Riku walked through the woods within the forest of death. The name seemed a memory from a different time considering how peaceful these strolls are. The forest, filled with overgrown trees and legends of gore and death, with folk tales you could hear in the oak district at night of creatures that preyed on those that stayed out too late. Course what most find here on a sunny day is nice shade and a uncomfortably moist atmosphere.
The moisture can’t be good for my cards, he thought to himself as he shuffled the cards in his hands, a habit he picked up when he was younger.
The trees in these woods always perplexed him, even more so then overgrown trees should, he may of preferred his time within the village, he of course had his times in the woods and the trees out there compared to the trees in here … there was something odd.
Riku’s stare at the trees ended abruptly as he heard a rustling in the brush, he spun towards the location and stopped his shuffling of cards, staring at the place he heard the noises. He started to hear the distinct pings of metal tapping in unison with the rustling.
Not an animal, Riku thought to himself.
He prowled along the side of one of the trees, his deck of cards gripped tightly in his hand as he tried to catch a peak from a different angle. His time in the city may not have made him much of a wildlife explorer, but he knew how to sneak. From his view at the trees he finally caught sight of what was causing the noises. A child his age, may older was crouched nearby the bushes, a collection of shuriken by his side, and what seemed to be a bundle of sticks. The area he worked in seemed almost an arena.
Is he trying to set up a practice area, Riku thought to himself, peering at the boy at work.
“Hey there,” Riku said with a smile, moving from his place behind the tree, “Nice shuriken, so are you practicing here?”
He shuffled the cards in his hands as he talked, taking the chance to examine the boy up close. I think he’s someone from my academy …
The moisture can’t be good for my cards, he thought to himself as he shuffled the cards in his hands, a habit he picked up when he was younger.
The trees in these woods always perplexed him, even more so then overgrown trees should, he may of preferred his time within the village, he of course had his times in the woods and the trees out there compared to the trees in here … there was something odd.
Riku’s stare at the trees ended abruptly as he heard a rustling in the brush, he spun towards the location and stopped his shuffling of cards, staring at the place he heard the noises. He started to hear the distinct pings of metal tapping in unison with the rustling.
Not an animal, Riku thought to himself.
He prowled along the side of one of the trees, his deck of cards gripped tightly in his hand as he tried to catch a peak from a different angle. His time in the city may not have made him much of a wildlife explorer, but he knew how to sneak. From his view at the trees he finally caught sight of what was causing the noises. A child his age, may older was crouched nearby the bushes, a collection of shuriken by his side, and what seemed to be a bundle of sticks. The area he worked in seemed almost an arena.

Is he trying to set up a practice area, Riku thought to himself, peering at the boy at work.
“Hey there,” Riku said with a smile, moving from his place behind the tree, “Nice shuriken, so are you practicing here?”
He shuffled the cards in his hands as he talked, taking the chance to examine the boy up close. I think he’s someone from my academy …