After the rest of his party decided to camp for a short rest, Tatsuo was enticed by the forests of the Fire Country. When he was young, he knew the forests like the back of his hand. He knew the best spots to fish, best places to sleep, and the best water to drink. His time away from the Country surely tarnished that expertise, but he found things becoming more and more familiar as time went on. He would have to get back at some point, he told Saito he was going for a walk but they were going to be in Konoha soon he really couldn't spend all day reliving his childhood.
In the few years he spent away from these forests he grew to just above the height of the average man, standing at 5'11. On his back was his travel pack in which he carried with him always on treks, being prepared was important to the boy and while he may have went a bit overboard he liked to be ready for anything that the world would throw at him. Even if some of the things were a bit mundane. The pack on his back weighed in at nearly thirty pounds but it seemed to not hinder his movement much at all. He was tall and broad as an oak tree, and just as resilient, it would take more than some weight on his back to stop him.
After walking into a thick forested area he bobbed and weaved between the hanging branches, large rocks, and the occasional root which sought to trip up unsuspecting travelers. But Tatsuo was in his element, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded not only by the trees in which were the cornerstone of his abilities but surrounded by the natural energy which he possessed an unusual affinity to. After a short bout of treacherous travel Tatsuo found himself at a large ravine, sixty or seventy feet deep at first glance, but in the corner of his eyes he noticed a large tree that had fallen over the ravine.
He grinned almost childishly, back in his youth that tree would've been a great bridge in which many wars were fought on, this whole forest would be a kingdom filled of wonder and magic. As he grew older he found himself straying from the muses of a child's imagination, but every once in a while, when no one was around he'd let off the burden of being a shinobi. He had nothing to hide in a place like this. He made his way to the tree-bridge and hopped up on it, looking down at the fall below and shuddering but for a moment he was a kid again. Placing his hands up to each side to balance himself he began to walk the bridge, imagining as if he was a great adventurer sent to traverse the harsh terrain of some imaginary kingdom that in his youth he would've declared himself the champion of, but alas he was on the verge of becoming an adult and his imagination failed him. It wasn't long before he made it to the other side of the ravine and into an even thicker thicket of forest.
A formidable wall of wood faced him as he grew near, another obstacle one must face to save the kingdom of ... Tatsuo thought and shook his head before throwing his pack in between one of the spaces in the trees. Delving into the twilight of the forest's cover and squeezing in himself. As he stepped into the now dim environment it would take his eyes a bit of time to adjust and who knew what he would see.
WC: 616
In the few years he spent away from these forests he grew to just above the height of the average man, standing at 5'11. On his back was his travel pack in which he carried with him always on treks, being prepared was important to the boy and while he may have went a bit overboard he liked to be ready for anything that the world would throw at him. Even if some of the things were a bit mundane. The pack on his back weighed in at nearly thirty pounds but it seemed to not hinder his movement much at all. He was tall and broad as an oak tree, and just as resilient, it would take more than some weight on his back to stop him.
After walking into a thick forested area he bobbed and weaved between the hanging branches, large rocks, and the occasional root which sought to trip up unsuspecting travelers. But Tatsuo was in his element, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded not only by the trees in which were the cornerstone of his abilities but surrounded by the natural energy which he possessed an unusual affinity to. After a short bout of treacherous travel Tatsuo found himself at a large ravine, sixty or seventy feet deep at first glance, but in the corner of his eyes he noticed a large tree that had fallen over the ravine.
He grinned almost childishly, back in his youth that tree would've been a great bridge in which many wars were fought on, this whole forest would be a kingdom filled of wonder and magic. As he grew older he found himself straying from the muses of a child's imagination, but every once in a while, when no one was around he'd let off the burden of being a shinobi. He had nothing to hide in a place like this. He made his way to the tree-bridge and hopped up on it, looking down at the fall below and shuddering but for a moment he was a kid again. Placing his hands up to each side to balance himself he began to walk the bridge, imagining as if he was a great adventurer sent to traverse the harsh terrain of some imaginary kingdom that in his youth he would've declared himself the champion of, but alas he was on the verge of becoming an adult and his imagination failed him. It wasn't long before he made it to the other side of the ravine and into an even thicker thicket of forest.
A formidable wall of wood faced him as he grew near, another obstacle one must face to save the kingdom of ... Tatsuo thought and shook his head before throwing his pack in between one of the spaces in the trees. Delving into the twilight of the forest's cover and squeezing in himself. As he stepped into the now dim environment it would take his eyes a bit of time to adjust and who knew what he would see.
WC: 616