Soft steps barely audible over the sound of the breeze dancing through the bright green leaves. The strongest of them stayed and fought against the tremendous force as the weaker stems snapped and forced the leaves to twirl through the wind as they fell to their demise. This could be viewed as a metaphor for the very Academy that Hisame would be joining. If he was strong he would survive, but if not he would wilt in the wind. This was something he knew to be true but still he wanted to take on the path of the Shinobi.
The dew on the grass simmered as the air had yet to be to hot to retain most of the moisture of the morning sun. His cold skin welcomed the cooler light of the morning sun. It's harshness would not harm but simply kiss the skin if anyone out and about at this hour. The sun was just now peaking up over the horizon, but this was the preferred time for the boy to train. Soft chirps of distant birds and the buzzing nearby insects added to the beautiful morning.
Slim delicate fingers would pull the long warm brown hair up into a knot before a slim senbon was slid through to hold it in place. The soft effeminate gram of the boys appeared to match that if a young girls and his apparel also hinted at that fact. A soft blue tunic with golden tan trimming hung loosely on his body while a pair of deeper blue pants covered most if his legs. The clothing was rather asymmetric as the sleeved were different lengths and as were the pant legs. This was something the boy favoured, as symmetry would only emphasis his natural grace.
Letting out a sigh he slung a large scroll which was hanging around his should up to his hands. Gently sitting down the boy would open his scroll and begin to read. This was a common sight. A boy and his studies.
The dew on the grass simmered as the air had yet to be to hot to retain most of the moisture of the morning sun. His cold skin welcomed the cooler light of the morning sun. It's harshness would not harm but simply kiss the skin if anyone out and about at this hour. The sun was just now peaking up over the horizon, but this was the preferred time for the boy to train. Soft chirps of distant birds and the buzzing nearby insects added to the beautiful morning.
Slim delicate fingers would pull the long warm brown hair up into a knot before a slim senbon was slid through to hold it in place. The soft effeminate gram of the boys appeared to match that if a young girls and his apparel also hinted at that fact. A soft blue tunic with golden tan trimming hung loosely on his body while a pair of deeper blue pants covered most if his legs. The clothing was rather asymmetric as the sleeved were different lengths and as were the pant legs. This was something the boy favoured, as symmetry would only emphasis his natural grace.
Letting out a sigh he slung a large scroll which was hanging around his should up to his hands. Gently sitting down the boy would open his scroll and begin to read. This was a common sight. A boy and his studies.