Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-26510601-20160314222610

Today would be a rather special day for Ieyasu of Konoha, his father Hirotada was going to teach the young man a new technique. This would happen at the house which these two had been living at for some years after the murder of Hiro’s wife and Ieyasu’s mother. It was a further ways out from Konoha, on its outskirts and not in the heart of the city where everything is so densely packed. The house itself was relatively simple, its architecture and form similar to other buildings of this time. Such was its gabled roof covered mainly in blue, wooden shingles. The walls themselves were near paper-thin, but easily supported by posts and other kinds of timber which also supported the large roof that stretched beyond the edges of the walls itself. The front of the house was marked by a simple pair of sliding doors, both coming together to form the Mon of the Akimichi. This door quickly opened and a large man stepped out, he was around 6’6” or so and had a long mane of brown, messy hair that stretched back to his own hips. His attire mainly consisted of a simple kimono white like the few clouds above in the lively sky above with an orange-red jacket overlain it, the jacket forming floral patterns and revealing further aesthetic looks within the flowers themselves. Below the belt, or in this case the sash, was a similar pair of hakama that held a deep crimson hue that didn’t look too out of place against the orange-red jacket. This man’s dark, green eyes looked straight ahead before turning around and stepping behind the house. This man was Hirotada Akimichi, a near retired shinobi who had been known for his more twisted and violent actions in earlier days when he was much a more-so active shinobi. His son, Ieyasu Akimichi, trailed out behind the large man before shutting the sliding doors. Unlike Hirotada, it was obvious Ieyasu was much younger, but a mere child if anything. Like his father, Ieyasu had brown hair; messy as well but not nearly as long and tangled as his dad’s. Their eyes too were the same color, but Ieyasu’s seemed of a somewhat lighter shade. Unlike the sharp, chiseled, and slightly weathered features of his old man, Ieyasu was much softer in appearance. His skin tanned decently enough, showing the boy got outside as he needed. While not big as his father, yet at least, Ieyasu still showed plenty he was a bit pudgy which gave to his soft appearance. His attire was much different as well, like a slightly lighter shade of the grass, Ieyasu’s split hakama were of a light green color mixed in with blue… almost like cyan. Hanging just above the pants at the hip was Ieyasu’s obi, a crimson sash which wrapped tightly around his frame and kept his maroon kimono with yellow embroidering tucked in. Ieyasu quickly followed behind his father like his own shadow, eventually the two made it around the back where they were met with a rather open clearing that parted a large amount of space between the trees and the house they had been living in for a couple of years. As Hirotada stopped, so did Ieyasu.

The father turned around to look at his son, the two looked at one another before the father congratulated Ieyasu in his gruff voice, “I’ve heard the news of your team assignment, paired with a Yamanaka and Nara. You’ve done good Ieyasu, honoring and commemorating this moment: I have a jutsu I’d like to teach you.”

“What is it?” Ieyasu said inquisitively, a strange thing to hear from him in such a… interested tone from a child that is normally mute and nearly irresponsive.

Hirotada’s mouth drew into a smile, pleased that his son was interested, “This is a special technique that only belongs to our family, our blood. Here, I’ll show you.” Hirotada gestured towards Ieyasu, the man lumbered over some feet away before beginning the display. 