1 Swimming with Sharks [Sparring/ Dunk/ No Kill] Tue Nov 26, 2013 10:15 pm
Shishio Makoto
D-rank
A crisp ocean breeze swept over the pier gingerly brushing the thick dreadlocks from the side of the young man’s face that sat on the wooden deck with a handmade fishing rod that he had carved from a sapling last spring. In the distance seagulls could be heard squawking and calling out to one another, there was a particular seagull, with a large black spot on its white breast that had made a buoy its roost for the moment that Ken’ichi had affectionately named Ginji and watched it curiously without speaking.
Kaguya Ken’ichi was a large man, standing at six foot two inches and weighing one hundred seventy five pounds of muscles. His skin was dark and he had long dreadlocks that he had grown out since his mother died when he was ten years old, and twisted together himself. He hailed from the Kaguya clan and loved to fight, it was genetic, it was a part of him, and so that he would not be overcome by his urge for violence he meditated and fished to calm himself.
He had been out there since dawn catching and releasing the fish that he had caught in an attempt to attain inner peace. The previous day he had trained for hours, pushing his body past its limits in hopes he could find a solution to his illness that tainted his body. It was the same illness that killed his mother and drove his father into madness (though he was not entirely sure that the sickness had driven his father mad, it made sense for him to think this way) and he wanted to overcome this ultimate challenge in hopes that one day he can defeat the Mizukage in battle.
“You seem to be enjoying the peaceful day Ginji,” Ken’ichi said before he turned his attention back to the deep grey ocean in front of him. “It’s a little too peaceful for me.”
That was the point to get away for a while and meditate wasn’t it Ken’ichi? I should be training and getting stronger. I pushed myself too hard the other day and needed a day to recover that’s why I’m here….I should probably pay attention to the fish.
The seagull, Ginji turned its head to the side and squawked before it flew into the sky as graceless as Ken’ichi had ever seen a bird fly. There was a tug on the line and instinctually he pulled the rod back too hard and fast, snapping the wooden pole in two pieces, the fish that was on the side had swam away with its free meal. He found it funny how he had come out to the shore to find peace and restore his calmness only to become more irritated not because of the fish but because of his own inability.
“Darn I hate when that happens,” Slowly the young man stood to stretch and stare out over the water as mist began to thicken. “I was getting bored anyway, I need to fight somebody I’m tired of sitting around and kicking rocks maybe I can find somebody back in the village that’ll spar with me.”
Kaguya Ken’ichi was a large man, standing at six foot two inches and weighing one hundred seventy five pounds of muscles. His skin was dark and he had long dreadlocks that he had grown out since his mother died when he was ten years old, and twisted together himself. He hailed from the Kaguya clan and loved to fight, it was genetic, it was a part of him, and so that he would not be overcome by his urge for violence he meditated and fished to calm himself.
He had been out there since dawn catching and releasing the fish that he had caught in an attempt to attain inner peace. The previous day he had trained for hours, pushing his body past its limits in hopes he could find a solution to his illness that tainted his body. It was the same illness that killed his mother and drove his father into madness (though he was not entirely sure that the sickness had driven his father mad, it made sense for him to think this way) and he wanted to overcome this ultimate challenge in hopes that one day he can defeat the Mizukage in battle.
“You seem to be enjoying the peaceful day Ginji,” Ken’ichi said before he turned his attention back to the deep grey ocean in front of him. “It’s a little too peaceful for me.”
That was the point to get away for a while and meditate wasn’t it Ken’ichi? I should be training and getting stronger. I pushed myself too hard the other day and needed a day to recover that’s why I’m here….I should probably pay attention to the fish.
The seagull, Ginji turned its head to the side and squawked before it flew into the sky as graceless as Ken’ichi had ever seen a bird fly. There was a tug on the line and instinctually he pulled the rod back too hard and fast, snapping the wooden pole in two pieces, the fish that was on the side had swam away with its free meal. He found it funny how he had come out to the shore to find peace and restore his calmness only to become more irritated not because of the fish but because of his own inability.
“Darn I hate when that happens,” Slowly the young man stood to stretch and stare out over the water as mist began to thicken. “I was getting bored anyway, I need to fight somebody I’m tired of sitting around and kicking rocks maybe I can find somebody back in the village that’ll spar with me.”
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