Drawing back on the string, his elbow would remain sturdy and elevated, locked into place. His body was completely still and firm, unflinching, almost statuelike, he was completely motionless in his stance. Taking in small subtle breaths through his nostrils, he would hold this position, his eyes zeroed in on the target across the field. Letting go, the arrow would sail towards its mark with deadly speed and accuracy. Lodging into the tree, it would hit dead center driving its steel point deep into the bark of the ancient oak. Living underground typically bothered Asagao, he hated that there was no sky above him; he longed for the warmth of the sun on his skin; the pale light of the moon guiding his path as he took a midnight stroll; he wanted to stare up at the twinkling stars and count them until he ran out of numbers. But for target practice, living underground definitely had its advantages - most notably the lack of wind. He never had to adjust his shots....ever. Everything he fired or threw flew through the air with precision accuracy, never missing their intended location. Truth be told, it was actually becoming quite the bore. He needed something new. A challenge. Something that would push him and make him feel something again. One can only practice and train so much, before the act of doing so becomes utterly monotonous. This was the feeling he was now left with every time he worked out or conditioned himself.
Collecting his arrows and kunai, he would slip them back into their respective holsters and go take a seat in the grass next to his feline companion, Tayori. The large white tiger lay soundly asleep, her mind lost in a dream. Resting his head on her large, soft body, the motion of her breathing would cause his head to rise and fall with every breath she breathed. Staring up at the ceiling, he would grind his teeth out of frustration. "There has to be something more than this...doesn't there, Tayori?" The dormant cat snarled a half yawn gurgle in response, before slipping back into the dreamworld. "Thanks for the help.." He smiled, unable to stop himself. After all, he knew the truth. One of these days he was going to get out from under this rock and do some traveling. He wanted to see the world, experience different cultures, meet new people, and learn their unique customs. He wanted to paint what he saw and capture the fleeting moments on the canvas, forever preserving them. He wanted to learn strange songs and play them until the sun disappeared behind the mountain tops. He had yet to feel the gentle caress of raindrops slide across his skin as the clouds poured down upon him. Living underground was not living at all...and it was high time he did some living.
Collecting his arrows and kunai, he would slip them back into their respective holsters and go take a seat in the grass next to his feline companion, Tayori. The large white tiger lay soundly asleep, her mind lost in a dream. Resting his head on her large, soft body, the motion of her breathing would cause his head to rise and fall with every breath she breathed. Staring up at the ceiling, he would grind his teeth out of frustration. "There has to be something more than this...doesn't there, Tayori?" The dormant cat snarled a half yawn gurgle in response, before slipping back into the dreamworld. "Thanks for the help.." He smiled, unable to stop himself. After all, he knew the truth. One of these days he was going to get out from under this rock and do some traveling. He wanted to see the world, experience different cultures, meet new people, and learn their unique customs. He wanted to paint what he saw and capture the fleeting moments on the canvas, forever preserving them. He wanted to learn strange songs and play them until the sun disappeared behind the mountain tops. He had yet to feel the gentle caress of raindrops slide across his skin as the clouds poured down upon him. Living underground was not living at all...and it was high time he did some living.