Fujikawa Jirou is sitting underneath a large Houkisugi tree reading a book on ninjutsu, from his expressions that one would notice should they see him. He’d seem quite interested in the subject matter and contents of the book, his mind being quite immersed as his back is leaned up against the tree his legs somewhat crossed lazily. He is clearly relaxed, to his right a gourd sits of which he ever so often takes a sip.
In between flipping a page now and then he would observe his surroundings with a curious gaze, his mouth shaping up into a crescent smile. He notes the deep blue sky and the lush green field of which makes up the training grounds. Jirou can’t seem to stop thinking about his recent acceptance to the academy, including the many hopes of which he has to make friends there and meet potential teammates. As these thoughts crossed his mind the tree’s branches sway side to side in the wind, not strongly but enough for it to make a nice relaxing sound.
In between flipping a page now and then he would observe his surroundings with a curious gaze, his mouth shaping up into a crescent smile. He notes the deep blue sky and the lush green field of which makes up the training grounds. Jirou can’t seem to stop thinking about his recent acceptance to the academy, including the many hopes of which he has to make friends there and meet potential teammates. As these thoughts crossed his mind the tree’s branches sway side to side in the wind, not strongly but enough for it to make a nice relaxing sound.