Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-204.195.137.229-20170711074719/@comment-24714922-20170711085925

As the day went about its business a certain young man found it difficult to find something to keep himself entertained. Michirama Senju wandered aimlessly through the streets of Konoha, while usually, he trained arduously he was finding today difficult to focus. Recent events had left Michirama wondering about almost his entire life; his father had drilled it into him that friends were nothing more than a distraction, yet lately, he'd been making more progress with the help of new friends. So did that mean that his father was wrong? Michirama was a pretty plain looking kid, he had medium blonde hair that was quite messy. His skin was pale and he wore simple clothing consisting of a black hooded jacket, a white shirt and mid length pants topped off with standard issue sandals. His tool pouch was strapped to his left leg and instead of strapping his katana to his back or waist he instead carried it in his right hand against his shoulder, from a distance it was easy to tell it was an older sword. The most interesting part of this boy was his strange eyes; they were purple in colour with a ripple pattern covering his entire eyeball. As the boy wandered aimlessly he passed the Academy, stopping briefly to reminisce on his time there.