i'm gettin paper; [open]

[Nhar'qual]

Drip, drip, drip. Opening one eye slowly he looked about as he yawned, he had fallen asleep underneath a tree after training. And was now awoken by the sound of past rain dropping from it's leaves. Leaning up he pushed his back to the tree, rubbing his face he popped his knuckles before pushing his hands to the ground, throwing himself into the air. Pushing his feet off of the tree he exited the area.
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Finding his way into the streets of the village, rather than off to the side of a training area, he began looking for familiar faces. Primarily those related to him. He wasn't happy with his current level of strength, and believed he needed more strength if he was to become one of the Mist's legendary swordsmen. "Ohhh how precious it would be to wield one of the blades!"

[/color][/i] The statement rooted in his mind since a young age echoed for eternity. Dropping a foot into a large puddle he stopped in his tracks, perhaps he'd let people come to him isntead of him hunting them down, hmmm.[/left][/blockquote][/blockquote]