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Terrain: Master Roshi's Island
Bio: Jio Otsutsuki
The small tides of the water softly pushed up against the small island as i made my way out of the water and onto the land. I had been ducked off on this island for a few months now, and i had just returned from my daily swim. I simply wore casual shorts, one pants leg white, the other pants leg black; identical to my hair. Bandages covered both of my legs from my feet up to right below my knees, and my left arm also was bandaged from my hand up to my elbow area. On my left hip rested Shine-Tsu-Hiko wrapped in bandages while directly in the center of my chest was the mark of the Nekura. As i exited the water, a few large fish can be seen hooked on a line of wire and slung over my back being held with my right hand. I simply used my left hand to whipe the water away from my face as i casually tossed the fish on to a large wooden plate that sat outside a few meters away from the water.
Hmm, guess I'll be having my lunch alone again. This island sure is secluded, surprisingly.
I didn't rush a single movement as i nonchalantly set up a fire pit and put some wood into it, though it took longer than i thought to create a good looking pit. Once i got a large fire going, it was time to gather some seasonings! Typically it'll be tough to get seasonings on a secluded Island, but this island had a little shack house that was pretty stacked with supplies, which is why i found it surprising no one had came by during the few months I've stayed. It didn't take me long to get the proper seasonings and season the fish, though i wasn't sure why i cooked all 8 of them off the bat. Once i had gotten my future lunch seasoned i simply tossed all 8 over the fire, laid back and watched the ocean move majestically while the soft breeze of the wind cooled my skin.
This must be that "peaceful" feeling mother once spoke of.... One could get used to this if....
I put my left hand on my chest where my Nekura mark was, knowing damn well peace wasn't something i could have. I was a shinobi, but not just a shinobi. I was made for darkness and bloodshed, proven by the mark of the demon..
Bio: Jio Otsutsuki
The small tides of the water softly pushed up against the small island as i made my way out of the water and onto the land. I had been ducked off on this island for a few months now, and i had just returned from my daily swim. I simply wore casual shorts, one pants leg white, the other pants leg black; identical to my hair. Bandages covered both of my legs from my feet up to right below my knees, and my left arm also was bandaged from my hand up to my elbow area. On my left hip rested Shine-Tsu-Hiko wrapped in bandages while directly in the center of my chest was the mark of the Nekura. As i exited the water, a few large fish can be seen hooked on a line of wire and slung over my back being held with my right hand. I simply used my left hand to whipe the water away from my face as i casually tossed the fish on to a large wooden plate that sat outside a few meters away from the water.
Hmm, guess I'll be having my lunch alone again. This island sure is secluded, surprisingly.
I didn't rush a single movement as i nonchalantly set up a fire pit and put some wood into it, though it took longer than i thought to create a good looking pit. Once i got a large fire going, it was time to gather some seasonings! Typically it'll be tough to get seasonings on a secluded Island, but this island had a little shack house that was pretty stacked with supplies, which is why i found it surprising no one had came by during the few months I've stayed. It didn't take me long to get the proper seasonings and season the fish, though i wasn't sure why i cooked all 8 of them off the bat. Once i had gotten my future lunch seasoned i simply tossed all 8 over the fire, laid back and watched the ocean move majestically while the soft breeze of the wind cooled my skin.
This must be that "peaceful" feeling mother once spoke of.... One could get used to this if....
I put my left hand on my chest where my Nekura mark was, knowing damn well peace wasn't something i could have. I was a shinobi, but not just a shinobi. I was made for darkness and bloodshed, proven by the mark of the demon..