The Nimbus Delectatio, such a lovely place. the flower shops of the Yamanaka, the springs and rivers sparse about the forest, the many grand houses of powerful shinobi estates located within and about the old woods and wildlife. This was indeed the perfect place for him, among the martial artist's dojo's that resided within the Ancient woods. Rurou Kotsurugi was sought out by many deep within the old forest. Some for his teachings, and many for his craftsmanship with metal and wood.
Each day the Elderly man would rise from his bed like any other person, he would start his day by making himself a wholesome meal. To brew some honey and lemon tea in the light of the morning sun creeping past the many arms of wood that reached up to greet the morning light. His melancholy golden eyes shone in the light of the dawn, sipping his tea he would leave the dojo each morning to retrieve his mail from the Inuzuka clan, so he left his only address to them. He did not wish to be bothered but for only two reasons. So he lived deep in the Ancient Forest. More then most wish to tread. Deeper than any clan house or dojo would go. Near the very center of the woods was the home of the old sword sage. As he retrieved letters of commissions for weapons, he spotted a letter from the Academy here in Kumogakure that they were sending him a student. The old swordsman laughed heartily as he traversed the old woods back to his home with haste.
A large old dojo fashioned of wood unspecified by the age had removed most signs of what it used to be. Even the old swordsmen forgets if he used the wood in the very area, simply uprooting trees and fashioning a home for himself here in the woods. Or if the dojo was just here when he came upon it, and has claimed it as his for some time. It mattered not, for it was one of the only places in Kumogakure that shinobi of this village would traverse the dangers of the woods to meet the elderly man and request a blade from him.
It had been some time though that he'd seen or met anyone in the woods to be taught the art of ninja, not a word or whisper among the tree's. It worried him deeply, but now he had someone to teach today.As he waited for his student to arrive upon the old dojo. He continued his work endlessly. Crafting blades of steel fine enough to be branded with the seal of his clan upon each blade he makes.
It was that same morning that a young student of Kumogakure was given a letter by the Academy, to seek out Kotsurugi as his teacher for the day. The aspiring shinobi was guided by the letter to travel to the Nimbus Delectatio, to go past the large flower shop of the Yamanaka clan, to travel deep into the woods, past many the tree's of age's unknown. To come upon the Inuzuka Clan and ask for them the direction of the Blacksmith Rurou Kotsurugi.
Upon being guided by the clan he would only be brought to an entrance of a wooden gate of twisted tree's opening a straight narrow path deeper into the woods. He would be told by a young clan member, a young male like himself. "Be careful in these parts. Many wild animals have been known to attack any who enter this deep into the forest." With those words of warning given, the young Inuzuka who had guided him up to this point left him to continue alone, Koizumi Ren could feel once he passes the twisted tree's staring upon him from overhead. Eye's were watching him.
Each day the Elderly man would rise from his bed like any other person, he would start his day by making himself a wholesome meal. To brew some honey and lemon tea in the light of the morning sun creeping past the many arms of wood that reached up to greet the morning light. His melancholy golden eyes shone in the light of the dawn, sipping his tea he would leave the dojo each morning to retrieve his mail from the Inuzuka clan, so he left his only address to them. He did not wish to be bothered but for only two reasons. So he lived deep in the Ancient Forest. More then most wish to tread. Deeper than any clan house or dojo would go. Near the very center of the woods was the home of the old sword sage. As he retrieved letters of commissions for weapons, he spotted a letter from the Academy here in Kumogakure that they were sending him a student. The old swordsman laughed heartily as he traversed the old woods back to his home with haste.
A large old dojo fashioned of wood unspecified by the age had removed most signs of what it used to be. Even the old swordsmen forgets if he used the wood in the very area, simply uprooting trees and fashioning a home for himself here in the woods. Or if the dojo was just here when he came upon it, and has claimed it as his for some time. It mattered not, for it was one of the only places in Kumogakure that shinobi of this village would traverse the dangers of the woods to meet the elderly man and request a blade from him.
It had been some time though that he'd seen or met anyone in the woods to be taught the art of ninja, not a word or whisper among the tree's. It worried him deeply, but now he had someone to teach today.As he waited for his student to arrive upon the old dojo. He continued his work endlessly. Crafting blades of steel fine enough to be branded with the seal of his clan upon each blade he makes.
It was that same morning that a young student of Kumogakure was given a letter by the Academy, to seek out Kotsurugi as his teacher for the day. The aspiring shinobi was guided by the letter to travel to the Nimbus Delectatio, to go past the large flower shop of the Yamanaka clan, to travel deep into the woods, past many the tree's of age's unknown. To come upon the Inuzuka Clan and ask for them the direction of the Blacksmith Rurou Kotsurugi.
Upon being guided by the clan he would only be brought to an entrance of a wooden gate of twisted tree's opening a straight narrow path deeper into the woods. He would be told by a young clan member, a young male like himself. "Be careful in these parts. Many wild animals have been known to attack any who enter this deep into the forest." With those words of warning given, the young Inuzuka who had guided him up to this point left him to continue alone, Koizumi Ren could feel once he passes the twisted tree's staring upon him from overhead. Eye's were watching him.