Reizo had nothing to do. It was a rare day that the gangly boy had no plans, but it did happen on occasion. But today, no classes, no training with any of the other students. Yes, he had chores, but they were completed early in the morning. It was only about ten thirty by the time he was finished with his assigned chores, at least until he had to help at night after dinner. So, he was left to his own devices.
After falling into the water in the mineshaft however, he had decided that he needed to take the time to learn to swim better than he knew how to presently. So, technically he had turned the day into a lesson. But, it wasn’t something pushed on him by someone else. He was opting to do it himself. He told his family where he was going (roughly), and that he would be back later. Before dinner of course. With a bento box in hand, Reizo made his way down. All the way down to Arcadia. He had been told several times about “the sea” down in Arcadia, and that shinobi were permitted to go down there when they wished. The water was warm, all fed by a hot spring, and it was a fairly good place to relax. And learn to swim better, in Reizo’s case. Arcadia itself drew the boy’s eyes everywhere, the curious hair colors in particular being interesting to him. He didn’t bother hiding his interest, allowing himself to gawk a little bit.
Of course, he didn’t even consider until this point that this entire idea may have been a poor decision. He hadn’t let anyone know where he was going, and he didn’t know anyone down here in Arcadia. On the other hand, if he recalled correctly, Arcadia relied on Iwagakure for their military presence. Which meant… Reizo looked around for a moment. Then smiled, seeing an older shinobi. A couple here and there allowed themselves to be seen, to let their presence be known. He felt a little better about that, and continued on towards “The Sea.”
The hot spring was… impressive to say the least as Reizo stood on the edge of it. Iwagakure itself was impressive, but the sea was as well in a very different way. Reizo fidgeted, then began walking along the edge of the water, looking for a good spot. Not one too isolated, but also not one where anyone would wander up on him too quickly. He found one after some wandering, setting a small bag behind a rock to conceal it. He stripped off the baggy pants he had worn, and his usual hoodie and scarf, tucking them in the bag with the rest, leaving him standing in a pair of shorts far more suited for swimming and a tank top. He didn’t know what the bottom of the water was like, so the shinobi sandals stayed on, light but made of a material he figured would dry quickly.
With that, the boy stepped into the warm water and started slowly wading deeper, pleased with just how warm the water was. After a little while, the kid was doggy paddling around the area, which was about as far as he had figured on the swimming thing, besides being underwater. He could do that fine. And periodically he would vanish under the surface for a little bit. But he really didn’t know how to swim on the surface very well. He started trying to emulate others he had seen swimming at the surface before, but honestly? He seemed to do a lot more flailing than anything else, and it didn’t work out very well for Reizo...
[MFT, WC: 618]
After falling into the water in the mineshaft however, he had decided that he needed to take the time to learn to swim better than he knew how to presently. So, technically he had turned the day into a lesson. But, it wasn’t something pushed on him by someone else. He was opting to do it himself. He told his family where he was going (roughly), and that he would be back later. Before dinner of course. With a bento box in hand, Reizo made his way down. All the way down to Arcadia. He had been told several times about “the sea” down in Arcadia, and that shinobi were permitted to go down there when they wished. The water was warm, all fed by a hot spring, and it was a fairly good place to relax. And learn to swim better, in Reizo’s case. Arcadia itself drew the boy’s eyes everywhere, the curious hair colors in particular being interesting to him. He didn’t bother hiding his interest, allowing himself to gawk a little bit.
Of course, he didn’t even consider until this point that this entire idea may have been a poor decision. He hadn’t let anyone know where he was going, and he didn’t know anyone down here in Arcadia. On the other hand, if he recalled correctly, Arcadia relied on Iwagakure for their military presence. Which meant… Reizo looked around for a moment. Then smiled, seeing an older shinobi. A couple here and there allowed themselves to be seen, to let their presence be known. He felt a little better about that, and continued on towards “The Sea.”
The hot spring was… impressive to say the least as Reizo stood on the edge of it. Iwagakure itself was impressive, but the sea was as well in a very different way. Reizo fidgeted, then began walking along the edge of the water, looking for a good spot. Not one too isolated, but also not one where anyone would wander up on him too quickly. He found one after some wandering, setting a small bag behind a rock to conceal it. He stripped off the baggy pants he had worn, and his usual hoodie and scarf, tucking them in the bag with the rest, leaving him standing in a pair of shorts far more suited for swimming and a tank top. He didn’t know what the bottom of the water was like, so the shinobi sandals stayed on, light but made of a material he figured would dry quickly.
With that, the boy stepped into the warm water and started slowly wading deeper, pleased with just how warm the water was. After a little while, the kid was doggy paddling around the area, which was about as far as he had figured on the swimming thing, besides being underwater. He could do that fine. And periodically he would vanish under the surface for a little bit. But he really didn’t know how to swim on the surface very well. He started trying to emulate others he had seen swimming at the surface before, but honestly? He seemed to do a lot more flailing than anything else, and it didn’t work out very well for Reizo...
[MFT, WC: 618]
