The day was early, Hoshi the previous day set out a bunch of flyers. This was his usual method of giving younger or growing Shinobi a chance to learn. He was blessed with so much knowledge from his seven years as a Shinobi. Although the boy was only fifteen, he was seen as a man among his elders and peers. His body was beginning to fill out, as he grew taller closer to five foot six now, and weighing a hefty one hundred and fifty pounds. He was still lean and cut, he looked weaker than he appeared. He blamed the hyuuga trait for that.
He awaited atop a hill, located in the Seki district. In his hand, he was thumbing through a book listing a long sheet of boosters around the neighborhood. Apparently some knuckleheads were using chakra as a means to come up on the civilians. Hoshi wasn’t liking the idea at all, but he also deemed this a worthy chance to share his elite tracking skills. The eyes of the hyuuga never failed, not a single time.
Upon the letter it would read:
“Lesson at the hill! Come one, come all! Learn the ways of a hunter! Here you will become an excellent tracker!”
His ways in the anbu lead him to become one. A hunter, a finder, a searcher. This was necessary trait for a Shinobi. He hoped to find some good candidates. The lesson he had planned out were to follow the basic procedures to tracking a target. With that he would use last known location, a small description, and maybe an item previously held by the person if he could attain such an object.
In the moment, Hoshi realized that his name was begging to thunder around town as the youngest elect to fight in the world martial arts tournament.
Wc 306
He awaited atop a hill, located in the Seki district. In his hand, he was thumbing through a book listing a long sheet of boosters around the neighborhood. Apparently some knuckleheads were using chakra as a means to come up on the civilians. Hoshi wasn’t liking the idea at all, but he also deemed this a worthy chance to share his elite tracking skills. The eyes of the hyuuga never failed, not a single time.
Upon the letter it would read:
“Lesson at the hill! Come one, come all! Learn the ways of a hunter! Here you will become an excellent tracker!”
His ways in the anbu lead him to become one. A hunter, a finder, a searcher. This was necessary trait for a Shinobi. He hoped to find some good candidates. The lesson he had planned out were to follow the basic procedures to tracking a target. With that he would use last known location, a small description, and maybe an item previously held by the person if he could attain such an object.
In the moment, Hoshi realized that his name was begging to thunder around town as the youngest elect to fight in the world martial arts tournament.
Wc 306