Ryuichi had woken up at dawn just as his father left to get to his boat, just as every other day. However, today was different. Today marked his first day of official training with Eru Uri. For the most part his body had recovered from the physically intensive initial meeting with the man aside from a lingering soreness from overexertion of his muscles, but that was a feeling one needs to get used to when pushing themselves every day. Ryuichi quickly started gathering things he needed for however long Uri wanted to keep him from home.
It started with his mother's old blade that had very little ninja-combat capabilities. Something even his dad didn't know about, so he could take safely. He also took a necklace with a silver feather charm dangling from it's small chain, which was given as a birthday gift from a random kid he knew a few years ago that eventually left with his parents on a trading trip, since he wasn't going into the academy. The last thing he decided to bring was his mom's very last journal which was his favorite by far, talking about his time as a baby, and when his mom seemed to show signs of longing for the ninja life. It helped him believe she was out there somewhere completing missions with ease, and all so she could eventually come back to him with countless stories.
This thought used to move Ryuichi to tears when he was in an emotional mood, but today his expression was that of a well-honed determination. Starting today HE would be the one to be making the stories. He would train to become an elite, and surpass even his mother, who was supposedly high-chuunin/low jounin level in terms of power in her prime.
In any case, Ryuichi had to leave behind a note for his closest friend, who had cut connections for the past couple weeks due to honing in on training, and his own single-day tutoring that he had to prepare for. Needless to say, plans have changed.
'Chiomi.
I'm sorry to say it, but my old man insists that I spend time trying out his craft before fully deciding on being a ninja. He rented a much bigger boat and will be taking me on a trip that has an uncertain length.
All I know is that he prepared enough dried food for months.
I'm sorry for this being short notice, but I'll be back eventually.
Ya better show me how strong ya are when I can see!
~Otani Ruichi'
This seemed like a good cover. His dad already knew he'd be gone for a while on a supposed "test mission" and he couldn't care less, and since he always leaves at dawn there's no way for him and his close friend to run into each other, and prove this wrong. He snuck by Chiomi's house, and threw his note into a slightly open window in the form of a paper plane before running towards the colosseum, and in turn his new mentor.
A few minutes of running later, he finds himself in Shinbatsu's path, where he looked all over the now empty grounds looking for Uri. Not seeing him right away, he decided to sit beside the large obsidian statue of Shinbatsu, and go through every basic handsign in an effort to memorize and ingrain each one into his head. As he went he muttered the name of each hand sign as follows.
"Ox, monkey, hare, rat, bird, horse, tiger, dog, serpent....erm..." He held his hand in the serpent stance for a few moments trying to remember the next hand seal that he should memorize. "...Dragon?" He says, putting his hands into the correct position, aside from the misplaced pinky fingers, which were crossed over one another rather than pointed downwards.
Training does not feel comfortable when you have no direction to aim for.
[post:1/5]
[wc: 657]
It started with his mother's old blade that had very little ninja-combat capabilities. Something even his dad didn't know about, so he could take safely. He also took a necklace with a silver feather charm dangling from it's small chain, which was given as a birthday gift from a random kid he knew a few years ago that eventually left with his parents on a trading trip, since he wasn't going into the academy. The last thing he decided to bring was his mom's very last journal which was his favorite by far, talking about his time as a baby, and when his mom seemed to show signs of longing for the ninja life. It helped him believe she was out there somewhere completing missions with ease, and all so she could eventually come back to him with countless stories.
This thought used to move Ryuichi to tears when he was in an emotional mood, but today his expression was that of a well-honed determination. Starting today HE would be the one to be making the stories. He would train to become an elite, and surpass even his mother, who was supposedly high-chuunin/low jounin level in terms of power in her prime.
In any case, Ryuichi had to leave behind a note for his closest friend, who had cut connections for the past couple weeks due to honing in on training, and his own single-day tutoring that he had to prepare for. Needless to say, plans have changed.
'Chiomi.
I'm sorry to say it, but my old man insists that I spend time trying out his craft before fully deciding on being a ninja. He rented a much bigger boat and will be taking me on a trip that has an uncertain length.
All I know is that he prepared enough dried food for months.
I'm sorry for this being short notice, but I'll be back eventually.
Ya better show me how strong ya are when I can see!
~Otani Ruichi'
This seemed like a good cover. His dad already knew he'd be gone for a while on a supposed "test mission" and he couldn't care less, and since he always leaves at dawn there's no way for him and his close friend to run into each other, and prove this wrong. He snuck by Chiomi's house, and threw his note into a slightly open window in the form of a paper plane before running towards the colosseum, and in turn his new mentor.
A few minutes of running later, he finds himself in Shinbatsu's path, where he looked all over the now empty grounds looking for Uri. Not seeing him right away, he decided to sit beside the large obsidian statue of Shinbatsu, and go through every basic handsign in an effort to memorize and ingrain each one into his head. As he went he muttered the name of each hand sign as follows.
"Ox, monkey, hare, rat, bird, horse, tiger, dog, serpent....erm..." He held his hand in the serpent stance for a few moments trying to remember the next hand seal that he should memorize. "...Dragon?" He says, putting his hands into the correct position, aside from the misplaced pinky fingers, which were crossed over one another rather than pointed downwards.
Training does not feel comfortable when you have no direction to aim for.
[post:1/5]
[wc: 657]