The newly established context of peace was a sound change from all the upheaval he remembered as a child. There was no more war or differentiating altercations that ensued. Ally vying factions unified underneath the same ideals for the time being. Although consistently safe, the young Oginu wondered what the village had left to teach him. His parents gained their skills and experience as ninja through the far cry's of spontaneous conflict that tested their limits and frequently blossomed their potential. But without so much as a shady stranger walking the streets these days, where would his defining moments potentially come from? The prospect of potentially being cooped up in the village until attaining the status of at least a journeyman ninja was unsatisfactory in his mind. Upon arriving in the Ancient Forest he could recall tales of warning and discouragement fed to him early on about the unstable and potentially hostile environment of the area.
The myriad of tall trees eclipsing the vast majority of the overcast sunlight catering to its rumored mystique. But the presence of an afterthought with any foresight of danger had no gravity on the pale boy's process. Whatever potential opposition lied ahead would only serve as the means he had been searching for to test his limits. He found no logical reasons to turn away. After hours of meandering through the coarse grounded forest he had stumbled upon what appeared to be a makeshift clearing lit with paper lanterns around a square thirty yard perimeter. In the center lied a large open air dojo, committed with hard floors, and three equidistant walls respectively. The omission of a roof and front wall seemed to be intentional as he gathered from the large travel cart adjacent to the structure that sported a sign entitled "The Traveling Dojo". Moving from the brush and into clear view his amber eyes widened as he took steps forward with childish glee plastered upon his face. This prospect couldn't possibly be real.
The myriad of tall trees eclipsing the vast majority of the overcast sunlight catering to its rumored mystique. But the presence of an afterthought with any foresight of danger had no gravity on the pale boy's process. Whatever potential opposition lied ahead would only serve as the means he had been searching for to test his limits. He found no logical reasons to turn away. After hours of meandering through the coarse grounded forest he had stumbled upon what appeared to be a makeshift clearing lit with paper lanterns around a square thirty yard perimeter. In the center lied a large open air dojo, committed with hard floors, and three equidistant walls respectively. The omission of a roof and front wall seemed to be intentional as he gathered from the large travel cart adjacent to the structure that sported a sign entitled "The Traveling Dojo". Moving from the brush and into clear view his amber eyes widened as he took steps forward with childish glee plastered upon his face. This prospect couldn't possibly be real.