Toshi looked at his reflection in the mirror. He held two balls made of ice in either of his fists. He stayed calm, not letting his guard down. He often stared at his reflection, wondering if this was the person that he truly was. He used to question if he was really ready for the shinobi life style.
Toshi stepped out of the mirror, the clone of himself that stared at the mirror melted into water in the lake. He wondered about the many shinobi that he would meet outside of the Clan House. He knew they wouldn't all be like himself. Each shinobi held something dear to heart. Toshi lobbed each ice ball from between his fists into the garden nearby. The ice would slowly melt, watering the plants at it's own pace, that they may stay healthy. He would leave when the balls of ice were done melting.
The thick mist that lay in the area didn't bother the boy's vision at all. He learned to use each of his senses to his advantage. One would have to stay alert, cool, and ready for any surprises that may come along. After a few hand seals, the winds blew, carrying the dense mist with it. Toshi sat down atop of the water Indian style, looking at the garden from the reflection of the ice mirror. It looked beautiful as always. He wouldn't allow a mess to be made of the garden. He'd grown quite close to it, and his jutsu reflected so.
[ MFT | 253 WC ]
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Toshi stepped out of the mirror, the clone of himself that stared at the mirror melted into water in the lake. He wondered about the many shinobi that he would meet outside of the Clan House. He knew they wouldn't all be like himself. Each shinobi held something dear to heart. Toshi lobbed each ice ball from between his fists into the garden nearby. The ice would slowly melt, watering the plants at it's own pace, that they may stay healthy. He would leave when the balls of ice were done melting.
The thick mist that lay in the area didn't bother the boy's vision at all. He learned to use each of his senses to his advantage. One would have to stay alert, cool, and ready for any surprises that may come along. After a few hand seals, the winds blew, carrying the dense mist with it. Toshi sat down atop of the water Indian style, looking at the garden from the reflection of the ice mirror. It looked beautiful as always. He wouldn't allow a mess to be made of the garden. He'd grown quite close to it, and his jutsu reflected so.
[ MFT | 253 WC ]
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