Vivalade Dela Alto (NK)

Ehlandreh sat on his bench. Well he had no roper claim to the bench. Had someone walked up to him and told him to evacuate the space Ehlandreh would have complied, given they had a reason. Say someone was going to have a baby, and needed a platform to do the deed upon, Ehlandre would immediately deem that they deserved it more. If some silly, young academy student went and gave  him the option to get off before he wanted to, EHlandreh would probably have directed the rude little rascal towards a bench on the other side of the park he was in. None deserved this bench more than him. Or at least, no one that he knew of. EHlandreh stretched his leg, his clothes were starting to get a little bit too small for him, and he often made actions in his clothes that he often had done before, to just remind himself that this clothes were getting a little too small. although if EHandreh was honest with himself, it would only take an hour or two of sewing to edit his clothes to the correct size. It was the easiest thing to do. Except for Ehlandreh it was not easy. It was time consuming work, and at the moment, he was waiting for himself to summon the desire to reach for his cup of coffee, which had been placed only moments earlier on the horizontal plane that sat parallel to the ground, and was interchangeably connected to the bench. “This structure” EHlandreh thought to himself “is called a table. Not a horizontal object” Ehlandreh realized, a tear coming to his eye, that he was not going to drink his coffee, because there was simply no reason to do it anymore. The coffe had now become cold, and it was most likely going to be more unpleasant to drink than it was pleasant to ingest the caffenine. So the cofee was diregarded, and attention was avered to a little scuruffle going on to in the park. The sun at his back, although only barely, it was still quite sunny,  Ehlandreh looked towards the scene that lay before him, the park at a slight incline down from Ehlandreh’s bench, a tree near the people. It seemed that there were to be 4 people, of roughly varying ages to be seen interacting. Some kind of minor altercation had broken out, and Ehlandreh brazenly walked up to him. This is to say, he didn’t swagger, but he had a confident stride, the ground was firm, and EHlandreh was assured of his path. There was nothing to be feared from walking towards them. Ehlandreh was approaching them, about to split up the fight and... Ehlandreh kept on walking towards a small noodle stand that was about 15 meters behind them. He briefly considered ordering the lot of them ramen on the house, but then decided against it, after all he didn’t want to solve everyone’s problems, espiaclly when they had nothing to do with him. Ehlandreh then relocated to a a rather busy looking open space bar, no walls, but still obviously an establishment, the collection of colors and furnishing s in one place unmistakably matched and patterned, and the counter very visible, there being quite few customers, the majority of them being extremely old people. Even the bar owner looked crazy elderly, but regardless, served Ehlandreh a perfect coffe. Ehlandreh would then sit and wait, sipping and occasionally substantiating upon his bowl of noodles. Ehlandreh bought himself back to the present, his mind clearing a little. Decideing on a course, Ehlandreh walked away from the ba, towards the training grounds. It was possible that there would be  academy students there, but at the moment, he really could not care less. He was bored out of his wits, it was like for the last week, he had been asleep. “A good walk will do me some good’ , Ehlandreh thought to himself, and he set out to a rumored location up in the moutains. Perhaps the vilage that he was so used to had no answers for him this day. Ehlandreh traveled to the mountains, brining a lunchbag of food, mostly fruit and coffe.

 This lookout had no name, as far as Ehlandreh was concerned, people had just realised at some point that it was pleasant place to rest, and since then, people had just started coming up here, to look. The area that Ehlandreh sat on was a tall bu thin mountain, with a winding path up to the heights. For Ehlandreh, the journey had been of little difficulty, more long than anything, the people whom had made the makeshift staircase had made the incline very shallow, almost flat, so that old people could make the journey with little difficulty. The journey had taken so long that the midday sun had now shrunk into the distance, and the moon had shown itself. The two great orbs in the sky at the same time.  The area on top of the mountain was a rough 50 meter in circumference circle. It was pleasant, and it was quiet. No birds came up this high in the mountains, and the buzz of village life did not reach the roost. Even the mountains, which were famous for landslides, had chosen to be calm on this day.    “What am I waiting for?” Ehlandreh prosed to himself, as he looked out at the village, a log that had been weathered from the enumerable bums that had sat on it, now was the chair that EHlandreh used. In front of Ehlandreh was a fence, white and spotless, to the sides tree’s clipped to perfection, the view of the village perfect. Ehlandreh had enough food to remain here for a few days, and he cared not if he had company; he would train in his momentary, and very much self imposed, exile.

