It was… strange. Ever since he became a Genin, the young swordsman had felt like time was standing still… maybe it was due to the events outside of the village, but days passed in and out at a rapid rate without anything new occurring to him. He was still sparring with Ibaraki, but he knew that his technique was getting rigid and stale. He had to change that as soon as possible, but…
It required him to seek out someone. Believe it or not, that was a huge challenge for him! He had to speak with someone outside of his small family consisting of his parents and one, outside friend in Ibaraki… thinking about it, man, Take knew so few on a personal level. It was sad to think of, and he finally attempted to change that…
So, zooming forward to a few days later, Take received a message back at home. His parents brought it to him in high spirits, for the letter was from none other than one of the Leaf’s Sennins, and since it was written to him personally, they figured that the Sennin had somehow noticed his potential and desired to train him. They… were awfully enthusiastic about it all, much more enthusiastic than Take himself. He had planned to meet up with Ibaraki today, but it seemed that he’d have to postpone that meeting, since this was what he had aimed for earlier – to expand his room of associates just a bit, so he wouldn’t stand out as a lonely dot on a white piece of paper.
The meeting place was at the Leaf Academy’s grounds, a place Take hadn’t been to ever since he graduated. He didn’t know what type of training the Sennin wanted to put him through, but he still brought his katana with him – the one his mother had forged for him when he was born, Shinryū-ren. A simple-styled but light and easy-to-wield katana with a round collar and a dense blade. It was easier to wield than their family heirloom, so if the training required sparring, then Take was more confident with this one.
Once again, his silent nature made him just stand still in the middle of the rocky floor outside of the Academy, his black-and-violet haori and black pants pulled back by the easy wind while he spaced out…
WC: 391 [MFT]
It required him to seek out someone. Believe it or not, that was a huge challenge for him! He had to speak with someone outside of his small family consisting of his parents and one, outside friend in Ibaraki… thinking about it, man, Take knew so few on a personal level. It was sad to think of, and he finally attempted to change that…
So, zooming forward to a few days later, Take received a message back at home. His parents brought it to him in high spirits, for the letter was from none other than one of the Leaf’s Sennins, and since it was written to him personally, they figured that the Sennin had somehow noticed his potential and desired to train him. They… were awfully enthusiastic about it all, much more enthusiastic than Take himself. He had planned to meet up with Ibaraki today, but it seemed that he’d have to postpone that meeting, since this was what he had aimed for earlier – to expand his room of associates just a bit, so he wouldn’t stand out as a lonely dot on a white piece of paper.
The meeting place was at the Leaf Academy’s grounds, a place Take hadn’t been to ever since he graduated. He didn’t know what type of training the Sennin wanted to put him through, but he still brought his katana with him – the one his mother had forged for him when he was born, Shinryū-ren. A simple-styled but light and easy-to-wield katana with a round collar and a dense blade. It was easier to wield than their family heirloom, so if the training required sparring, then Take was more confident with this one.
Once again, his silent nature made him just stand still in the middle of the rocky floor outside of the Academy, his black-and-violet haori and black pants pulled back by the easy wind while he spaced out…
WC: 391 [MFT]