Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-26510601-20170423162327

It was just a regular day as usual for Versace, despite the strange nature of his family's recent move to Kōgakure life simply seemed to move on normally. A lot of his friends stayed back in Konoha, and the little things he heard from his mom and dad talking suggested that his friend's were basically stuck there. He, like everyone else had spent their lives growing in Konoha. The very idea that it was now just simply... gone and that they were somewhere else entirely didn't feel right. Typically, however, Versace didn't focus on those things too much as everyday life usually presented something good to get through with.

It was early in the morning, but Versace was already outside of his house with his usual tools about him. The only difference in them was simply the fact that Versace's swords, a simple katana and wakizashi, were replaced with partially blunted weapons that wouldn't cut anyone down during practice. Only leaving a deep cut at most to show where Versace would make his marks during practice and fighting. It would still hurt, but it was preferable to manslaughter by cutting someone's stomach opening. Yikes~

Versace was wearing his typical clothes, a simple green hoodie that complemented his emerald eyes, with some baggy black pants and simple geta.

Strangely enough it seemed as if Versace were getting around town, but if you looked at him he never seemed to be moving. Just slouching up against a wall or taking a quick nap. It was like a really shitty jump cut in some garbage emo music video, this is the best way to put it for those who caught him roving through town. Eventually he was outside before arriving at one of the two training fields in Kōgakure. It was pretty simple, just a little opening in the dense forest with enough room for people to do whatever they needed to do.

Normally, people came here to actually train and do what they could. Yet Versace was just sitting there like a pillock, almost napping as he just laid flat out on the ground. Perhaps a bit rude to the purpose of the ground itself, but no one else was here so far and he wasn't taking up too much room. If anyone had an issue they could fight him in the side of the fucking street. 