Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-24714922-20170731131148

It wasn't very often that Michirama Senju travelled with his father. The two ... didn't get along very well. Never the less, Michirama found himself stepping through the gates of Kogakure, the Village Hidden in Steel, one early morning. It was roughly 9am and the young Senju boy was completely baffled by the architecture of the village, it was so drastically different to Konoha, both villages were beautiful in their own way, Konoha for its closer to touch with nature and Kogakure with the way it made humanity's progress so clear.

Eager to explore the city instead of following his lug head of a father around, Michirama took off down a busy street, ignoring the annoyed cries of his father until they were long out of earshot. He was free for now and in a foreign city. It was exciting, to say the least. Michirama was a young lad, nearing on 12 years of age with lengthy blonde hair that was often messy. There was honestly not much that stood out about the kid, he wore a simple hooded jacket over a plain shirt, his pants came down to his mid shin and his sandals were of standard issue, on top of this, his Konoha headband was tied to a few belt loops of his pants so it dangled at his side. Only two things stood out about him; an old and battered looking katana in an equally battered looking scabbard which he held in his left hand against his shoulder, and his strange eyes; they were purple with a ripple pattern that covered the whole eyeball, they were impossible to miss.

After a bit of wandering, Michirama had stopped to get some food, buying a few sweet dumpling on a stick. WIth food in hand, Michirama eventually came across a bridge that spanned over a small river flowing through town. With little effort, Michirama hopped up onto the edge of the bridge and ... relaxed. He sat and he ate, listening to the sounds of a foreign city and enjoying the sun beating down on his pale skin. Sometimes, it was nice to sit back and take it all in. 