Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-26510601-20160314132554/@comment-26510601-20160314195836

The boy stood there for some moments, frozen as only his eyes moved, drifting from one painting to the next. Becoming indulged by the little moments he had left with what innocence he had in his macabre life, Ieyasu went over to his drawer and began to pull out the kimono and split hakama he commonly wore, quickly putting them on and tying his obi around his waist to make sure none of it came loose.

Then, he picked up the tools he had been given since his graduation before he grabbed his door and slid it to the side. Stepping out, Ieyasu’s eyes met with the thin walls of his hallway. With haste, Ieyasu headed down the hallway and turned off to the right to come into the kitchen where his father was busy making breakfast for the two. Ieyasu set down his bag near the table he sat down at. It was rather low, but with good reasoning as instead of chairs there were cushions which Ieyasu and his father kneeled on to have a proper seat.