Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-26021384-20170414035618

Shinra had been spending time locked away in his room in Kogakure. Not out of mourning or lack of social interaction. He had been spending a great deal of time studying. Without a distinct team to rely on, he needed to look at the information cards of so many people in the village. He was spending his time flipping through cards, turning them over, and trying to recite the information back out to himself. There were two piles in the room, well three if you count the 'not looked at' pile that was in the corner of the table. One pile was a bunch of dishevled cards that he had failed on his first attempt, another of neatly stacked cards that he had memorized.

But after getting through half of the shinobi population of the village, Shinra had decided it was time to take a break from training his mind, and get to training his body. So much work for a young lad huh? He got himself dressed up, dark pants with a deep navy blue block line on the outsides of the legs, black on the inner portion. CLose toed ninja tabi over his feet. His torso was covered by a top that revealed part of his stomach, concentric lines drawn through it as they thinned toward the middle and thickened into large blocks at his left hip and right shoulder with their diagonal direction. The top was sleeveless, so he put on separate sleeves of a similar coloration to his pants. Over his waist were two thick belts thatformed a large X-motif and carried his pouches of ninja tools and two iron folding fans.

Putting on an eyepatch from his collection of them, Shinra fixed the cover over his right eye and started to leave his house. It was more a small apartment, but the entire building had been allocated to him for the sake of his tool workshop and studying. The serious look on his face unchanging as he went to one of the impromptu training grounds. The village was still being build up to its fullest, due to it being new and all that, but at least they were making progress, it just meant that the shinobi couldn't rest at ease just yet.

He pulled out a scroll, looking at the notes inside on the Light-weight rock technique, having annotated with his personal notations, trying to glean some new information about how to use it better. He'd be sitting there reading until someone came to talk to him, getting engrossed with his philosphical and theorizing ways. 