In recent times the Medical Sennin finds her lingering about the academy grounds strengthening, returning to a previous time where a majority of her day spread to the newer generations. Gradually the maiden leaps upon the courtyard wall, pacing forward with hands clasped behind her back. Mikasa's ocean blue hues scan the turf, surveying the land for any signs of students; as far as she were aware, class was not in session. Pausing, the maidens hand extends outwards to illuminate a teal hue, pulsating outwards to spread an emotional barrier within grounds. The kunoichi's emotion projections were the result of the fortunate heritage she were, Empathetic, a rarity in the realm of shinobi, yet one capable to understand surface emotions while projecting there own.
Those within the immediate vicinity would be met with a sense of joy, subtle, however bubbly never the least. Springing forward her frame maneuvers gracefully to land upon the emerald terra below. To the woman's immediate left was a training pond, without any thought chakra coats her leather boots as she strolls towards the middle. In the rear of her thoughts, Mikasa banks on the notion of attracting an individuals interest in hopes of conversing while teaching one of the more common techniques. A miniature lesson without necessarily being considering a dull learning experience.
Casually her boot lifts to strut against the waters surface, springing forward a light mist to ripple outwards, "Far too quiet, perhaps this is free studying time?" she inquires aloud. Truth to be told, Mikasa taught numerous lessons on the grounds, yet on this day she felt foreign to the notion of the academy due to the nearing graduation of the many bright student population. Tilting her head back, her gaze aims towards the sky and soon enough she becomes lost in thought.
Those within the immediate vicinity would be met with a sense of joy, subtle, however bubbly never the least. Springing forward her frame maneuvers gracefully to land upon the emerald terra below. To the woman's immediate left was a training pond, without any thought chakra coats her leather boots as she strolls towards the middle. In the rear of her thoughts, Mikasa banks on the notion of attracting an individuals interest in hopes of conversing while teaching one of the more common techniques. A miniature lesson without necessarily being considering a dull learning experience.
Casually her boot lifts to strut against the waters surface, springing forward a light mist to ripple outwards, "Far too quiet, perhaps this is free studying time?" she inquires aloud. Truth to be told, Mikasa taught numerous lessons on the grounds, yet on this day she felt foreign to the notion of the academy due to the nearing graduation of the many bright student population. Tilting her head back, her gaze aims towards the sky and soon enough she becomes lost in thought.
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