Way to go. [Training]

[Darasu]

It was a day perfect for training, as far as Darasu could taste in the air and feel in the breeze. A gentle wind picked up his snow white hair and tossed it out of his eyes, a handful of leaves danced infront of his face all the while he leaned his back and head against the trees stem. He had been napping in the small forest a few hours now, lazily going about his day from one nap to another in different locations about the village. As the sun began to make its way down the skyline now, he realized that his time was growing thinner and he had nearly wasted an entire day. With the effort of a man moving a boulder, Darasu heaped his body forward and yawned with a stretch and finally came to his feet.
He looked around the small forest with a dull expression and saw two squirrels playing tag in the distance, then further down the forest he could see a flurry of birds exit the confines of a bush thicket. He enjoyed these days among the forest, it was peaceful and seldom here.

Darasu leap off the branch with agility that was rare to someone of his age, but then again he had been trained to be a shinobi all his life by both family and community. Soaring down the twenty feet to the forest floor, he landed with grace and little discomfort. Not bad, jumps like that often hurt his feet with a dull smack. Another yawn erupted from him, and he began jogging forward out from the forest, and towards the village's maple town district itself...


276 Words, used for Training on 4/22

 

[Darasu]

"You'll need to move faster than that." His older brother's voice echoed, bouncing off the walls of their personal home dojo. Darasu had been pushed back from several strikes of a bokken, his feet sliding back a bit with each one that came into contact with his own. Each hammer of wood on wood contact causing a crackling sensation to ring through his hand and shake his bones, the palms of each become sore from the constant defensive maneuvers.
He was right though, Darasu was losing ground quickly.

Another overhead swing, causing the young Haku to bring his blade to a horizontal status and lose yet another inch of the mat, sliding back against the force of it all.
"No fair!" He growled, spinning the blade in hand as his brother drew back and he now held his own bokken in a reverse style. A simple swipe was dodged with ease by Tyrus who then crouched low and jumped forward with a final stabbing motion, driving the tip of his wooden sword into the rib cage of his brother with such force it cut flesh.

"GRRAHHH"Darasu cried out and dropped to the ground, holding his wound while trembling on his knees.

His brother shouldered his blade, and sighed before walking away disappointing.

212 used for training on 6/6/18