By The Woods
Aug 9, 2015 15:16:43 GMT -8
Post by Nagato on Aug 9, 2015 15:16:43 GMT -8
The night was young and Nagato had found himself in the depths of the forest, his sight slowly drifting from one tree to the other. They all looked alike to him but nonetheless he was well aware of the direction he was heading toward. His standard attire consisted of a full blue jumpsuit accompanied by two sheated Chokuto that were strapped across his back. The hilt of one was visible over his right shoulder and the hilt of the other was seen on the opposite site. He glanced from one mountain to the other as the two slowly narrowed and the sea of trees cleared. He looked up, glancing toward the clouds that were blocking the evening moon; a cold breeze blew through the area and Nagato simply smirked a little prior to passing the gates into the city. Two individuals were sat near the gates, one pushed himself out of his seat only to be waved down by the one on the right side.
Nagato wore his forehead protector on his right bicep so it made it difficult if not impossible for those on his left side to view the forehead protector. Regardless of where he wore it, he was somewhat proud of his alliagence to Kumogakure, the chakra that resonated through his body oozed with lightning; his families heriatage inspired him to pursue life as a Shininobi. His facial expression didn't show any delight, rather he manouvered around the villagers heading home and made his way toward the small grounds that were on the western side of the city.
Within a few minutes he arrived as the vast majority of the Genin went onto go home. Nagato didn't wear a flak jacket, nor did he wear anything that would distinguish him as a Chuunin. He didn't enjoy parading his rank around, primarily because of the fact that his rank wasn't of great significance in the grand scheme of things. As he made his way across the brown, dusty grounds, his right hand shifted toward his head as his palm coiled around the hilt of his right Chokuto. With a metalic SLIIPP, the blade crept from the sheath and tore through the sky before being launched toward the neareast wooden dummy. Upon contact, the blade pierced the dummy dead in the center and the surrounding wood simply chipped off on impact. The blade vibrated, moving left to right while Nagato looked around for a potential sparring partner...