So much for being silent.
His foot steps cracked and crushed as Darasu ran through the forest, twigs and dirt kicking up at his heels as he ran as fast as he could. While his brother had said that being quiet was the key to winning this game, the younger brother scoffed at the idea and believed that speed was the key to victory. Their ideals on how to win a simple game of tag were very different, and that represented their entire personalities more often than not.
A group of friends had invited the two Morata brothers to play a hide and seek version of tag in the forest; if you get tagged you have to go home. Two people are 'it', and they hunt down and track the other members of the game. While it seemed like a simple child's game, any idiot could tell you that it was just a front for shinobi training. All games in Kumogakure usually were, although they were masked as fun time passings.
The only jist to this game, was that everyone playing was on different skill levels. His brother was one of the hunters, and he was at the genin level, the other 'it' was academy, and then the dozen hunted were ranks between student and genin.
As the trail of natural debris kicked up behind him, the boy knew not to turn his head around or else he would lose focus on his objective. So he ran at full speed, headed for a certain tree he knew well of this forest. Once he got there, he could hide out in the highest branches and wait for-
SLAM
His whole body jolted with pain as a heavy force caught him from the side, sending painful pulses through his ribs and abdomen. Before he could recognize what had hit him, he felt dust kicked up around him and more pain as his body tumbled across the forest floor.
Reacting , he stopped his rolling and threw himself to his feet mid-tumble, seeing the perpetrator grinning wildy.
His older brother Tyra was standing proudly, smiling from ear to ear while rubbing his hands together. The new forehead protector of the cloud village shone brightly against the sun rested against his brow. "Your it, bro" He said with clout, before poofing into smoke completely.
Damn.
MFT [391]
His foot steps cracked and crushed as Darasu ran through the forest, twigs and dirt kicking up at his heels as he ran as fast as he could. While his brother had said that being quiet was the key to winning this game, the younger brother scoffed at the idea and believed that speed was the key to victory. Their ideals on how to win a simple game of tag were very different, and that represented their entire personalities more often than not.
A group of friends had invited the two Morata brothers to play a hide and seek version of tag in the forest; if you get tagged you have to go home. Two people are 'it', and they hunt down and track the other members of the game. While it seemed like a simple child's game, any idiot could tell you that it was just a front for shinobi training. All games in Kumogakure usually were, although they were masked as fun time passings.
The only jist to this game, was that everyone playing was on different skill levels. His brother was one of the hunters, and he was at the genin level, the other 'it' was academy, and then the dozen hunted were ranks between student and genin.
As the trail of natural debris kicked up behind him, the boy knew not to turn his head around or else he would lose focus on his objective. So he ran at full speed, headed for a certain tree he knew well of this forest. Once he got there, he could hide out in the highest branches and wait for-
SLAM
His whole body jolted with pain as a heavy force caught him from the side, sending painful pulses through his ribs and abdomen. Before he could recognize what had hit him, he felt dust kicked up around him and more pain as his body tumbled across the forest floor.
Reacting , he stopped his rolling and threw himself to his feet mid-tumble, seeing the perpetrator grinning wildy.
His older brother Tyra was standing proudly, smiling from ear to ear while rubbing his hands together. The new forehead protector of the cloud village shone brightly against the sun rested against his brow. "Your it, bro" He said with clout, before poofing into smoke completely.
Damn.
MFT [391]