Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191106093346/@comment-24937485-20191202024954

'''“Exceptionally strong huh?” Zhiro repeated after Tarou, raising an eyebrow in mild disbelief. Not expecting much, he tied up his hair and pulled up his sleeves before heading over to the monks at work. This was where Tarou’s words proved true as the youth worked tooth and nail all through the night. And Zhiro, being who he was, couldn’t just fall behind like that. Busting his ass while working his inexperienced hands until blisters were bleeding, Zhiro kept working. He got lost in the job entirely and had not noticed people starting to head to bed. He was tapped on the shoulder several times but ignored it as he kept swinging his hammer. Covered in sweat and past the point of exhaustion, Zhiro finally gave in and collapsed on top of a pile of wood. '''

'''He was woken up little more than an hour later to the sound of battlehorns roaring over the temple grounds. They were here already? Damnit! '''

'''Zhiro dragged himself up onto his feet and stumbled for a few steps before his youthful body found the energy to run into the temple, rushing upstairs to where they ate, which was where he retrieved Luna. He discarded his sandals and the two sheaths of his double-bladed katana right then and there before rushing back outside to the sound of a loud voice amplified by some kind of means. “A jutsu to make his voice louder?”. Zhiro wondered for a moment before ignoring the thought. All the while smashing his hammer last night Zhiro had observed the surroundings whenever his muscles were forced to take a break. He wasn’t a specialist or anything when it came to using the terrain, but he was a Genin of  Konoha. The forests were where he spent a lot of time training during the Academy days. '''

'''Again, he began to run while arrows began to soar back and forth. He saw Tarou with a lance in hand and considered shouting after him, before remembering what Tarou had said about his sick mother. Zhiro couldn’t put him into the danger that he was about to put himself in. The headstrong Genin had devised a ‘plan’ of sorts. He was going to prove himself no matter what. His white haori was tied around his waist, leaving his chest exposed, as he ran barefoot.'''

'''With that, Zhiro had finished running to the side of the temple where he had spotted a small hole under the wall. He threw himself to the floor, feet first, and slid through thanks to his lean frame which barely managed to fit. Finding himself surrounded by thick bushes, and covered in dirt which served as pseudo-camouflage, Zhiro used one hand to push the small branches aside carefully while slowly making his way forward. He stopped just before leaving the bush, scanning around to see if he could spot any enemies. If not, he would take a sprint to a nearby tree and hid behind it as he attempted to make his way behind enemy lines and circle around them. '''​​​​​​​