Inventory:
Utility Slot: Headband
Armor Slot: Heavy Armor
Miscellaneous Slots:
1. Serpents Blood - instant poison 2 uses
2. Antidote
3. Makibishi Spikes
Weapon 1: ‘Good Defence’
Weapon Type: Unarmed - Suppression
Damage: -10%
Accuracy: +2
Augment:
Abilities:
1. Defensive Technique
2. Strategist
3. Combat Instinct
Utility Slot: Headband
Armor Slot: Heavy Armor
Miscellaneous Slots:
1. Serpents Blood - instant poison 2 uses
2. Antidote
3. Makibishi Spikes
Weapon 1: ‘Good Defence’
Weapon Type: Unarmed - Suppression
Damage: -10%
Accuracy: +2
Augment:
Abilities:
1. Defensive Technique
2. Strategist
3. Combat Instinct
Wake up boy, you don’t want to be late!”
His grandmas hard stone cane tapped rapidly on the hardwood bed frame. The boy pulled his thick covers over his head with a slow precision, the small figure curling up into a foetal position under the warm blankets, the muffled response became even more obtuse as the sound barely escaped the blanket sanctuary.
“Jus’ fif more mimits.”
The old shinobi woman scuttled quickly across the room small apartment room, her cane clacking with every assisted step. As she threw open the curtains an audible groan would emanate from the mountain of blankets.
The wise old woman did not respond with further words, instead a small weight impacted the blanket barrier and landed on the bed next to the concealed boy.
Slowly the boy withdrew the covers from over his face, sleep laced eyes looking dazedly at the thrown object now sitting in the flood of sunlight, the beams reflecting off of the polished metal.
The covers flicked aside with a speed alien to the sloth like movements the boy had utilised up until this point. With haste his small hands quickly grasped the forehead protector that was so much more than the metal and cloth it was was constructed from. A wide grin split the young boys face as he quickly fastened the shinobi forehead protector above his brow, lost in momentary reflection at the way the material felt against his skin.
His reverie was broken by his grandmothers voice, her question putting him on the spot at such an early hour.
“And now that you are a proper shinobi what’s the first thing you have to do?”
The boy looked puzzled for a moment before raising his finger in triumph.
“The first thing I have to do is…”
The boys sentence was interrupted smoothly at this point by the old woman.
“The dishes… the first thing your doing is the dishes didn’t finish yesterday. Do you think this is a hotel? You can't come in here only to sleep.”
“Ok.”
The smile did not leave the boys face, his finger tracing around the edge of the metal plate displaying the symbol of the Leaf.
“And a little soap and water never killed anyone!”
“Yes Nan.”
~~~
He had washed, brushed teeth, gotten dressed and most importantly washed the dishes from the dinner of the night before. He had then returned to his room, the first part of his daily training could be completed almost anywhere. 100 situps, 100 pushups, 100 squats, the final component of which, and a 10-km run, would see him the the shinobi training centre.
The boy moved through the motions, each series of exercises completed with practiced speed and, less than five minutes later he had given his grandmother a kiss on her wrinkly old forehead and dashed out the door of their apartment.
His Nan’s words echoing down the hall behind him.
“Wrap up warm or you'll catch your death!”
~~~
His heart raced from the exertion of the sprint, sweat dripping down his face despite the cold morning air which now sting his burning lungs with every steaming breath. His eyes scanned the quickly filling training facility, looking for faces (or other defining features) that he recognised, his gaze pausing for a moment on two boys about his age which he recognised from the academy, they too recently graduating in this examination period or the last. The thing was not that two young shonobi would talk with each other but that these two specific shinobi would be in conversation together, one an arrogant Uchiha with the natural talent and intelligence to back up his words. The other though, his reputation was slightly worse… angry… loose cannon… all descriptions the boy had heard academy staff had used when referring of the blond ball of tween rage.
Ishi would move towards the pair now, though both reputations not disregarded, he had been in a different class to the pair so he had not made up his own mind yet, after all his Nan did always say ‘You can’t tell a book by its cover… and sometimes the cover is ten pages deep…’
The boy approached the pair just as the Uchiha asked his slightly condescending questions of the other, visibly angry young shonobi.
“I believe he is here to do the same thing as us unless I am not mistaken…” the small boy interjected between them with a friendly smile.
