Board Thread:Hidden Leaf Village/@comment-24937485-20191209230808

Participants

 * Zhiro Nisshoku
 * Tarou

The monks had healed him well but Zhiro’s arm was still feeling stiff and sore, and it hurt when he moved it with too much excitement. His skin was healing fast however, showing the beginnings of what surely would before a scar before he replaced the bandages and left his home without so much as a goodbye to anyone. Still he couldn’t avoid being surprised by a splash of water as he left the door. A nice little ‘gift’ of his little twin sisters who sat on the roof and waved him off with a smile while he cursed under his breath and set off with his Double-Bladed Katana in hand and too much on his mind.

The battle had been a savage one. It had almost been a week since then and Zhiro had not seen Tarou nor Arata. Zhiro had been occupying himself with training as much as he could and had not forgotten about the monks. When the time came he would surely revisit them. But he had a lot to do before then. After all, that gruesome battle had made clear just in how many areas he lacked when it came to the actual battlefield. He was proud with what he had accomplished but it simply wasn’t enough.

Those damned archers fighting him from a long range were a hassle, especially when striking him from unexpected angles. But how could he find a way to defend himself from all directions? It surely did sound impossible but that’s what made it all the more interesting.

As Zhiro arrived to the training grounds he dropped his weapon to the floor and took off his sandals and Haori, left standing only in black flak pants and the bandage around his shoulder and torso while a brisk wind through his ponytail. He closed his eyes and went back in thought to those moments of fighting the bandits in the forest. He remembered deflecting arrows, he remembered avoiding them, and… he remembered getting his while being locked in combat with another opponent. Why?

“Was it because I stood still?” 