Ehlandreh sighed, a little dissapointed. It was not like he had expected anyone to really show up, but it would of been fun if they had. Instead Ehlandreh would train. He got up from his position, his heart bleeding a bit as he looked away from the great view. It was a surprisingly hard thing to do. Ehlandreh walked down the mountain again, being careful, and watching out for any kind of surprises. Once he reached the bottom, he found an overabundance of wood and stones, they were not particularly sharp, providing no edges to wound. EHlandreh picked them up with his surprising strength, if by some chance there was some kind of great external calculation and measurement system for strength, then his would be about 25, just saying. With a large rock, and a wooden log in either arms, by curling his arm around the rocks width, and then securing it by placing a hand around his hip. Making a sort of, wobbly “o” to hold and brace the rock. The same sort of thing was repeated with the log, only around it was held around his head, using his head as a brace. He would look quite awkward while he was doing this, in fact, most of his body was concealed by the load he was carrying, Ehlandreh would probably look like any ordinary villager, someone with the occupation of a lumberjack, perhaps. But Ehlandreh did not care overmuch about appearance, and he continued on his way, alert for a threat, as he was in what might seem to be a vulnerable position, but also nonchalant about the views of other on his current appearance. Once EHlandreh reached the top of the mountain again, he repeated this excersise, for about another thour. By the time he was finished, EHlandreh had probably moved about a ton of material. He then set about creating a structure. With two of the wooden beams, Ehlandreh created the wall of the structure. By placing them vertically into the ground, he created two strong poles. On these, EHlandreh hung his bag, and then filled it with a boulder. He hung the bag between the two poles, and then attached a a boulder with a another log, by grinding the two into each other. The bag was positioned such that it would soon rip at the boulder would fall. Ehlandreh had put himself underneath this boulder, and would be lifting the boulder, and the log that was attached to it, at the bag with the boulder in it, to prevent it from ripping. Ehlancreh would then have to balance the boulder on the end of the log, all the while holding the boulder at the opposite end, which would be where he exerted all his force. This kind of training was a form of negative reinforcement. If he got it wrong, he would be pretty badly hurt. So the trick was to not get it wrong. EHlandreh, before attempting the potentially deadly excersise, did a few practice runs, just carrying the log around, first.  Once this was finished, Ehlandreh would then attempt the excersise. The strain was pretty enormous, and Ehlandreh had slowly been pushing up for the last five minutes, which, under such circumstance, had been pretty much hell. But, slowly, and surely, he felt that he was going to succeed. With one last prodigious lift, ehlandreh threw the log and both of the large stones, over the back of his head, and then jumped clear of the precarious structure. Ehlandreh lay on the ground, panting for a minute and looked around. He had made quite of lot of noise, which tended to attract human attention. Some strange people whom liked to wander around mountains whose landslides tended to be dangerous may have noticed the noise, and decided to check it out. And well apart from that, Ehlandreh’s chakra signature, which he had not yet learned how to hide, and if they had noticed that, they were most certaintly a ninja of some sort, and therefore danerous. So it was in this way that if some person were to answer his shout, which he wass about to ejaculate in a moment, he would prepare himself to counter any move or surprise that would come at him. Then again, he had been prepared to do that ever since he had left the village. With this in mind  Ehlandreh got up quickly, and brushed the dirt off of himself  and then shouted to maybe no one “Hello, is anyone there?” If no answer were to come, Ehlandreh would then continue training, maybe do something very typical of most student’s, like hit tree’s with a rasengan, or something. It occured to Ehlandreh that this would be both wasteful, and unintellgent, so instead EHlandreh decided to get practicing with some good old fashioned taijutsu. The way ehlandreh was going to do this was to create some  and spar with them, all of this however would not happen if someone where to answer his shout. If someone had arrived, Ehlandreh would go to greet them, warily perhaps, but nonetheless gratitous and pleased to see that he had company.

After training for a while, Ehlandreh decided that perhaps the best thing to do would be to leave. He was not getting anything in the way of comradeship in the mountains, and although the training was useful, it was in the end not what he had come to the lonely mountains for. Feeling a little cheesed, tired and also satisfied, EHlandreh took the long walk down the mountain, the clones which he had considered creating remaining a potential unrealized. 

Exit 

(1927 word, resources gained to be calculated later.)