"Come one, come all!"
The loud voice was one that had not disrupted Suna's Academy for nearly a decade. The bellow of Roku, one who had a history of mischief, was once more finding a way to interrupt the solemnness that seemed to be the mainstay of the inner academy building.
"Real warriors don't need random acts of elements shooting from their hands!"
During his momentary sabbatical from the village workings, which isn't exactly true as he was mainly forced out due to injuries, he had become focused, actually obsessed, with the power of fighting with one's own physical strength.
"Real warriors, young'ns, use their fists, their feet, their bodies...hell, their teeth!"
He also used weapons, but figured flailing around a sword in the middle of the academy would be a bit much. His appearance had changed a bit and did not need to get locked up, or at least not this quickly.
"Soooo..."
It was now time to make his point.
"Who here is ready to become a real warrior!? Taijutsu, the only way!"
The lean figure stood in the middle of a random hallway, a look of unrelenting confidence beamed on his face. He stood firmly in a power pose, both of his fists clenched and held out to his sides as if ready to fight himself. His loose fitting shirt exposed the marks of different battles, scars and discoloration bound his flesh with the biggest scar, a large "X", printed firmly across his heart. His eyes darted back and forth, awaiting the first person(s) to foolishly acknowledge him. For once they slipped up, he would be all over them with his full attention.
"Come on!"
The loud voice was one that had not disrupted Suna's Academy for nearly a decade. The bellow of Roku, one who had a history of mischief, was once more finding a way to interrupt the solemnness that seemed to be the mainstay of the inner academy building.
"Real warriors don't need random acts of elements shooting from their hands!"
During his momentary sabbatical from the village workings, which isn't exactly true as he was mainly forced out due to injuries, he had become focused, actually obsessed, with the power of fighting with one's own physical strength.
"Real warriors, young'ns, use their fists, their feet, their bodies...hell, their teeth!"
He also used weapons, but figured flailing around a sword in the middle of the academy would be a bit much. His appearance had changed a bit and did not need to get locked up, or at least not this quickly.
"Soooo..."
It was now time to make his point.
"Who here is ready to become a real warrior!? Taijutsu, the only way!"
The lean figure stood in the middle of a random hallway, a look of unrelenting confidence beamed on his face. He stood firmly in a power pose, both of his fists clenched and held out to his sides as if ready to fight himself. His loose fitting shirt exposed the marks of different battles, scars and discoloration bound his flesh with the biggest scar, a large "X", printed firmly across his heart. His eyes darted back and forth, awaiting the first person(s) to foolishly acknowledge him. For once they slipped up, he would be all over them with his full attention.
"Come on!"