A gentle breeze drifted across the grass of Kitsune park carrying with it the scent of nature as well as the songs of the few birds that stubbornly called out in the middle of the afternoon. Off to the eastern side of the park stood a young man, blonde locks moved from side to side as they were caught up in the slightly shifting wind. He stared down towards his hands, in one was a length of dark fabric and in the other was a single glove emblazoned with a small sealing jutsu. He took a breath, no clear emotion evident on his face as he dwelt on the equipment in hand before looking back over to the sheer face of the park wall.
Taped up against the wall was a large scroll, opened wide to reveal a series of intricately drawn symbols, each one encircled in a sealing pattern. It hung reasonably high above the head of the academy student with only the bottom most portion being within reach – thankfully it seemed to be holding fast despite the odd rustle.
Daisuke took another breath before raising his hands to his face, swiftly fastening the fabric to cover his already closed eyes – ensuring his blindness for this section of the training. The two ends of the fabric interlaced, forming a tight knot at the back of his head; with one quick pull the student concluded that the tightness of the blindfold was at the level he wished for. A moment passed as the Minamoto listened to the sounds around him, taking in the environment as he attempted to centre himself in his surroundings – of course this was hard but he continued to try nonetheless. He touched the two middle fingers of his right hand to its palm which released subtle puff of smoke, within moments he was clutching three dark-metal shuriken. He turned so his left side was facing the wall and the right out into the park and pressed his left hand against the scroll.
Three short logs shot out from the heightened scroll, sailing through the air. Daisuke listened to try and hear the change in the air around him, but could only vaguely hear the sound of moving objects. He sighed and waited further, until the first dull thud of one of the logs hit the ground. His head turned instinctively as his right hand shot out to release on of the shuriken. The student’s aim seemed to hold true as his ears picked up on the sharp impact of metal on wood – the first shuriken had sunk itself into the first log to land. There wasn’t any more time to think as another hit the ground. Daisuke turned and threw the next shuriken only to be met with the noise of slicing grass and a short thud in the dirt. The third landed, he turned and went through the attacking motion again. Thankfully, this time he found his target, but only just as it stuck into the very edge of the wood. Not too bad.
[WC: 509]
[MFT]
Taped up against the wall was a large scroll, opened wide to reveal a series of intricately drawn symbols, each one encircled in a sealing pattern. It hung reasonably high above the head of the academy student with only the bottom most portion being within reach – thankfully it seemed to be holding fast despite the odd rustle.
Daisuke took another breath before raising his hands to his face, swiftly fastening the fabric to cover his already closed eyes – ensuring his blindness for this section of the training. The two ends of the fabric interlaced, forming a tight knot at the back of his head; with one quick pull the student concluded that the tightness of the blindfold was at the level he wished for. A moment passed as the Minamoto listened to the sounds around him, taking in the environment as he attempted to centre himself in his surroundings – of course this was hard but he continued to try nonetheless. He touched the two middle fingers of his right hand to its palm which released subtle puff of smoke, within moments he was clutching three dark-metal shuriken. He turned so his left side was facing the wall and the right out into the park and pressed his left hand against the scroll.
Three short logs shot out from the heightened scroll, sailing through the air. Daisuke listened to try and hear the change in the air around him, but could only vaguely hear the sound of moving objects. He sighed and waited further, until the first dull thud of one of the logs hit the ground. His head turned instinctively as his right hand shot out to release on of the shuriken. The student’s aim seemed to hold true as his ears picked up on the sharp impact of metal on wood – the first shuriken had sunk itself into the first log to land. There wasn’t any more time to think as another hit the ground. Daisuke turned and threw the next shuriken only to be met with the noise of slicing grass and a short thud in the dirt. The third landed, he turned and went through the attacking motion again. Thankfully, this time he found his target, but only just as it stuck into the very edge of the wood. Not too bad.
[WC: 509]
[MFT]