weak variant of his kekkai genkai's base ability to part the water particles from his body. Sliding on the torso part of his usual Disciple outfit, Ejj followed suit with his pants over the now-dry shorts, strapping his kunai holster to his left leg with a length of ribbon. When he was once more respectable as a soldier of Life and Death, he took toward the nearest source of food he could think of -- his backyard.
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Ejj lived in a small hut on one of the outskirt docks toward the south of the village. In his backyard, a small pond that was fed into by the main river and led back out by circling around the hut, brought fish into a small pond that would grow too big to fit back through the stream opening and get caught in Ejj's trap. It was also excellent accuracy practice, for it taught Ejj the principles of light refraction. Standing on the edge of the bank, he stared into the crystal clear water with muddy eyes. He was conflicted on which to choose. They all looked so delicious to the young man, and he would gladly attempt to devour every single one if he was given the choice. To some, this may seem a bold conquest, for there were numerous fish in the enclove, and they were clearly belligerant. Reaching into his kunai pouch, he withdrew one with two fingers.
Setting his sights on a large, yellow-tailed panfish that just begged to be... fished... for his pan. Shaking his head to clear it of the foolishness that had just somehow occured, he took aim and snapped his wrist, flinging the projectile toward his potential dinner. There was a dull slapping sound as it struck the water, and then an explosion of mud made it too difficult to see what had happened. Waiting patiently, Ejj whistled a tune as the opacity faded. Once it had, a large grin spread across his face. Success. But, Ejj had only missed the first three times he tried, and he had been living here for a few months. Reaching into the water, he grabbed the kunai with the fish impaled onto it and hauled it out of the water, the thin substance spilling down into the pool with a victory tinkle.
Walking over to his cooking table, he started a small fire with a lighter beneath a frying pan, onto which he promptly placed the fish, popping it off his kunai before flinging it back into the water. He didn't know it, but later on, when he went to retrieve it, he would find he had speared himself another fish. Sitting on a stool, he seasoned the fish, chopped an onion and added that onto the pan, as well as various other random dishes he had scooped out of his fridge earlier. When the meat was a satisfactory color, he blew out the flame and dug into it with his bare fingers, too hungry to care about utensils. It burned, but he didn't care. It was greasy and slid down his arms, but he didn't care. It was too damn good. When he had finished (which included picking the bones with his teeth for anything that remained, scraping remnants from the place with a finger into an eagerly-awaiting mouth), he placed it on the table and leaned back into his chair.
Now he had to find something to do.
His eyelids grew heavy in the luxurious corporeal atmosphere, and he was ashamed to say he let his guard down in the open as his body began the sleep process. It was only the sound of his stomach suddenly erupting in a chorus of pleas for nourishment that brought him back to the Waking World, in which he immediately switched his stance in the water so he could swim back to the nearest dock. Climbing up the wooden frame, he grabbed the towel he had set earlier for this such a purpose and began to dry himself off. When that failed to sufficiently perform the task, he opened his chakra vents and executed a very quick, weak variant of his kekkai genkai's base ability to part the water particles from his body. Sliding on the torso part of his usual Disciple outfit, Ejj followed suit with his pants over the now-dry shorts, strapping his kunai holster to his left leg with a length of ribbon. When he was once more respectable as a soldier of Life and Death, he took toward the nearest source of food he could think of -- his backyard.
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Ejj lived in a small hut on one of the outskirt docks toward the south of the village. In his backyard, a small pond that was fed into by the main river and led back out by circling around the hut, brought fish into a small pond that would grow too big to fit back through the stream opening and get caught in Ejj's trap. It was also excellent accuracy practice, for it taught Ejj the principles of light refraction. Standing on the edge of the bank, he stared into the crystal clear water with muddy eyes. He was conflicted on which to choose. They all looked so delicious to the young man, and he would gladly attempt to devour every single one if he was given the choice. To some, this may seem a bold conquest, for there were numerous fish in the enclove, and they were clearly belligerant. Reaching into his kunai pouch, he withdrew one with two fingers.
Setting his sights on a large, yellow-tailed panfish that just begged to be... fished... for his pan. Shaking his head to clear it of the foolishness that had just somehow occured, he took aim and snapped his wrist, flinging the projectile toward his potential dinner. There was a dull slapping sound as it struck the water, and then an explosion of mud made it too difficult to see what had happened. Waiting patiently, Ejj whistled a tune as the opacity faded. Once it had, a large grin spread across his face. Success. But, Ejj had only missed the first three times he tried, and he had been living here for a few months. Reaching into the water, he grabbed the kunai with the fish impaled onto it and hauled it out of the water, the thin substance spilling down into the pool with a victory tinkle.
Walking over to his cooking table, he started a small fire with a lighter beneath a frying pan, onto which he promptly placed the fish, popping it off his kunai before flinging it back into the water. He didn't know it, but later on, when he went to retrieve it, he would find he had speared himself another fish. Sitting on a stool, he seasoned the fish, chopped an onion and added that onto the pan, as well as various other random dishes he had scooped out of his fridge earlier. When the meat was a satisfactory color, he blew out the flame and dug into it with his bare fingers, too hungry to care about utensils. It burned, but he didn't care. It was greasy and slid down his arms, but he didn't care. It was too damn good. When he had finished (which included picking the bones with his teeth for anything that remained, scraping remnants from the place with a finger into an eagerly-awaiting mouth), he placed it on the table and leaned back into his chair.
Now he had to find something to do.