String of Fate[Daiko]

Fri Oct 08, 2021 9:58 am

The sun was setting low on the horizon. A pale golden disked wrapped in emanations of soft orange that bled into purples and pinks. Dipping partway below the horizon, and the eternal pitch of the storm that on it. The briney waters of the Kirigakure docks, the sunlight glistening off the roiling emerald green of sapphire as stark glimmqering white. Sitting on the docks was Yuri, alone in meditation. The gentle murmurs of the ships on water and the quiet flutter of the wind mixed with the taste and tingle of the salt on her tongue and nose to help take her away while also partially keeping here moored in the present.

Kind of like the boats at port.

Sitting with her legs crossed, resting on them was her family sword. Patiently going through each ot the needed hand seals for the Flying Swallow, before picking up her precious treasure. A faint white luminance spreads from hilt to tip as she picks it up and holds it level in her hands, one on the handle and the other against the flat end of the blade. Chakra Infusion was one of the most important skills she'd just learnt, and if she was going tos survive she had to master everything she could related to it. To not improve would be to ask for a pointless death.

WC: 225