It was about seven in the morning, the sun was still hiding from the village in the clouds, ironically their name-sake truly showing itself. A dark grey covered the thick clouds above, the ground seeping with mist , the stone wet from the morning rain. While there was no rain at this time, there was no telling if it would start up again and how bad it could get. Enatsu didn't mind this, in fact one could say he prayed for the rain it was his favorite weather condition after-all. Even though he'd rather be in nothing but shorts until the rain came, if at all, he was dressed for his task ahead. The young boy was wearing a black pants, with red leg sleeves. He wore black shinobi sandals, which were common wear. He wore a simple black sleeveless shirt and his Cloud headband was tied around his left arm. He wore the traditional Kumogakure vest, a single shoulder gray body armor. He had a belt pouch on his waist and wore guards on his hands and knees. The Genin's destination was the academy, he was going to meet a fellow shinobi for training. His request was simple, and pretty open;
He was embarrassed just thinking about how he had wrote the message. It was so lame that he couldn't bear to imagine further, yet after three days his message had finally been taken down. He wasn't quite sure who saw this message but like his sign said Enatsu had been there waiting everyday. He would normally show up 30 minutes to an hour before the start described time, and he'd wait until 10. This gave his potential instructor a 2-3 hour window before Enatsu would leave. He didn't have a sword on him at this time, he assumed his instructor would rather have him use a training blade and he the academy dojos were sure to have a number of training weapons, all different types and sizes. Kumogakure boasted a technological advance so he wouldn't be surprised to see some interesting choices, but Enatsu would be simple in most regard. He was looking to take up a larger blade, something that he could use in a variety of ways, but would pack a punch. Either way, this training session would be up to the lucky instructor, for now he'd simply wait.
[Topic Entered: Calling Rei]
[MFT]
Dear fellow Kumogakure shinobi I am Chigokai Enatsu a Genin of this village. I seek to train in the ways of the blade, but I have no idea what I'm doing. I humbly ask one who is experienced in the craft to teach me. If you have the time and are willing just take this sign down and meet me at the front of the academy at 8 am, I'll be the boy with blue skin and silver eyes. I'll be there everyday until we meet. - Thanks in advance
He was embarrassed just thinking about how he had wrote the message. It was so lame that he couldn't bear to imagine further, yet after three days his message had finally been taken down. He wasn't quite sure who saw this message but like his sign said Enatsu had been there waiting everyday. He would normally show up 30 minutes to an hour before the start described time, and he'd wait until 10. This gave his potential instructor a 2-3 hour window before Enatsu would leave. He didn't have a sword on him at this time, he assumed his instructor would rather have him use a training blade and he the academy dojos were sure to have a number of training weapons, all different types and sizes. Kumogakure boasted a technological advance so he wouldn't be surprised to see some interesting choices, but Enatsu would be simple in most regard. He was looking to take up a larger blade, something that he could use in a variety of ways, but would pack a punch. Either way, this training session would be up to the lucky instructor, for now he'd simply wait.
[Topic Entered: Calling Rei]
[MFT]