Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-26068742-20161223053125/@comment-30575150-20161223184945

-“I lost my dreams in this disaster.~” Naraku hummed these lyrics as he indulged in a spring cleaning of sorts. He was cleaning his house and making sure to take his time to swab the floor and dust his assortment of furniture. As the day slipped away and night encroached the sky Naraku finally finished his duty as a inhabitant and completed his cleaning. While cleaning he had shed his vibrant green haori and remained only in his thermal ebony shirt and black slacks. Now though our young hero would adorn his haori once more as he embarked on another epic quest.

The young Shinobi in the night hours galloped freely through the dark streets with intent to engorge himself with the sweet succulence of training until his fingers blister and his heart beckons for the glory of war. He was a passionate person who took his training as serious as some do religion and so while some pray for salvation the only thing Naraku seeks is challenge, and so he would dip his hand in the cookie jar and instead of relaxing in his freshly cleaned home he made his way towards the training grounds to train until his limbs grow numb.

“Osu!” Naraku bowed to the log that lodged itself deep into the earth of the training ground and so he began to train himself. Hand seal after hand seal was weaved like trickling water as suddenly six clones formed from seemingly thin air. His clones began spar each other and he too would join in. A match of six against one was the high light of the nightly session. Fist after fist was redirected and dodged with skillful response and while it may not be noticeable at first but the clones were slowly speeding up forcing Naraku to respond with quicker wit and response, predict, and engage faster than he would a moment before. This session would go on for hours into the night until his breath was ragged and his form worn out. While he would continue his engagement well into the night it would seem he was interrupted by a gentlemen who witnessed the passion of Naraku and invited him to his estate. So with the curiosity of a kitten Naraku decided to join this man and embark on a journey to his home. Naraku figured that if things got risky he could always engage and escape with his quick wit. So with a weary mind sharp as a katana he followed Obelisk. While Naraku was welcomed by Obelisk onto his property he found himself in the middle of meeting as another arrived, a maiden that stood before him though with only a glance his baby blue eyes could tell she was a shinobi not to be taken lightly and truth be told as he brushed his golden mane in a nervous twitch he came to realize that Obelisk was a Shinobi of high caliber so a plan of daring escape may now be nothing but a fruitless dream. “Hey there, I’m Naraku.” And so when one journey ends another shall begin.-