Practice Makes Perfection [T]
Jun 8, 2011 14:24:28 GMT -8
Post by ♠Solo♠ on Jun 8, 2011 14:24:28 GMT -8
The fields were unusually chilled and calm. The heat that had overcome Konoha over the past few days had finally subsided. The grass blew along the large area where the lone warrior had sat. Tensa was in the center of the large grassy field just outside the academy. The students weren't using it, which allowed for him to be alone for a while. He spent a good amount of time training at the compound with the other Hyuuga. He grew tired of their company and felt that his decision was best.
He sat along the ground, with his legs crossed. Each of his fingertips touched one another, with the middle fingers being closest to the ground. The heavy meditation allowed some weight to be lifted and free his mind, if only by a minimal amount. His shirt laid next to him as he felt no need to sully it in the sweat he accumulated from the small exercises produced earlier. Sweat ran down his muscled body, falling miles to the grass below. His eyes were close and for good reason. Had anyone looked at his face they'd think he were no more than a shell of his former self, or maybe even dead. His mind was long gone. He sat like a statue. A blue bird swept down from the air above him, and landed upon his shoulder.
The exams were just days away. The Hokage expected much of him, as did Kohana. They seemed to be the only ones who supported his ideal, and even helped him. It was an ironic situation that those of the Main House had the same thoughts as himself. Though none of them knew his true intentions for the future of the Hyuuga clan, and none would till the day came.
As he sat in silent meditation he began wondering what steps to take next.
He sat along the ground, with his legs crossed. Each of his fingertips touched one another, with the middle fingers being closest to the ground. The heavy meditation allowed some weight to be lifted and free his mind, if only by a minimal amount. His shirt laid next to him as he felt no need to sully it in the sweat he accumulated from the small exercises produced earlier. Sweat ran down his muscled body, falling miles to the grass below. His eyes were close and for good reason. Had anyone looked at his face they'd think he were no more than a shell of his former self, or maybe even dead. His mind was long gone. He sat like a statue. A blue bird swept down from the air above him, and landed upon his shoulder.
The exams were just days away. The Hokage expected much of him, as did Kohana. They seemed to be the only ones who supported his ideal, and even helped him. It was an ironic situation that those of the Main House had the same thoughts as himself. Though none of them knew his true intentions for the future of the Hyuuga clan, and none would till the day came.
As he sat in silent meditation he began wondering what steps to take next.