Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-34754862-20170603232159/@comment-28920809-20170604175216

Initially, he gave little thought to the presence of the bird that would've landed in a branch not too far away from his head. Even though it was large enough to shake the perch he had turned into an impromptu bed there was no reason to pay it any mind. In the stillness of the night, the visits of regular small creatures had become commonplace and he scarcely looked up or stirred in his sleep. What set this apart was the bird's odd fixation on him and its attempts to get his attention; something normal wild animals simply did not do. His senses were tingling in the way they did when you could feel someone staring and it was that he decided to take a closer look.

 “You should eat it.”  came a voice echoing through his head. Hitoshi didn't even bother with a response and instead chose to focus on the message.

Wordlessly he read it and with his expression alone offered a shrug. Then, just like that, he set the scroll down and used it as just one more layer for his pillow. Not a thought more paid to the task at hand until the next morning.

The preparation was exceptionally easy;  it was already done. His weapons were on him (bio) at all times and a majority of his possessions were already packed away into his backpack. Just like that and he was dropping from the tree with that signature jingle-jangle of the metal bands on his arms forcing the forest to life in the early morning light. Squirrels and birds and other jittery things startled by the outburst only to stifle themselves a few moments later.

On the way, he took care of a few odds and ends. A stop by the creek to wet his bandana—which conveniently covered up his headband-- and let the water trickle down his face in preparation for a warm or even hot day. In hand too was a spindly walking stick whose purpose seemed to be there more to occupy his hands than any real support. It certainly wasn't a weapon given even a small child could have snapped it in their hands.

Hitoshi didn't look like a ninja at all. At a glance, he looked like a monk six months too late to get a new outfit make. Alterations made to streamline the outfit and made it far more comfortable. The hood was pulled back where it pooled up on the top of his large backpack. Even at this hour, the top was left open with his torso completely bare if not for the rows of prayer beads strung up around his neck. Pants held up by a length of hemp ended in the middle of his calves. His hands and feet both bare save for hemp wraps. The finishing touch was the almost musical notes of the metal bands around his arms singing their song with each movement; a quiet high pitched noise but recognizable.

“Aw, darn! I'm the last one here. Did I miss anything?”  He said cheerfully. Still, a couple notches down from his sensei.