“Kuroku was it? I think Gaki(?)…” the boys tone reflecting that he was not sure of the buys name.
“…is here to meet his new team…” the boy indicated with a vague hand invent in a circle.
“…which I think is us right?”
Ishimoto patted the larger, golden maned boy on the arm with an even wider grin.
“After introductions we can punch each other for a bit too, that will probably make you feel better too…”
Ooc: topic entered, I will do some formatting later… written on my phone…
His grandmas hard stone cane tapped rapidly on the hardwood bed frame. The boy pulled his thick covers over his head with a slow precision, the small figure curling up into a foetal position under the warm blankets, the muffled response became even more obtuse as the sound barely escaped the blanket sanctuary.
“Jus’ fif more mimits.”
The old shinobi woman scuttled quickly across the room small apartment room, her cane clacking with every assisted step. As she threw open the curtains an audible groan would emanate from the mountain of blankets.
The wise old woman did not respond with further words, instead a small weight impacted the blanket barrier and landed on the bed next to the concealed boy.
Slowly the boy withdrew the covers from over his face, sleep laced eyes looking dazedly at the thrown object now sitting in the flood of sunlight, the beams reflecting off of the polished metal.
The covers flicked aside with a speed alien to the sloth like movements the boy had utilised up until this point. With haste his small hands quickly grasped the forehead protector that was so much more than the metal and cloth it was was constructed from. A wide grin split the young boys face as he quickly fastened the shinobi forehead protector above his brow, lost in momentary reflection at the way the material felt against his skin.
His reverie was broken by his grandmothers voice, her question putting him on the spot at such an early hour.
“And now that you are a proper shinobi what’s the first thing you have to do?”
The boy looked puzzled for a moment before raising his finger in triumph.
“The first thing I have to do is…”
The boys sentence was interrupted smoothly at this point by the old woman.
“The dishes… the first thing your doing is the dishes didn’t finish yesterday. Do you think this is a hotel? You can't come in here only to sleep.”
“Ok.”
The smile did not leave the boys face, his finger tracing around the edge of the metal plate displaying the symbol of the Leaf.
“And a little soap and water never killed anyone!”
“Yes Nan.”
~~~
He had washed, brushed teeth, gotten dressed and most importantly washed the dishes from the dinner of the night before. He had then returned to his room, the first part of his daily training could be completed almost anywhere. 100 situps, 100 pushups, 100 squats, the final component of which, and a 10-km run, would see him the the shinobi training centre.
The boy moved through the motions, each series of exercises completed with practiced speed and, less than five minutes later he had given his grandmother a kiss on her wrinkly old forehead and dashed out the door of their apartment.
His Nan’s words echoing down the hall behind him.
“Wrap up warm or you'll catch your death!”
~~~
His heart raced from the exertion of the sprint, sweat dripping down his face despite the cold morning air which now sting his burning lungs with every steaming breath. His eyes scanned the quickly filling training facility, looking for faces (or other defining features) that he recognised, his gaze pausing for a moment on two boys about his age which he recognised from the academy, they too recently graduating in this examination period or the last. The thing was not that two young shonobi would talk with each other but that these two specific shinobi would be in conversation together, one an arrogant Uchiha with the natural talent and intelligence to back up his words. The other though, his reputation was slightly worse… angry… loose cannon… all descriptions the boy had heard academy staff had used when referring of the blond ball of tween rage.
Ishi would move towards the pair now, though both reputations not disregarded, he had been in a different class to the pair so he had not made up his own mind yet, after all his Nan did always say ‘You can’t tell a book by its cover… and sometimes the cover is ten pages deep…’
The boy approached the pair just as the Uchiha asked his slightly condescending questions of the other, visibly angry young shonobi.
“I believe he is here to do the same thing as us unless I am not mistaken…” the small boy interjected between them with a friendly smile.
“Kuroku was it? I think Gaki(?)…” the boys tone reflecting that he was not sure of the buys name.
“…is here to meet his new team…” the boy indicated with a vague hand invent in a circle.
“…which I think is us right?”
Ishimoto patted the larger, golden maned boy on the arm with an even wider grin.
“After introductions we can punch each other for a bit too, that will probably make you feel better too…”
Ooc: topic entered, I will do some formatting later… written on my phone…
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