Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30269418-20161207181432/@comment-30575150-20161207194234

-It started as a usual day. Naraku awoke at the crack of dawn and began to hone the blade of his body, going through the passage of one hundred sit ups, one hundred pushups, and one hundred crunches. Before even being dressed Naraku would train his body and ready himself breakfast. As he ate he dressed himself, adorning a skin tight black t-shirt with black slacks and topping the outfit with his signature spring green haori that adorned a floral pattern which seemed to stem from the sleeves like the roots of a tree. As the day progressed Naraku made his way towards the inevitable truth of harder core training.

“It’s time.” Though dawn had just risen and the sun began to glow Naraku departed from his home and unto this world he sent himself on an epic journey to rise the ranks of Shinobi and make himself a thing of legends. His door closing behind him he activated the body flicker technique, dotting about as he jumped from building rooftop to rooftop. He cycled through a specific row of rooftops for over an hour as he tempered the blade of his body flicker and tamed the ability further.

Finally as the noon sun peaked in the sky Naraku would find himself at the Konoha Training Grounds. He has been frequenting these lands in recent days and so in custom he would take a deep bow before taking a meditative posture upon the center log. With his feet tucked beneath the bend of his legs Naraku would begin to envision the world around him, while in trance the young Shinobi would lose himself in the tides of nothingness and become unaware of the world around him. It would take the shock of others to bring him back to reality.

“Hm?” Hearing the sounds of disgruntled people woke him from his meditative slumber and brought him a hellish wonder as he casted his gaze upon a mummified woman who seemed at a loss. While her appearance was enough to send small children crying he felt no reason to judge her, more accurately speaking he simply stood in her shoes. He wouldn’t want to be judged if he had such overwhelming deformity and so with false sagely wisdom Naraku would beckon her attention with a slur “Come now, kicking the dirt will do no good.” He spoke from atop the center log looking down as she stood before him. He felt that in this moment he was a movie star and this was his big debut scene.-