A Wanderer's Open Eyes [Open][Travel]
Oct 20, 2009 0:26:16 GMT -7
Post by The Care Bear!! on Oct 20, 2009 0:26:16 GMT -7
So it was summer. Hakkyou used to love this season, back in the days between his exodus from the Fire country and full initiation into the Dhenada clan. In the land of thunder, though, some of the greatness of the season was taken out. He much preferred a land where grass flowed and leaves waved from far above him. Since he returned to the continent, He wasn't able to fully appreciate the lands, having gone to train in the art of the wakizashi. His training on hiatus for now, he decided it was time again to become acquainted with the lands.
And his aim was his very home. Not the continent to the south, but his birthplace. The land he, up till recently, had deep-seeded hatred and fear for. Who knew what would happen if a ninja patrol caught him in the lands. If only a single Hyuuga was in the group... His mind flashed to his time in Snow, to the young Hyuuga he killed in the village while passing by, and sighed faintly. She could have lived longer, if only she hadn't attacked.
Hakkyou took out his pipe and stood from the isolated land he was meditating in. He lit a substance inside it and took a moderate drag through it. All was mellow, all was good. He stretched lightly and went on his way. His way was south, to a land of much more... green than this place. The rocky terrain of this land wasn't too bad, no was its plains, but it just would never cut it for someone who grew up in konoha. His travel was light as always, usually sleeping in poorly attended barns if he couldn't convince someone to give him board by chores or a little money, but those that would deny him were few and far between.
His path south was slow, as he was in no hurry to be in any particular place in a while, and walked the roads openly, disguising his wakizashi inside his clothing. He made it very clear in his stature and the way he moved that he wasn't looking for a fight. Even at his slow pace, it didn't take him long to reach the border and cross, specifically avoiding the customs checks with a wide breadth and through a nice trek through the wilderness.
And his aim was his very home. Not the continent to the south, but his birthplace. The land he, up till recently, had deep-seeded hatred and fear for. Who knew what would happen if a ninja patrol caught him in the lands. If only a single Hyuuga was in the group... His mind flashed to his time in Snow, to the young Hyuuga he killed in the village while passing by, and sighed faintly. She could have lived longer, if only she hadn't attacked.
Hakkyou took out his pipe and stood from the isolated land he was meditating in. He lit a substance inside it and took a moderate drag through it. All was mellow, all was good. He stretched lightly and went on his way. His way was south, to a land of much more... green than this place. The rocky terrain of this land wasn't too bad, no was its plains, but it just would never cut it for someone who grew up in konoha. His travel was light as always, usually sleeping in poorly attended barns if he couldn't convince someone to give him board by chores or a little money, but those that would deny him were few and far between.
His path south was slow, as he was in no hurry to be in any particular place in a while, and walked the roads openly, disguising his wakizashi inside his clothing. He made it very clear in his stature and the way he moved that he wasn't looking for a fight. Even at his slow pace, it didn't take him long to reach the border and cross, specifically avoiding the customs checks with a wide breadth and through a nice trek through the wilderness.
