Time keeps on slippin’,
Into the future . . .
Into the future . . .
There was a certain freedom experienced by all shinobi at one moment or another, the simple knowledge of having a certain control over the elements around them allowed for the most daring of recreational activities. Running at something close to top speed, Umashi jumped from building to building taking in the tinge of saltiness in the air from the sea nearby. To proclaim the moment exhilarating would have been an understatement. Flying in a sense, he fought off invisible enemies and though in his mind there were explosions and such, to the odd child that got caught looking up and spied him, he looked more like one of those crazy types that would talk to themselves.
There were few moments to enjoy the simple pleasures in life. Feeling the wind blowing through your hair, and the ground beneath your feet, too often one’s life could revolve around the endless cycle of one’s duties. His hooded cloak a deep hue of red, he looked the sight as his form seemed all too trained for what he was doing. Approaching the edge of a particularly short building, the exhilaration of the taller building looming ahead, at the last step he dug his earthy colored toes into the jump and then he lifted off, applying just the right amount of chakra to make it across the busy street below.
The world seemed to slow to a crawl as he glanced down to marvel at all the oblivious people below. Of course most knew of the shinobi services that protected them but relatively few in Iwa actually had any talent for the arts. What Umashi was doing was akin to the stuff of lore for most and sure enough, as what happened most times, there was a kid with his balloon floating up that saw him and exclaimed at the sight. Though there was hardly a chance that the kid could see it, Umashi winked at the youngster and then winked out of sight. He wasn’t much for allowing his workouts to be interrupted by the likes of people going through their everyday lives and he tried to avoid all such contact at all cost.
OOC: TLUS