Traveling. [O or whatever]
Oct 12, 2012 18:03:14 GMT -7
Post by ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ on Oct 12, 2012 18:03:14 GMT -7
Location of previous training: narutoforumrp.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=villageofstone&action=display&thread=90164
3/5
Making his way towards one of the ports of the Land of Earth, Tenyut thought back to the small booklet he'd read of the Santoryu master living there. A dark man, who opened his eyes only to kill. A boat, made of corpses bound by clever and dark Charka. Striding steadily through the rocky and mountainous land, Tenyut's ground-eating stride cut the miles slowly down. The Buredeno kenseijin master who followed him, held on by payment, was reluctant, but that was no matter. He planned to leave him once he reached the port anyway.
Upon reaching a small borderland town, they commissioned a carriage through the clever usage of a blade-point. Sitting in the back of the carriage, the rickety wooden construct rattling and shaking along the dirt path, Tenyut sat in the Indian stance. Inhaling slowly through his nose, exhaling through the mouth, he attempted to have the world fade around him. The constant jolting and rattling made the process more difficult, but the pounding of wheels on dirt slowly faded to a dull roar. The jolting of the cart felt lighter, less harsh on his body. The sounds and sensations around him slowly blurred, before fading entirely, and the Shitakuma sat alone in the silence.
Upon arrival, he was shaken from his trance. Leaving the cart, he strode easily to the docks, looking to commission a boat to the Land of Fire. Finding a small merchant ship willing to make the journey, he paid them, and climbed aboard. Sitting at the bow, he again sat in his meditative stance, ears pricked open for any sound.
Move to Land of Fire, please.
3/5
Making his way towards one of the ports of the Land of Earth, Tenyut thought back to the small booklet he'd read of the Santoryu master living there. A dark man, who opened his eyes only to kill. A boat, made of corpses bound by clever and dark Charka. Striding steadily through the rocky and mountainous land, Tenyut's ground-eating stride cut the miles slowly down. The Buredeno kenseijin master who followed him, held on by payment, was reluctant, but that was no matter. He planned to leave him once he reached the port anyway.
Upon reaching a small borderland town, they commissioned a carriage through the clever usage of a blade-point. Sitting in the back of the carriage, the rickety wooden construct rattling and shaking along the dirt path, Tenyut sat in the Indian stance. Inhaling slowly through his nose, exhaling through the mouth, he attempted to have the world fade around him. The constant jolting and rattling made the process more difficult, but the pounding of wheels on dirt slowly faded to a dull roar. The jolting of the cart felt lighter, less harsh on his body. The sounds and sensations around him slowly blurred, before fading entirely, and the Shitakuma sat alone in the silence.
Upon arrival, he was shaken from his trance. Leaving the cart, he strode easily to the docks, looking to commission a boat to the Land of Fire. Finding a small merchant ship willing to make the journey, he paid them, and climbed aboard. Sitting at the bow, he again sat in his meditative stance, ears pricked open for any sound.
Move to Land of Fire, please.
