From amidst the highest mountains within lightning country stood the young warrior. At this elevation, every breath was sharp, inhaling the coolest and most freshest air of the country. It also meant that his breathing was slow and shallow, due to the air pressure. This allowed for high levels of concentration, focus, and willpower. It had taken the youth days to reach the mountain peak and within sixty minutes he was already prepared to descend.
On his trek down, step by step, he would bruise the soft skin on his palms and toes. Each movement became more taxing to the next as beads of cold sweat formulated and froze on his forehead. Still, he never let up. In his mind, every little thing about life, had become his own personal training session. If he were to fail on his return to Kumogakure, it wouldn’t only convince him that he was unworthy to be considered Shinobi of their own.
Further and further down, more and more blood sweat and tears. Hoshi neared the halfway mark where a nice platform lay perfect for a rest. He was about ready to take a good break. Hoshi slid down to a slight jump, landing gracefully with silence on his toes. He placed a bloody palm to the floor to break his fall. He was crouched, still on his toes, knees fully bent. The black ponytail on his back fell over his right shoulder, as well as a few stubborn bangs which hovered over his pale hues.
“Kumo…”
Mizu: “Now is the time… young warrior.”
Hoshi: “Mizu-San.”
Hoshi looked at his somewhat large summon. His friend more than a battle companion. The two would nod at each other before leaping from mountain ledge. He was easily still a couple thousand feet in the air, but he feared not with his trusty comrade beside him. The two fell a great distance, traveling rather quickly to the base of the mountain.
Mizu: “The summoning time limit is drawing near Hoshi Sama. Allow me one final gesture before we part ways.”
Hoshi looked over to Mizu who began to weave a series of hand signs. Mizu prepared a grand waterfall technique with his right hand. The huge otter would then inhale with his core inflating largely from his deep breath. As he would breathe, Mizu would have imbued his own breath with high amounts of chakra. A flood gate seemed to have been removed as the result of his chakra release caused a rapid amount of rushing water to build a slide-like pathway to the ground.
Mizu: “Freeze over!”
Just before a thick cloud of grey smoke, a handed tiger seal with his left hand instantly froze the water he created. As he disappeared Hoshi Instantly realized what Mizu was doing. He continued to let himself free fall until he landed on the slide where he would lean accordingly as to enjoy a safe ride down to ground level.
He had finally made it. Finishing the slide he tapped one side of it with a hot finger, heated up by a small concentration of chakra. It burned a whole which gradually grew and would melt the slide slowly causing rainfall upon the vegetation below it.
Swiftly he took off darting toward the direction of home. The city gates. He longed to reach the Sileo and make his report from his search and training. It was around twenty minutes before he reached the mountain pass which began the entrance to his home village. After what seemed to be a decent run, he took a lift up to the stone gate rather than the long way.
He was able to catch his breath while he waited. At the same time, he pondered about his studies. While he was out, he also followed leads from a previous mission he encountered in fire country. A series of investigation left a book of clues which designated lightning country as the home base of operations for the crime lords he had been tailing. After a long search, his trail went cold. But he began to backtrack on all info he had as he awaited the ride up.
He favored a new set of clothing now. His attire from tourney had outgrown him. He now wore ditched the many weapons he once carried, only holding tight to his ninjato and the trusty kunai. He now wore a black nylon shirt, under a grey flak jacket vest. It was special in the sense that the right shoulder had a holster installed for his ninjato’s scabbard. He wore a pair of matching grey and black fitted hakamas, and a pair of lightweight shoes that seemed like a feathers for toes. Thick black hair rested on his back tied into loose hanging ponytail. The young Shinobi swung his napsack over his shoulder and opened his journal.
As he thumbed through his notes. He began to ponder on who could speak with about his findings. Of course, Ayumu-Sama would be most busy. His superior Kaji, would be his second thought, but alas, he could also be busy. At the gate the Shinobi offered the necessary documents and followed the normal procedures to enter. It had been a while since he had been home. It was no hiatus for sure. The boy had grown and matured for sure.
Hoshi cruised through the town, a bit of pep in his step. It wasn’t long before he was noticed and few people cheered him on, even though he suffered an agonizing loss to a missing Shinobi, it seemed his efforts was enough to rally the community. For that, he was glad, and he took very much pride in his village. After several bows, a few quotes and some signatures, the Shinobi was back home. He stood at the foot of the raikage office looking up, both hands on his hips. Before he turned around to hear a familiar voice.
