Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26068742-20170801025837/@comment-24714922-20170801032308

Michirama was busy cleaning his katana. The reason why it's old and battered blade had lasted so long was due to the care it received once it had been given to him. Michirama was almost religious about caring for the blade but he knew that it was only a matter of time until the blade was forced to retire. As he slowly began to sheath his blade he heard a knock at the door, something that didn't happen very often. He fully sheathed his blade and made his way to the door, thankful that his father wasn't home at the moment. When he opened the door he was surprised to see Deucalion, the Uchiha boy he'd managed to knock out pretty easily last time they had met. "Deucalion right? Whats up? It's been a while" Michirama was already dressed so he simply closed the door behind him and began to make his way down the street, no doubt with Deu in tow. He shifted his Katana to his left hand and leant it against his left shoulder as he walked.