Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20161221203824/@comment-24937485-20161223044654

Vividly blushing, the old lady suddenly began to sweat and had to cool herself by waving her hand And how could she not be? Just one look at that young hunk could make any heart melt and it surely did this lady. While wobbling in place, as her legs had gone weak, her eyes turned into hearts as she stared at Reo in admiration ’57 hmm? Well handsome, since you’re on training field number 34 now I’m guessing it refers to training field 57. It’s a mile and a half due north of here, behind that hill.”. She pointed at a small hill not too far away that could barely be seen through the trees. Her dog by now was shaing its head like ‘what am I do to with this lady’ while the granny continued to make squishy faces towards Reo and squished his cheeks. “Just don’t wait until tonight, that place is haunted.”. As the Genin would leave, the granny would break from the ‘spell’ of Reo’s charm and waved them goodbye while asking Kyo to “Look out over those guys now.”. While thinking –What a polite girl.-

Training Area 57:

This was a place where the ground was so dry that it hadn’t given life to anything for the last ten years. For some reason even the air seemed grayer here as if the whole place was permanently trapped in a black/white picture: gloomy to say the least. Rather than being surrounded by a proper fence, there were some wooden poles that sporadically encircled the area but the ropes that originally connected them were nowhere to be seen as this place, once used by water-style shinobi, had been abandoned ever since the days of the first Hokage: one his preferred training area. The location had been kept clean for a long time but eventually it was forgotten and some sleezy civilians decided to dump their trash here. There were several large piles of garbage that had stacked up over time, home to rats and other mischievous critters. One of these piles almost completely hid an old wooden shack on the left, inside the training area: but the corner of its blue door could still be seen. A lot of trash would have to be moved in order to enter the place, and even more effort would be needed to clear all the trash around it to see it in full. Upon the trash in front of the door being cleared, a Kanji would start to reveal itself eventually reading “SENJU”.

In the middle of the training area stood a traditional well that was covered by spider-webs. Upon looking down the well one would see another balloon at the bottom: laying on dry ground. The well was about 20 yards deep and smelled horribly, the walls were so slippery, due to covered in fungus, that climbing up and down would be as good as impossible and the drop could be a fatal one. There was no bucket and rope to be seen anywhere near the well as it hadn’t been used in such a long time. Shooting something at the balloon would cause it to pop, leaving the scroll to roll away with the risk of it falling down the pipe that once fed water into this well. It seemed like this situation called upon someone to raise the balloon somehow, without damaging it, perhaps by filling the well with what it once used to be filled with? The eyes of destiny were cast on Riku.

