A Morning Escort [Bit]
Oct 11, 2011 10:59:59 GMT -8
Post by Naomi on Oct 11, 2011 10:59:59 GMT -8
“You must have saw it with your eyes Senpai, earlier when we were heading to the stand?” Her mind flashed back to the moment when their race began. Before she had dashed across the first crevasse; the gap between to rooftops which fell into a narrow alleyway below, she took not one or two steps back, but three. From the strength of her legs she first gathered stamina and used that initial momentum to travel almost instantaneously across the gap and onto the opposite roof. “My physical stamina is greater than the pressure exerted by my chakra; meaning it would have taken more effort on my part to focus chakra continuously and disperse it evenly enough to walk directly up the wall. What you claim to be easier would in fact strain my body more.” She flashed a smile. The explanation wasn't graceful, but simple enough that she felt he would understand. Shortly after, she darted for the edge and jumped with a cheerful yell onto the next. From above, for the roof she touched down on was just several meters lower than the previous; it could be seen that Konoha was almost built with this type of travel in mind.
The buildings were spaced evenly apart with their rooftops either on level, or slightly below or above one another. A trained shinobi would find it rather easy to cut across them and would not have to put in a great amount of effort in doing so. In times of war, it was this structural design of the village that allowed messages to be given to couriers and for them to be received quickly but the intended parties. As much as the village was built to honor the past and uphold the new virtues of the people that resided in it, it was built to the standards of a militant ruling class. Though the streets became crowded, above them few select shinbois used the tops of buildings as their own pathways.
Having lived within the walls of Konohagakure most of her life, Naomi moved with a fluidity about the rooftops. Dodging the many obstacles, and easily routing one eave and proceeding onto the next; and after seeing his ability, she had no doubt that Bit would be right alongside her. Especially now that he knew where they were bound. The path would curve, and in the distance the academy, being taller and more open with clearings than others, would eventually form. That served as a marker in the distance, and it was easy enough to pick which roofings led to it. From there, she would have to take more of lead in direction and lead him to the entrance of a great wood.
The buildings were spaced evenly apart with their rooftops either on level, or slightly below or above one another. A trained shinobi would find it rather easy to cut across them and would not have to put in a great amount of effort in doing so. In times of war, it was this structural design of the village that allowed messages to be given to couriers and for them to be received quickly but the intended parties. As much as the village was built to honor the past and uphold the new virtues of the people that resided in it, it was built to the standards of a militant ruling class. Though the streets became crowded, above them few select shinbois used the tops of buildings as their own pathways.
Having lived within the walls of Konohagakure most of her life, Naomi moved with a fluidity about the rooftops. Dodging the many obstacles, and easily routing one eave and proceeding onto the next; and after seeing his ability, she had no doubt that Bit would be right alongside her. Especially now that he knew where they were bound. The path would curve, and in the distance the academy, being taller and more open with clearings than others, would eventually form. That served as a marker in the distance, and it was easy enough to pick which roofings led to it. From there, she would have to take more of lead in direction and lead him to the entrance of a great wood.
