The desert’s eternal howl made a different sound when beating against the hollowed bones of the Toraono Academy. Magnificent and grandiose; the facility that served as home to one of the village’s most prestigious houses was a marvel to the likes of young Jintou. Since joining the Shinobi Academy, Jintou had come to consider the castle-like structure as a second home, however, even after months of exploration, he was certain he had yet to see every chamber it kept tucked away. Perhaps he was lucky; with his dull sense of imagination, he could hardly imagine what potential horrors were locked away for times when students needed a proper challenge.
On this day in particular, Jintou had found his way into a quarry-like dojo somewhere in the lower levels, easily subterranean to the more prestigious halls above. The structure was clearly still obstructed from the cartilage of a carnosaur, and yet additional protection lined the walls in the form of granite slabs in an impossible weaving pattern. Beyond the set of double doors at the chamber’s entrance, the flooring gave way in a slope that led into a vast pit structure. The room was filled with varying forms of minerals as if they had been imported from around the world, or possibly transmuted by powerful shinobi gifted with unique chakra natures. A lot of the stonework around the chamber showed signs of damage, suggesting that shinobi entered this place to wield their jutsu freely at times.
As he entered, Jintou warily attempted to traverse the slope but ended up losing his footing and tumbling down in a steep six-meter slide. At the end of his slide, Jintou wound up pulling his upper half out of the dirt and spit out more than the recommended daily dosage of iron. He swept the dust off of his bare arms, which were clammy with sweat from the moment he left his berthing. A few wild shakes of his blond mop had more granules raining from his knotty curls. The cobalt and ruby ensemble of a tank top and gi with sash were already made dingy from the tumble, but that was all a part of the fun of training with earth-style chakra.
Seeking some inspiration, Jintou dug into a pants pocket and revealed a small, cloudy gemstone, and held it up against the lights embedded into the ceiling. According to Antoku, his journey as a ninja would meet its end once Jintou could transform a clump of stone into a crystal clearer than that gem. Only then would he be ready to return home.
-- Jintou, Third Son of House Oba has entered the thread.
-- Requesting Harupia.
-- Timeline note: Takes place before the General Assembly Event Thread.
On this day in particular, Jintou had found his way into a quarry-like dojo somewhere in the lower levels, easily subterranean to the more prestigious halls above. The structure was clearly still obstructed from the cartilage of a carnosaur, and yet additional protection lined the walls in the form of granite slabs in an impossible weaving pattern. Beyond the set of double doors at the chamber’s entrance, the flooring gave way in a slope that led into a vast pit structure. The room was filled with varying forms of minerals as if they had been imported from around the world, or possibly transmuted by powerful shinobi gifted with unique chakra natures. A lot of the stonework around the chamber showed signs of damage, suggesting that shinobi entered this place to wield their jutsu freely at times.
As he entered, Jintou warily attempted to traverse the slope but ended up losing his footing and tumbling down in a steep six-meter slide. At the end of his slide, Jintou wound up pulling his upper half out of the dirt and spit out more than the recommended daily dosage of iron. He swept the dust off of his bare arms, which were clammy with sweat from the moment he left his berthing. A few wild shakes of his blond mop had more granules raining from his knotty curls. The cobalt and ruby ensemble of a tank top and gi with sash were already made dingy from the tumble, but that was all a part of the fun of training with earth-style chakra.
Seeking some inspiration, Jintou dug into a pants pocket and revealed a small, cloudy gemstone, and held it up against the lights embedded into the ceiling. According to Antoku, his journey as a ninja would meet its end once Jintou could transform a clump of stone into a crystal clearer than that gem. Only then would he be ready to return home.
-- Jintou, Third Son of House Oba has entered the thread.
-- Requesting Harupia.
-- Timeline note: Takes place before the General Assembly Event Thread.
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