Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170821223247/@comment-24714922-20170822001558

Michirama, now standing out on the roof of his small home with a renewed drive to hunt down the Dear Masked Man, would look out over Konoha. Come find me. Michirama was force to ponder on the existence of Death, he seemed to only contact Michirama in his dreams, when he wasn’t conscious but in order to move forward Michirama needed to find him while awake, but how? Michirama had an idea, however vague and dumb it seemed.

Michirama would take a seat on the roof of his house, crossing his legs and placing his hands on his knees, the young Senju would close his eyes and start breathing in long, controlled breaths. IT was hard, Michirama was rarely the meditating type; he did it from time to time as a chakra control exercise but never to communicate with a figure from his dreams. He would focus solely on his breathing until slowly his awareness of the outside world began to fade and his consciousness and sub-consciousness began to merge together until neither was determinable from the other.