Golden hues of brazen rays peppered the Sunan landscape below, not the faintest wisp of cloudy respite loomed overhead. So many days were like this, many more were to come. But this was not a bad thing, depending on your particular outlook on life, theory and the like. Kaen may have been a bit biased as his status of Flame Court Hybrid left him presumably unaffected by the intense, arid heat of the desert sun. But he firmly believed it built strong character and hardened resolve came about from such prolonged exposure. The Hybrid held a certain affinity towards a truth he felt to be universal, this world was survival of the fittest. It was a game to be won, those with most pieces, or power in this analogy , were sure to be the victors. Now ones personal definition of what fittest or power meant varied from person to person, specie to specie, but in the end it all amounted to the same conclusion. And it just so happened this was the reason he was here today, here observing, a short distance away, atop a building.
With his body weight pressed upon the sturdy railing of the rooftop, Kaen would rest his forearms on it with his hands folded together. He was in a relaxed position with one leg raised slightly, lightly tapping his right foot against the rooftop underfoot. He was making no attempt at being secretive or stealthy, nor was he in any sort of uniform such as his Anbu getup. No, he was opting for something more comfortable that would go hand in hand with the equally comfortable day he was experiencing. An all black, long sleeved coat with a fur lining for the collar draped over a regular ole white t-shirt. Coupled with a pair of black pants that allowed for both comfort and flexibility. A thin tuft-like trail of smoke slowly rose from his lips as a loose cigarette burned dimly. A subtle inhale caused the tip to glow a dark amber before diminishing back to it's less colorful state. Another tendril of smoke bled away into the air above Kaen.
Why was he here, at the dojo of all places? Scouting of course! Tenken gave him very specific orders that he fully intended on following. He didn't give a specific set amount, thus Kaen would continue to collect his candidates until little more remained for either the medical, or main branch. Of course this was under the guise of the Anbu, which he was not dressed for. But it wouldn't be very inconspicuous of him to stroll about in his uniform and watch a bunch of kids training. No, his regular attire would suit the situation much better; and besides, lots of other people came around to check out the up-and-coming future of Sunagakure. Perhaps there would be a few interesting contenders that would display their talents and value.
And lo! A most intriguing scene was quickly unfolding within the dojo training grounds. The vast majority of the students training below seemed... Less thought provoking, rather dull really. But another pair had caught his attention, or rather another academy staff member pointed it out to him. A young and sprightly looking potential swordsman and been training most vigorously with the added difficulty of weights. Impressive for someone appearing so young. What's more is he didn't appear to have the same Sunan-born complexion most had around here. Another refugee perhaps? The other, concealing the lower portion of his face, seemed more in-tune with his reasoning and ingenuity. In truth Kaen had not seen very many puppet users, but from what he's been told it's quite difficult and only a select few ever truly master the art. Would this other contender become the master, or fall to the wayside like so many before him? Only time would tell, but not that much time it would appear. The tapping of his foot ceased suddenly as he felt a determination well up within the training grounds. It was something of a sixth sense for the Hybrid, the scent of battle was something he naturally could pick up on. It was almost an innate craving for him, one he had been attempting to suppress for some time now. His recent deal with Lord Sousuke had dissolved much of his avenues for this appetite. Yes, he was slaying many Unbent these days, but the common grunt was hardly anything exciting for him, he craved the thrill of the fight. And what better way to showcase their potential for recruitment than a front row seat to a sparring session? As they gave the sign for battle he would watch onward with baited breath and anticipation.
[OOC Spectating thread created and entered for this fight]
With his body weight pressed upon the sturdy railing of the rooftop, Kaen would rest his forearms on it with his hands folded together. He was in a relaxed position with one leg raised slightly, lightly tapping his right foot against the rooftop underfoot. He was making no attempt at being secretive or stealthy, nor was he in any sort of uniform such as his Anbu getup. No, he was opting for something more comfortable that would go hand in hand with the equally comfortable day he was experiencing. An all black, long sleeved coat with a fur lining for the collar draped over a regular ole white t-shirt. Coupled with a pair of black pants that allowed for both comfort and flexibility. A thin tuft-like trail of smoke slowly rose from his lips as a loose cigarette burned dimly. A subtle inhale caused the tip to glow a dark amber before diminishing back to it's less colorful state. Another tendril of smoke bled away into the air above Kaen.
Why was he here, at the dojo of all places? Scouting of course! Tenken gave him very specific orders that he fully intended on following. He didn't give a specific set amount, thus Kaen would continue to collect his candidates until little more remained for either the medical, or main branch. Of course this was under the guise of the Anbu, which he was not dressed for. But it wouldn't be very inconspicuous of him to stroll about in his uniform and watch a bunch of kids training. No, his regular attire would suit the situation much better; and besides, lots of other people came around to check out the up-and-coming future of Sunagakure. Perhaps there would be a few interesting contenders that would display their talents and value.
And lo! A most intriguing scene was quickly unfolding within the dojo training grounds. The vast majority of the students training below seemed... Less thought provoking, rather dull really. But another pair had caught his attention, or rather another academy staff member pointed it out to him. A young and sprightly looking potential swordsman and been training most vigorously with the added difficulty of weights. Impressive for someone appearing so young. What's more is he didn't appear to have the same Sunan-born complexion most had around here. Another refugee perhaps? The other, concealing the lower portion of his face, seemed more in-tune with his reasoning and ingenuity. In truth Kaen had not seen very many puppet users, but from what he's been told it's quite difficult and only a select few ever truly master the art. Would this other contender become the master, or fall to the wayside like so many before him? Only time would tell, but not that much time it would appear. The tapping of his foot ceased suddenly as he felt a determination well up within the training grounds. It was something of a sixth sense for the Hybrid, the scent of battle was something he naturally could pick up on. It was almost an innate craving for him, one he had been attempting to suppress for some time now. His recent deal with Lord Sousuke had dissolved much of his avenues for this appetite. Yes, he was slaying many Unbent these days, but the common grunt was hardly anything exciting for him, he craved the thrill of the fight. And what better way to showcase their potential for recruitment than a front row seat to a sparring session? As they gave the sign for battle he would watch onward with baited breath and anticipation.
[OOC Spectating thread created and entered for this fight]