On his trek down, step by step, he would bruise the soft skin on his palms and toes. Each movement became more taxing to the next as beads of cold sweat formulated and froze on his forehead. Still, he never let up. In his mind, every little thing about life, had become his own personal training session. If he were to fail on his return to Kumogakure, it wouldn’t only convince him that he was unworthy to be considered Shinobi of their own.
Further and further down, more and more blood sweat and tears. Hoshi neared the halfway mark where a nice platform lay perfect for a rest. He was about ready to take a good break. Hoshi slid down to a slight jump, landing gracefully with silence on his toes. He placed a bloody palm to the floor to break his fall. He was crouched, still on his toes, knees fully bent. The black ponytail on his back fell over his right shoulder, as well as a few stubborn bangs which hovered over his pale hues.
“Kumo…”
Mizu: “Now is the time… young warrior.”
Hoshi: “Mizu-San.”
Hoshi looked at his somewhat large summon. His friend more than a battle companion. The two would nod at each other before leaping from mountain ledge. He was easily still a couple thousand feet in the air, but he feared not with his trusty comrade beside him. The two fell a great distance, traveling rather quickly to the base of the mountain.
Mizu: “The summoning time limit is drawing near Hoshi Sama. Allow me one final gesture before we part ways.”
Hoshi looked over to Mizu who began to weave a series of hand signs. Mizu prepared a grand waterfall technique with his right hand. The huge otter would then inhale with his core inflating largely from his deep breath. As he would breathe, Mizu would have imbued his own breath with high amounts of chakra. A flood gate seemed to have been removed as the result of his chakra release caused a rapid amount of rushing water to build a slide-like pathway to the ground.
Mizu: “Freeze over!”
Just before a thick cloud of grey smoke, a handed tiger seal with his left hand instantly froze the water he created. As he disappeared Hoshi Instantly realized what Mizu was doing. He continued to let himself free fall until he landed on the slide where he would lean accordingly as to enjoy a safe ride down to ground level.
He had finally made it. Finishing the slide he tapped one side of it with a hot finger, heated up by a small concentration of chakra. It burned a whole which gradually grew and would melt the slide slowly causing rainfall upon the vegetation below it.
Swiftly he took off darting toward the direction of home. The city gates. He longed to reach the Sileo and make his report from his search and training. It was around twenty minutes before he reached the mountain pass which began the entrance to his home village. After what seemed to be a decent run, he took a lift up to the stone gate rather than the long way.
He was able to catch his breath while he waited. At the same time, he pondered about his studies. While he was out, he also followed leads from a previous mission he encountered in fire country. A series of investigation left a book of clues which designated lightning country as the home base of operations for the crime lords he had been tailing. After a long search, his trail went cold. But he began to backtrack on all info he had as he awaited the ride up.
He favored a new set of clothing now. His attire from tourney had outgrown him. He now wore ditched the many weapons he once carried, only holding tight to his ninjato and the trusty kunai. He now wore a black nylon shirt, under a grey flak jacket vest. It was special in the sense that the right shoulder had a holster installed for his ninjato’s scabbard. He wore a pair of matching grey and black fitted hakamas, and a pair of lightweight shoes that seemed like a feathers for toes. Thick black hair rested on his back tied into loose hanging ponytail. The young Shinobi swung his napsack over his shoulder and opened his journal.
As he thumbed through his notes. He began to ponder on who could speak with about his findings. Of course, Ayumu-Sama would be most busy. His superior Kaji, would be his second thought, but alas, he could also be busy. At the gate the Shinobi offered the necessary documents and followed the normal procedures to enter. It had been a while since he had been home. It was no hiatus for sure. The boy had grown and matured for sure.
Hoshi cruised through the town, a bit of pep in his step. It wasn’t long before he was noticed and few people cheered him on, even though he suffered an agonizing loss to a missing Shinobi, it seemed his efforts was enough to rally the community. For that, he was glad, and he took very much pride in his village. After several bows, a few quotes and some signatures, the Shinobi was back home. He stood at the foot of the raikage office looking up, both hands on his hips. Before he turned around to hear a familiar voice.