Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-34754862-20170501222756/@comment-34754862-20170501222807

Hanzo was pretty much silent in his bed room at about 7 pm, his mind wrapped around many things, one being getting stronger to fulfil the role of Takahiro’s right hand man. Shouka wasn’t the only one who felt unready to take such a position. Hanzo felt this as well as he knew he had a lot to learn still, but he didn’t show the weakness. In fact Hanzo believed that showing weakness was the root of defeat and Hanzo despised defeat. Finally snapping out of his own thoughts he stood up and mentioned to himself “I don’t have time to sit around and ponder in my own thoughts, I have to get stronger.”

Leaving his bed as his attire never changed, it consisting of the same, this time he carried his Katana on his back the hilt revealed behind his left shoulder. The moment he left, his father and mother noticed the look in his eyes, they instantly thought ‘it's one of those days.’ You see there was days where Hanzo felt like everything was caving around him, and that his training and progress was becoming slower by the day. He wanted to increase his abilities and surpass all those who doubted his potential, even though most of his clan praised him for his ability at such a young age. Though it was nowhere near in comparison of what Takahiro could do. He walked out the house and continued to walk through civilization, his mind wrapped around getting stronger and the next jutsu he was planning on learning.

The scroll was already inside his pouch as he shortly arrived at the training grounds. His eyes dashed towards the scene behind him as the sun was setting at this point, the time being 7:30 pm. He loved the view, but kept his focus on his priorities. Pulling the scroll from his pouch he began to inspect it and attempted to absorb the knowledge he needed to use this Jutsu. This was the clone great explosion technique, a very useful move which worked in terms of diversion in a form of offensive capabilities. Standing at the training grounds he continued to read the scroll, his focus stuck on the scroll until he understood more of what it requested.