1 Challenging the Sannin Sennin (Training/Sousetsu/No kill) Mon Sep 02, 2013 6:14 pm
Mitsuo
S-rank
Sarutobi, Mitsuo looked up into the cloudy sky and smiled softly. He wasn’t used to seeing the rain in the skies of Konohagakure no Kato, nor was he upset to see it. He loved the rain, there was something very romantic about it and it always made him feel at home. He was practicing something that he really hated doing, sitting perfectly still and gathering his nature chakra. He was the last Chita Sennin, the Cheetah Sage, and he was determined to unlock his full sage mode. He had invited one of the Sannin of his village, Senju, Sousetsu, to come and train with him. He was a member of the prestigious Senju clan, one of the founder clans of the village and some of the most powerful shinobi who had ever lived. Mitsuo had the deepest respect for Sousetsu, and had been looking forward to training with him for a long time. He had been training extensively in all aspects of his combat styles and he wanted to make sure he was able to advance his Senjutsu at the same rank.
He came out to the dock because it was a place where he knew he could find peace and quiet, most fishermen not being out when it was raining as it was today. He would be able to focus perfectly on what he was doing. He had Seijin no Ken lying across his lap, his sword that he had inherited from his kenjutsu master. It hummed with futon energy in his touch and the cold feel of the steel resting on him made him feel more at home. His chainmail shirt was glistening from the rain, beads of water dripping from several individual links in the armour. It was dripping onto the sheath of his blade, running its way down and dripping onto the ground, pooling between his legs, and through the cracks of the dock. His bracers were hidden underneath of a cloak, not wishing to get the leather wet, and his gauntlets were dark, the brown leather looking almost black from the rain. The Sarutobi sash was soaked, turning it’s white to look grey and the grey of the symbol to look nearly black. He was smiling his trademark smile, moving his hands to unconsciously push his glasses up his nose, even though he didn’t need to thanks to the string he had attached to them when he was in Sunagakure no Sato to stop them from sliding down during the Chuunin Exams. He stroked his wet short beard, droplets of water falling out of it as he did.
Mitsuo sat perfectly still, feeling the nature chakra being added to his own. He could feel the effects of it, calming him but also causing him to lose his focus on other things, needing to focus completely on balancing the chakra properly. He knew that this was dangerous and didn’t try for too long, exhaling and sighing softly when he realised that he wasn’t going to get it any time soon. He stood up and pulled out his blade, cutting the water in front of him because he felt like it, the smoke rising of the blade obscuring the gleam as it did. He was the Sword Saint of Konoha, the Head of the Sarutobi Clan, and the Chita Sennin, and he was ready for a good fight today. He watched the opening near the dock to see if Sousetsu would approach, eagerly awating testing his skills against one of the village’s Sannin.
(592/2500 Blade of Wind)
He came out to the dock because it was a place where he knew he could find peace and quiet, most fishermen not being out when it was raining as it was today. He would be able to focus perfectly on what he was doing. He had Seijin no Ken lying across his lap, his sword that he had inherited from his kenjutsu master. It hummed with futon energy in his touch and the cold feel of the steel resting on him made him feel more at home. His chainmail shirt was glistening from the rain, beads of water dripping from several individual links in the armour. It was dripping onto the sheath of his blade, running its way down and dripping onto the ground, pooling between his legs, and through the cracks of the dock. His bracers were hidden underneath of a cloak, not wishing to get the leather wet, and his gauntlets were dark, the brown leather looking almost black from the rain. The Sarutobi sash was soaked, turning it’s white to look grey and the grey of the symbol to look nearly black. He was smiling his trademark smile, moving his hands to unconsciously push his glasses up his nose, even though he didn’t need to thanks to the string he had attached to them when he was in Sunagakure no Sato to stop them from sliding down during the Chuunin Exams. He stroked his wet short beard, droplets of water falling out of it as he did.
Mitsuo sat perfectly still, feeling the nature chakra being added to his own. He could feel the effects of it, calming him but also causing him to lose his focus on other things, needing to focus completely on balancing the chakra properly. He knew that this was dangerous and didn’t try for too long, exhaling and sighing softly when he realised that he wasn’t going to get it any time soon. He stood up and pulled out his blade, cutting the water in front of him because he felt like it, the smoke rising of the blade obscuring the gleam as it did. He was the Sword Saint of Konoha, the Head of the Sarutobi Clan, and the Chita Sennin, and he was ready for a good fight today. He watched the opening near the dock to see if Sousetsu would approach, eagerly awating testing his skills against one of the village’s Sannin.
(592/2500 Blade of Wind)
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