Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27375402-20160519215125/@comment-24714922-20160519230512

Mugen received the letter that all but demanded his arrival at the training grounds on the dot of 8am. He sat in his room at the Fuma clan compound staring at the note before glancing at the clock mounted on the wall. He had an hour. Mugen stood and walked to the other end of his empty room, he wasn’t much of a materialist so he didn’t own many things. He got dressed quickly; standard black shinobi pants and sandals followed by a very tight fitting sleeveless shirt. He tied his extremely long grey hair beck in a loose, messy ponytail with a fringe still falling over his face; at its longest point their hair reached the small of his back. Lastly he stuffed his pockets full of tools; a few kunai and shuriken and some flash and smoke bombs, nothing special.

Mugen darted out of the room and down the hallways of the large house, avoiding contact with anyone; he was hoping he could arrive before O did, since they both swore their lives to Godric Mugen had been constantly trying to be ahead of him. Mugen arrived at the Training Grounds at 7:50, a good ten minutes early, he approached the figure standing off by himself, he didn’t wave or bow or anything like that he just spoke “You Tetsuya?” His amber eyes scanned the man over a few times “I’m Mugen” even after a year Mugen still didn’t address himself as a member of the Fuma clan. He stood quietly and cracked his knuckles absently as they waited, one year of relentless training with Godric had hardened his body; no longer short and slim built, Mugen was now tall and quite muscular standing at 5’8 now and his body looking like it was at peak physical condition or at least close to it.