Dragons of the Terumi Clan

The breeze shook the beautiful limbs of the various trees throughout the Shinoda Springs, the steam coming from the nearby hot springs cascaded across the training grounds themselves. Amidst this peaceful, serene scene was a vagrant who had become well known around the village, Takashi Terumi. His black ronin robes hung on his body as he sat upon a stone in a meditative way, his legs crossed and eyes closed with his hands resting on his thighs. His signature Kiseru hanging from his lips with a faint pillar of smoke rising to the ever onward atmosphere around him, a bright teal blue women's kimono draped over his shoulders, another souvenir from his nights at the bar, and his sandagosa untied but resting on his head. He had found a nice tranquil peace on such a beautiful day, he inhaled as the embers in his kiseru began to glow followed by a slow exhale allowing the smoke to roll smooth and calm from his lips. His eyes opened looking out to the clearing before him, 'it wouldn't hurt to do a little training today' he thought to himself as he took another puff from his pipe.

(WC 195)

Oda walked along the path and into Shinoda Springs with a bounce in his step. He whistled a tune as he did so. His training had progressed quite far today and he was still feeling the effects from the training he did a few days prior. Still, going to Shinoda Springs had become a tradition for Oda. Even though he didn’t plan on doing too much training, he enjoyed talking to the fellow shinobi in the training grounds and walking around the springs admiring the view.

As he entered the training grounds he looked around for anyone he might recognize. Upon seeing the recognizable kimono and puffs of smoke his eyes lit up and he made his way towards his fellow Terumi clan member. As he got closer he gave a whistle to signal his approach.

“Takashi! Good to see you bossman” He said with his usual enthusiasm.

WC: 148