1 Withering away (open) Fri Aug 03, 2012 9:33 am
Hiragana
D-rank
Hira stood atop a hill looking over the mist village, his knews up with is arms placed on them. He was in a completly empty clearing other than the tree that was just a foot to his left. He drew his sword and jabbed it violently into the tree, much farther than he needed to. When he relaxed his grip the sword stayed motionless in the tree. He pulled out his water bottle and was about to take a drink but stopped when the bottle was close to his lips. For once he wasnt in the mood for water, he dumped the water out of the bottle then returned the now empty bottle to his waist. He said nothing as was the way he was when he got depressed. He reached over as if to retrieve his sword but instead grabbed the blade of it and without removing it from the tree slid his hand down the blade causing a cut on his hand to form that stated to bleed. He held out his hand in front of him and allowed the blood to drip slowly from his hand to the ground.