Desolate desert [O]
Sept 18, 2015 16:19:53 GMT -8
Post by ☆ F ☆ on Sept 18, 2015 16:19:53 GMT -8
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"I need to get away..."
Matters of the village were weighing down on the Uchiha far more than he had originally expected. A sense of stability had finally taken over the hidden village of Stone, but in the process, a great deal of energy was expelled on his behalf. Still, this was not without reward; the amount of progress he had achieved in such a short time since assuming control of Iwa was impressive. Now, to finally take a moment to himself and enjoy a lonesome walk in the countryside.I didn’t think it’d be this demanding…
He sighed some, a slow stroll currently adopted as he aimlessly took to Tsuchi’s barren countryside. Though the weather was by no means unpleasant – it was warm, but nothing outside what a typical summer day would grant – the apparent lack of flora did not help contribute towards the entire purpose of the walk; to help the Shodaime escape the pressures of the village, opting for nature’s touch to break the monotony he suffered. So far…nothing.
...though so much has been achieved in such little time.
Then again, only a small number of inhabitants knew where Tsuchi’s true beauty lie. Given the earthen predominance the country enjoyed, its many rocky formations would lead to the creation of an underground utopia. Manipulating the earth was an easy endeavor for any proper child of Tsuchi, and so, knowing this, Earth’s forefathers redirected the underground water flow, creating an intricate set of caves and small cities that spanned for miles underground, all with their own floral paradise. It was kept away from foreigners for a reason.
“…”
F would dwell on the concept a bit more before he’d become sidetracked with the discovery that he no longer had these vast plains to himself. Rather, at some point during his stroll, another soul’s path would eventually cross his. Given how barren and open the area of Tsuchi they were in was, it was surprising the stranger’s approach was not recognized. Oh well, it mattered not. He was currently donning no affiliation to Iwa. Rather, he had taken to wearing a simple black, one-piece set of shinobi fatigues, hair disheveled and free, tossed to the side, with no equipment visible to the naked eye.
A newcomer...?
They shared similar heights, as well as tones of clone in their hair and apparel. The stranger was no more than twenty meters away. Though he’d do nothing at first, a lazy right arm ascended, hands weakly opening, a slow wave employed soon after. The sun was high and to his back, though several large cloud formations currently shielded its full shine. A small breeze rolled by. Otherwise, the entire scene was rather quiet.
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