Shusuke was walking down the streets of the village minding his own business. Reflecting on the recent meet up with Kiriyomi, Shusuke was surprised how confident some of these students were. He was curious what kind of Shinobi they would be when they get older, he’ll even in a year’s time. He always saw himself as an outlier when it came to the standards Shinobi met, having graduated at ten years old, but maybe he was actually the average. Letting out a sigh he continued on his way.
It was at this point he heard the tell tale signs of someone practicing their Taijutsu at one of the many parks in the village. The thrusts of blows felt sound and much more powerful than an uncle practicing their tai chi for their health. As he approached the park he could see one of the students of the academy in the park making a display of himself. Sure there may be some random children watching in awe but that’s only because they didn’t understand how to actually fight.
”That’s some potential you’ve got there. It’s a shame your form is still a little rough and rigid. I’m assuming you haven’t been in an actual fight have you?” The young Yamanaka summons a small blade into his hand and points it at the Kyoujouran child. ”How about I show you a thing or two?”
As he speaks the winds seemingly pick up around him and the leaves and nearby flower petals begin to dance around his form. With a smile on his face he takes on his clan’s Phantosmia Style.
1/5 WC:265
It was at this point he heard the tell tale signs of someone practicing their Taijutsu at one of the many parks in the village. The thrusts of blows felt sound and much more powerful than an uncle practicing their tai chi for their health. As he approached the park he could see one of the students of the academy in the park making a display of himself. Sure there may be some random children watching in awe but that’s only because they didn’t understand how to actually fight.
”That’s some potential you’ve got there. It’s a shame your form is still a little rough and rigid. I’m assuming you haven’t been in an actual fight have you?” The young Yamanaka summons a small blade into his hand and points it at the Kyoujouran child. ”How about I show you a thing or two?”
As he speaks the winds seemingly pick up around him and the leaves and nearby flower petals begin to dance around his form. With a smile on his face he takes on his clan’s Phantosmia Style.
1/5 WC:265