The world returned to normal light for the old traveller as the his feet finally felt the solid steps of the grand Toraono Dojo after what had seemed like endless dunes of cursed sand. Turning slowly and taking a seat cross-legged on the steps of the colossal building, he placed his broom almost ceremoniously on the step in front of him. Pulling a dog-ended cigarette from behind his ear the old man lit a match on the stone beside him and subsequently applied the flame to the tip of aforementioned cigarette.
Once the craved nicotine reached his lungs and subsequently his eagerly awaiting bloodstream his eyes looked to where he had struck the match. A small trail through the sand blown steps, like a miniature meteor impact, brought to his attention just how much sand must be blown onto these steps each day… and how they were quite urgently in need of a good sweep, the ‘Once he was done his cigarette’ kind of urgent.
When he could stand it no more (aka he had finished his smoke), the robed man stood, lifting the broom over his shoulder and hoisting up his monks ‘skirt’ in preparation for the work about to commence. Yong surveyed the area, quickly calculating the required work. Welp… shouldn’t take more than a solid half hour to knock this mess into shape. Once I’m done I will just head on in.<i></i>
Squinting his eyes slightly as he spoke to the great sandy steps directly, ”Is it not written ‘Hard work never did anybody any harm’”.<i></i>
Once the steps were clean he would head on in, not many people would stop the walk of a weird little old man in old monks cloths carrying a broom and was easily ignored by the more important, busy people of this little shinobi world.
Or perhaps they have heard of rule number one?
[OOC: Run time: 30 min (Half Time Card)]
Once the craved nicotine reached his lungs and subsequently his eagerly awaiting bloodstream his eyes looked to where he had struck the match. A small trail through the sand blown steps, like a miniature meteor impact, brought to his attention just how much sand must be blown onto these steps each day… and how they were quite urgently in need of a good sweep, the ‘Once he was done his cigarette’ kind of urgent.
When he could stand it no more (aka he had finished his smoke), the robed man stood, lifting the broom over his shoulder and hoisting up his monks ‘skirt’ in preparation for the work about to commence. Yong surveyed the area, quickly calculating the required work. Welp… shouldn’t take more than a solid half hour to knock this mess into shape. Once I’m done I will just head on in.<i></i>
Squinting his eyes slightly as he spoke to the great sandy steps directly, ”Is it not written ‘Hard work never did anybody any harm’”.<i></i>
Once the steps were clean he would head on in, not many people would stop the walk of a weird little old man in old monks cloths carrying a broom and was easily ignored by the more important, busy people of this little shinobi world.
Or perhaps they have heard of rule number one?
[OOC: Run time: 30 min (Half Time Card)]
