Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170709044033

It was an early morning in Konoha, the wind was cold, the sun had barely risen but the spirit of Konoha was still going strong as Michirama Senju made his way to one of the many training grounds of Konoha. The streets were basically empty at this time of the day, the only people around were shinobi on duty and shopkeepers opening up for the day as well as the occasional person walking their dog or enjoying the quiet early mornings.

Michirama's appearance was nothing standoutish for the most part. He had messy blond hair that was past his ears, pale skin and dressed in casual clothing; mid length pants, standard issue sandals and a sleeveless black hoodie. He also had a small pouch strapped to his left leg. He carried an old and battered katana in his right hand rested against his shoulder. The most interesting part about this boy was his strange purple, ripple patterned eyes.

Michirama arrived at the training grounds at roughly 8:30am. He spent some time warming up before drawing his blade. Michirama didn't strap his scabbard to his side like most people did, instead, he continued holding the scabbard in his left hand while using the katana single handed with his right hand. He channelled the chakra from his person and into his blade with the Flying Swallow technique. He attempted to focus the chakra around the blade's length and gradually increase the extended length. It wasn't very stable but it was progress. 