Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170708084726

It was early afternoon in Konoha. The sun hung high in the sky shrouded by large, white clouds. A gentle breeze blew through the village rustling the leaves of the many trees. Today, an aspiring recent graduate was busy training. Located in the training grounds on the eastern side of town was an almost never used training grounds, it was smaller than the other ones and as such most people overlooked it. It was quite bare, consisting of an open lot roughly 50ft squared of hard dirt and a low half meter wall surrounding it. Two training dummies were tucked off to the side and there was always a pile of logs and other training equipment stacked in another corner.

Michirama Senju, a boy who graduated in the top 5 of his class was busy training away at these grounds. He was a young boy, only 12 years of age who stood at 4'11. His blonde hair and purple eyes were his most standout features. The rest of him was pretty plain looking; medium length pants, a white singlet and a black jacket tied around his waist. He had a small pouch strapped to his left leg.

Michirama's expression was practically deadpan as he trained. Three logs were falling to the ground and Michirama was moving to intercept. In his right hand, he wielded a large, battered katana. in his left, he held the sheath of his katana. Jumping into the air, Michirama swung once at the first long, slicing it in half. The second log, he knocked higher into the air with his sheath before swinging with the katana once more, slicing that in half as well. The third, however, fell to the ground unharmed. Michirama landed just after and cursed, sheathing his katana and booting the log away "Missed it, way too slow" He muttered to himself. 