Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-26510601-20160314132554/@comment-26510601-20160315181008

The tumble was rough to say the least, Ieyasu’s whole body rolling just before but not in a good way. His own form almost came undone by this tumbling, but eventually it just turned into skidding. Ieyasu’s body drew to a close, he ached all over not just from this but also because of the fact he was so exhausted from the trek he had made. He must have been at least halfway down the long road by now, as could be told by the groans and the shallow breath he had. The caravan stopped for a little bit, the coachman looking over wondering just what had made this boy fly past his own caravan.

Whenever Ieyasu got up, the man began on his way once again seeing the boy would live. It was a tough world out there, not many cared to stop and help others when they were trying to help themselves. Ieyasu repeated the process from before however, creating the human bullet once again and speeded past the caravan driver who was taken aback at the strange sight of a boulder.

But as Ieyasu steadily went, his energy also steadily drained as well. Ieyasu only made around another quarter of the way back to the village. His eyes and concentration slowly faded out, and suddenly everything went black.

Whenever he woke up, however, he was laying in the back of… a caravan? The slightly alarmed young boy stirred from his sleep, weakly pushing himself from the wooden floor of the caravan. As he did so, Ieyasu was greeted by a familiar face, it truly was the same man from before. Upon closer inspection, his features appeared weathered and wizened, a man of older age. His hair mixed between black and gray, and his eyes a soft blue like the sky above.