group therapy [invite only]
Aug 24, 2012 15:50:15 GMT -8
Post by くすり on Aug 24, 2012 15:50:15 GMT -8
[/b][/color]The sun had just risen from behind the great Kage monument, its rays gently blanketed my room from the open window. Groggily I sat up, the timer cooing softly into my ears had awakened me to the new day. It was 6 am, an my morning regime would began once I fully got up, clothed myself, and finished any other morning peculiars. There was only one way for someone like myself to stay even within hindsight of my genius brother Ashura and that was practice; though these days it seemed he was becoming too fast for me to follow. Tying my hair back, leftover pork bun clenched between my teeth I bolted through my door and into the busy streets of Konoha whilst struggling to wrap my bow around my head. I made sure to pack dummy arrows cause I was sure others would be in the practice field attempt's to better themselves and I was always up for some real time practice.
Mumbling to the random passerby's I bobbed an weaved through them, narrowly avoiding one after another until I cut into the alley, twirling, I almost choked on my remaining pork bun. Gulping and pressing my fist into my gut, I forced it down before turning out into the open, a giant building in front of me caused my feet to halt in place. It was a large practice facility constricted for any registered shinobi's use. Its where I roughly spent most of my morning and it was well worth it. Walking into it, I nodded to the receptionsit before passing through the double doors that lead to an extremely wide open space.[/ul] There was no ceiling in this room, which allowed the sun to pour into its confine. This was the outdoor section, which mimicked a small scale field. Rocks, trees, it had everything one would need, and the fact that it covered an impressive 200 by 200 area made it an ideal place to train. As usual no one was around, which wasn't a surprise seeing as I usually always was by myself until later into the day. Exhaling I stretched lightly, leaning over so that my hands could touch me feet, hair spilled over onto my face, until the tension became too much an I propped myself back up into a normal posture. With my quiver holstered horizontally behind my lower back I could easily nock arrows. I had twenty mock arrows on me so maybe some distance training I mused to myself as I did a set of squats. Raising my hands over head I looked up into the sky.
"time to start..."
I have twenty actual arrows, but I assume no one will object to me saying their mock-dull ones