WQs & Training

{G-Stone]

A man with light blue to siliver colored hair was leaning over, with his left knee eged into the dirt. His white gloved hands were tightly clasped together as he his head overshadowed them in a hanging arch. His dark blue overcoat fluttered in the mighty wind, it was about four feet in lengh, and to an observer it would appear rather heavy, but was rather light and flexible. Suganuma Matajiro Suketomo.

"Lord Bishamonten, I pray to you this night for good luck , and fortune in my upcoming journey. I have heard rumors of a stone, that grant, and bestows great power to it's owner. For this path I walk I pray, that I do not have to shed blood, but I do pray for a worthy adversay on this path. I long desire a good fight, and with in this quest for power. I may find one Lord Bishamonten."

As he finished his speech to God of War the blooming clouds thundered with an audio melody that deafen it's victim. It appeared that his God might have granted him an opponent upon this path. Rising from the solid dirt filled terrain The Calm Before the Storm had begun his march towards the Land of Lighthing.

As he began his march he could fill the cloud burst falling upon his pale skin. His attire slowly began to house the moisture as it rappidly began flow from the cloth and upon his pale skin. His body had begun to shiver lightly as the grey clouds hand continued to stalk Suganuma Matajiro Suketomo. The Shinboi had begun to wonder would he eventually catch a cold from the outburst of the tears from heaven.

"It appears that this journey will be a difficult one. My soul will not freeze over."

Suganuma Matajiro Suketomo said to himself out loud. The rain had seemed to elaspe after twenty to thirty minutes. This was indeed a well deserved hiatus from one day and one nights of constant down pour. The air was fresh, and felt good breathing in the zepher between his mature lungs. The area was a beauty to behold. The lush of green trees continued to be ravaged from it's offspring as the wind pulled, and tugged at the fragile brown leaves. They had no choice, but to be raped against it's will. As the trees swayed from left to right. Flying mamanls soared through the skies heading east in an endeavour to find shelter before the silent, but heavy storm returned for a second passing.

Resuming his slight the young shinob resumed his voyage to beghin his quest for kumo. His right foot contuined to wave through the numerous puddles that mugged the terrian.