The wilderness always had it differently. Out in the open, one needs to be guarded at all times, lest they get outwitted by the many dangers of the planes. But Kiri had long known that. His hunts would often take him to distant places and he would have to contend with whatever nature had in store for him. This journey with Junko was no different. With having to provide for himself and train and not be a burden to his adoptive father, Kiri was once again trying to better himself.
That said, as he worked his way into the tundra, he would begin his hunt. With his sword drawn out, he would keep himself low into the shadows of the long grasses. Stealthily, he would move with utmost care not to break the grasses as to leave a trail. It was difficult, but it was plausible. He would let his third eye open, though hidden behind the blonde fringes. It's not like it distracted him. He kept a good eye out while also feeling for anything in the air. Hunts were always about patience and sensing, and all his life he had known the importance of each. His brother had been keen to teach him the significance and he would learn the consequences of missing an opportunity to create such chances for himself. Some of the scars he had were the reminders of it, but some were also trophies of his triumphs. And the present situation was seemingly to his liking.
Just then, he thought he felt something not far off. He kept still at this point and would heighten his senses. When he could tell the direction of the unknown movement, he would concentrate on his chakra and let the energy flow towards the ground. Then, without so much of a warning, his chakra-infused shadow would race towards the direction of the disturbance, hoping to catch it by surprise. And just in case, he was also preparing to strike, bending forward to spring into a fast strike upon the target.
WC: 342
[MFT]
That said, as he worked his way into the tundra, he would begin his hunt. With his sword drawn out, he would keep himself low into the shadows of the long grasses. Stealthily, he would move with utmost care not to break the grasses as to leave a trail. It was difficult, but it was plausible. He would let his third eye open, though hidden behind the blonde fringes. It's not like it distracted him. He kept a good eye out while also feeling for anything in the air. Hunts were always about patience and sensing, and all his life he had known the importance of each. His brother had been keen to teach him the significance and he would learn the consequences of missing an opportunity to create such chances for himself. Some of the scars he had were the reminders of it, but some were also trophies of his triumphs. And the present situation was seemingly to his liking.
Just then, he thought he felt something not far off. He kept still at this point and would heighten his senses. When he could tell the direction of the unknown movement, he would concentrate on his chakra and let the energy flow towards the ground. Then, without so much of a warning, his chakra-infused shadow would race towards the direction of the disturbance, hoping to catch it by surprise. And just in case, he was also preparing to strike, bending forward to spring into a fast strike upon the target.
WC: 342
[MFT]