Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-26510601-20160324224712

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. 