Night was a difficult thing to determine here for Enzeru. He was used to the cycle of the sun and moon, the stars flowing over his head in their slow, but unstoppable, journey to the other horizon. Inside this massive cavern...they tried to keep it from being completely alien but to him it was a falsehood that could not be overlooked. Better the normal ceiling than a false sky. Still, night was the time he was most active, something that even a fake skyline could not chance. And so he found himself now in the archery range of the home, his eyes looking over the crystalline bow that formed from his very chakra.
The woman was unique, that much was certain. A crystal of purest, lightest blue to match his eyes. It was shaped as if flowing water had been frozen for eternity into the perfect shape. The limbs curved back ever so slightly but were made of the strongest material he'd encountered, allowing for far more power to go behind each shot. And no matter how much pull he put on them, they had yet to so much as make a sound, much less crack or break. This bow was able to be used for long distance sniping with ease, something he'd put it to good use for before.
Enzeru sets the weapon on the table before him, along with several arrows. Beside it was his own handmade weapon, a recurve bow of chakra-forged steel. While it was nowher enear as durable, this weapon was much more accurate than it's sibling. Both were the only weapons Enzeru made by himself, and today one would belong to another.
He looks up at the main compound and waits silently. He would look slightly odd, his blue on dark blue tunic, his brown leather boots and gloves; he appeared a hunter on the prowl instead of a teacher on this day.
The woman was unique, that much was certain. A crystal of purest, lightest blue to match his eyes. It was shaped as if flowing water had been frozen for eternity into the perfect shape. The limbs curved back ever so slightly but were made of the strongest material he'd encountered, allowing for far more power to go behind each shot. And no matter how much pull he put on them, they had yet to so much as make a sound, much less crack or break. This bow was able to be used for long distance sniping with ease, something he'd put it to good use for before.
Enzeru sets the weapon on the table before him, along with several arrows. Beside it was his own handmade weapon, a recurve bow of chakra-forged steel. While it was nowher enear as durable, this weapon was much more accurate than it's sibling. Both were the only weapons Enzeru made by himself, and today one would belong to another.
He looks up at the main compound and waits silently. He would look slightly odd, his blue on dark blue tunic, his brown leather boots and gloves; he appeared a hunter on the prowl instead of a teacher on this day.