In the inner reaches of the forest, below the canopy with a few scant rays of sunshine piercing through, some reflecting off the creek next to a small rock outcropping. Bushes are sparse, yet grass and mushrooms are aplenty. Closer to the creek is an edge of sand and rocks of various sizes. It is upon the rock outcropping over the creek Yaboi would be resting, lying on his back while under the shade of the trees. The boy was sporting his shinobi sandals, black shorts with plenty of pockets and his usual white shirt. Though for the environment that he was in, and the objective being to train he changed up his attire. With a dark green cloak that hung over the shoulders and came in towards his chest. His equipment was on him, hidden in various compartments on his belt and pouch on his hip. By the shore across the creek would be six wooden logs, a knife having etched a target upon each of them. Likewise, similar logs hung from nearby trees, some further away from the creek hanging by vines, others even hanging above the creek by wire. Whenever the wind had picked up it would push the logs in different directions, like crude wooden wind chimes that produced no sound. All these wooden targets had been hung up by Yaboi prior to his nap.
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Time had passed by slowly, the young boy drifting in and out of sleep as if he had one eye open all the time. It was a relaxing time for Yaboi, being able to train on his terms and use his time as he wanted. He had just finished winning his first match against a fellow classmate named Yozara Akihito. It was his first real combat experience against a student, quite different from the spars he did with Ryo while growing up. Yaboi did not know how long it would be for his next match to begin, though he didn’t care. If he was late it was at least his choice, and if he chose to attend he would surely arrive on time. ‘A few more minutes, then I’ll perfect this course again and get some food..’ the boy thought to himself, his stomach growling lowly.
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