The morning started as any other. The dank humidity of living underground being the first and most powerful trait the old Shinobi noticed as soon as his senses acclimated to his surroundings. In his own humble abode he could feel the cool stone below his bare feet when he shifted from bed. The smell of spices drifted through his place and helped stave off any of the usual odors associated with a man living alone. One large hand reached up to rub his chin and it was met with rough stubble. "Again?"
Raijin's voice was rough and cracked upon the words he had intended for himself. Water was now needed. And it didn't take long for him to capture a glass of water.
Then he found himself moving through his morning routines. Stretching, a light workout, his morning cleaning rituals and then his meal. All in all, it only took about forty-five minutes and he was moving fairly quick. Today was the beginning of a new assignment. The aged veteran had been assigned to guard the Kazekage-Steward himself. For days Raijin had been updating himself on everything he thought would be necessary for guarding their leader. Which, when he was honest, was only a few things. Mostly because he didn't know what to expect out of the Kage or any would-be assassins.
So he went with the basics. The majority of that being him making sure his fighting style, which revolves around the defense of another person as opposed to self-defense, was up to par. Which it was.
When he exited his own place Raijin was thrust into the Sunan underground. An artificially lit cavern that seemed to always be an affront on his eyes. Perhaps he was just getting old?
"No time for such doubts," he mumbled to himself as he headed for the Kazekage Tower. He wanted to be on time. So it didn't take long for the older gentleman to make his way to the tower. Even though he was larger than average it seemed he was adequately fleet of foot as well. It had served him well over his many years spent defending others. Upon arrival he was sent straight up to where he was supposed to be. "Sort of nice." He said as he wandered up a plainly decorated hallway. "Usually takes forever to get in here."
A few more turns and twist and he found himself where he belonged. The large doorway standing between himself and his next stage in life was slightly unsettling. The threshold to greater pain, or so his mind involuntarily put forth, was standing there and ready. It was time to cross it and find his fate. With a short breath, he pushed forward and into the room. What he would find, he could only guess....
Raijin's voice was rough and cracked upon the words he had intended for himself. Water was now needed. And it didn't take long for him to capture a glass of water.
Then he found himself moving through his morning routines. Stretching, a light workout, his morning cleaning rituals and then his meal. All in all, it only took about forty-five minutes and he was moving fairly quick. Today was the beginning of a new assignment. The aged veteran had been assigned to guard the Kazekage-Steward himself. For days Raijin had been updating himself on everything he thought would be necessary for guarding their leader. Which, when he was honest, was only a few things. Mostly because he didn't know what to expect out of the Kage or any would-be assassins.
So he went with the basics. The majority of that being him making sure his fighting style, which revolves around the defense of another person as opposed to self-defense, was up to par. Which it was.
When he exited his own place Raijin was thrust into the Sunan underground. An artificially lit cavern that seemed to always be an affront on his eyes. Perhaps he was just getting old?
"No time for such doubts," he mumbled to himself as he headed for the Kazekage Tower. He wanted to be on time. So it didn't take long for the older gentleman to make his way to the tower. Even though he was larger than average it seemed he was adequately fleet of foot as well. It had served him well over his many years spent defending others. Upon arrival he was sent straight up to where he was supposed to be. "Sort of nice." He said as he wandered up a plainly decorated hallway. "Usually takes forever to get in here."
A few more turns and twist and he found himself where he belonged. The large doorway standing between himself and his next stage in life was slightly unsettling. The threshold to greater pain, or so his mind involuntarily put forth, was standing there and ready. It was time to cross it and find his fate. With a short breath, he pushed forward and into the room. What he would find, he could only guess....