Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170725084604

A day after Hayato settled on taking Michirama as his pupil, the young Senju boy was fired up with so much anticipation and energy that he was barely able to sleep the night before. His mind was full of adventures, of training, missions, the powers he would gain. It was early morning, Michirama sat on his bed going through his tools, making sure they were all top notch and in good condition. After packing them into his pouch (contents on bio) he moved on to checking his katana. It was old, it was battered, he counted the numerous new chips and signs of strain on the blade, he couldn't guess how much longer the blade had left in it. He cherished this blade, not because it was a gift, but because it was his identity. He sheathed the blade back into its scabbard and got himself ready, dressing in his usual attire of a hoody and pants.

Michirama made his way to the Eastern Training grounds, it was the quietest of all of them, a place where he often enjoyed going due to how much open space he had to work on improving his techniques. The night before he had sent a letter to Hayato to let him know he would be ready to train in the early morning. Hopefully his new sensei had received it, but he wouldn't know until he arrived. Until then, Michirama would spend his time stretching out, doing laps of the grounds and getting himself warmed up for the day. 