Well, there was this to say for Sand, when they named it they certainly weren't kidding around about their name. The sun was thankfully beyond the edge of the horizon and the moon just beginning to peek from the opposite side of the sky; something that should have been met with joy but as the tempurature kept going down Osore merely chalked this up to another reason people didn't typically live in the desert. His armor was doing an adequate job of keeping him shielded from the cold unlike the heat, and the camel walking beside him seemed to care less. It apparently knew just where it was, and that was in a desert it had been born and raised in. Osore wished he had that kind of security of mind in this place because he was beginning to wonder if he was still in the same desert, he couldn't fathom something this endless and full of.....sand.
As he tops another of the endless dunes of this place, the armored giant finally just stops. This was getting him nowhere. Here he was, unable to figure out how to get back to Sand, lost in a desert that seemed to go on forever. And knowing his luck his 'straight line' walking was actually pulling to the left because human anatomy is a pain and causes weird things like that to happen. Osore takes a seat right there in the sand and then falls onto his back and looks up at the darkening sky. The camel stands still for a moment, then spits on him. This day was getting better and better. His helmeted head turns to the beast and for a moment he's tempted to give it one of his old grunts, from before he could talk.
Instead he focuses on one of the water bottles it was carrying. His cousin used to be able to pull tricks with kinetic chakra, and Osore was naturally able to use those also. Perhaps he could learn that level of control? He was more of a physical fighter than Hoshikata had been, but even a poorly trained shinobi could use ninjutsu and Osore was not poorly trained. The water bottle begins to rise slowly off the camel, wobbling as it floated over to him. And then upends on him and falls.
Checklist time.
Well, perhaps a rest would do him some good after all.
As he tops another of the endless dunes of this place, the armored giant finally just stops. This was getting him nowhere. Here he was, unable to figure out how to get back to Sand, lost in a desert that seemed to go on forever. And knowing his luck his 'straight line' walking was actually pulling to the left because human anatomy is a pain and causes weird things like that to happen. Osore takes a seat right there in the sand and then falls onto his back and looks up at the darkening sky. The camel stands still for a moment, then spits on him. This day was getting better and better. His helmeted head turns to the beast and for a moment he's tempted to give it one of his old grunts, from before he could talk.
Instead he focuses on one of the water bottles it was carrying. His cousin used to be able to pull tricks with kinetic chakra, and Osore was naturally able to use those also. Perhaps he could learn that level of control? He was more of a physical fighter than Hoshikata had been, but even a poorly trained shinobi could use ninjutsu and Osore was not poorly trained. The water bottle begins to rise slowly off the camel, wobbling as it floated over to him. And then upends on him and falls.
Checklist time.
- Stuck in the desert.
- Lost.
- Drenched in water.
- Out of water.
- Camel spit.
Well, perhaps a rest would do him some good after all.