The gate had something of a traditional entrance to a Shinto shrine. While not a torii its top arched gracefully. Below ran a thick beam connecting the two pillars that kept the arc raised up to the heavens. Smaller pillars made of stone formed a ghost of fence as they stood on the gate’s sides. Three on the left and seven on the right. Remnants of times long passed. Shizuka sat on the third one - right side. Her eyes scanned the area ahead while she tightened their village’s symbol around her upper left arm. At times she wore in on her forehead, but mostly it clung to her arm or waist. Due to some reason she found it more comfortable that way. Even if it moved a bit together with the black sleeve when a fight got too intense. At least it wouldn’t end up sliding in front of her eyes and killing her in the process.
Checking the pockets of her flack jacket she made sure that both the shuriken as her favorite pair of brass knuckles she called ‘Classics’ were with her. The hammer, a slim warhammer with flat sides and a long handle, named Don stood against the pillar she was sitting on. These were the weapons she planned to use today. However, ninjutsu wasn’t out of the question. Of course, he wanted to test his sword skills, but whenever one stepped outside of classes odds were rarely fair.
“Good morning,” she called out when the dark haired guy made his appearance. Hopefully he’s had some sleep. Then again, with him heading home with the intention to get to the bottom of things which included his ancestral ghost.. she had her doubts. In any case, they were here now and the sun was steadily climbing the sky.
With a quick push of her right foot she was on her way to land in the grass surrounding the pillars. Considering her sitting spot hadn’t been all that height up in the air, she landed lightly and without the need to roll.
Motioning toward the warhammer in the back, the young Chunin smiled. “Don’s my favorite when it comes down to short distance..” The other toys he would have to discover on his own.
“Let’s get started,” she suggested while picking up Don by the handle. “unless you want to share something on that sword of yours.”
Had his mother let him go with it or had he taken it without her permission, again?
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Checking the pockets of her flack jacket she made sure that both the shuriken as her favorite pair of brass knuckles she called ‘Classics’ were with her. The hammer, a slim warhammer with flat sides and a long handle, named Don stood against the pillar she was sitting on. These were the weapons she planned to use today. However, ninjutsu wasn’t out of the question. Of course, he wanted to test his sword skills, but whenever one stepped outside of classes odds were rarely fair.
“Good morning,” she called out when the dark haired guy made his appearance. Hopefully he’s had some sleep. Then again, with him heading home with the intention to get to the bottom of things which included his ancestral ghost.. she had her doubts. In any case, they were here now and the sun was steadily climbing the sky.
With a quick push of her right foot she was on her way to land in the grass surrounding the pillars. Considering her sitting spot hadn’t been all that height up in the air, she landed lightly and without the need to roll.
Motioning toward the warhammer in the back, the young Chunin smiled. “Don’s my favorite when it comes down to short distance..” The other toys he would have to discover on his own.
“Let’s get started,” she suggested while picking up Don by the handle. “unless you want to share something on that sword of yours.”
Had his mother let him go with it or had he taken it without her permission, again?
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416|1,500 Words