Board Thread:Kirigakure General RP/@comment-27960448-20170808053957

Their introduction to their new  sensei hadn't gone exactly as planned, but at least the day was useful enough to repair a previous friendship that a year of tribulation made difficult to maintain. Enshin Munashi, a young boy of 13 years was set on becoming the best their could be, and bringing his village out of the ashes with his comrades at his side, but how much could he do with what little he held in his arsenal? He had dreams and hopes of expanding it, expanding it to ranges that very few could understand. He wasn't sure what was in store for him in the future, but he wanted to master the element he was given at every corner it could be polished in. Earth had rooted itself into becoming a part of him whether he liked it or not. It began to speak to him in ways that nothing else did. He was proud to be a user of earth ninjutsu. Although proud, he was also slightly discouraged. He lived in the Land of Water. All of his friends used water ninjutsu and a majority of other people around him did too, they could even learn from each other but nope, not Enshin. He was forced to train alone or find randoms that had a 1/10 chance of actually wishing to waste their time teaching him something rudimentary. That is, until now.

Rai, their new sensei, although not acquainted to the best he possible could be, but now Enshin needed him. He knew Earth Ninjutsu. Someone close to him could actually teach him! Someone close to him could actually help him get closer to his goal! He had even agreed to teach Enshin the Rock Gun Technique, seeing as though he was the Pseudo-winner of their little challenge that day. Hopefully, with his help, he could become a master at this technique that was clearly of an advanced caliber. Today, Enshin refused to go far, but instead went out in his own backyard. That is,  the backyard of his tent. Behind his tent was a very shallow pond and a garden-like area that surrounded it. He found comfort by sitting on the surface of one of the large sculpted boulders and throwing stones at the fish. His patience had always been thin, and hopefully, this man who had yet to earn his respect wouldn't be late. 