Reis R & R
Killing - Doesn't count
Stealing - No
Customs - Don't have any
so no.
Terrain - A 10 meter wide grassy glade surrounded by forest.
I haven't learned any Techniques yet, and I'm a Samurai, so this is pretty much a Free-form Close Quarter Combat fight only.
His neck was hot, a welcomed heat that persistently grew stronger, at first it provided comfort, however it soon became searing, threatening to scald Tatsumi should he not take precaution. However he resisted until he could last no longer, and with that he wriggled, shifting his body so that the reflected suns rays fell unto another part of his body.
Indulging in the fine weather was a luxury that Tatsumi sought to take full advantage of, the fine steel of his sword upon which Tatsumi leaned upon was pressed firmly against his back, radiating the absorbed and reflected massaging heat onto his body. The grass beneath him was delightfully cool, in contrast with his baked hot weapon. While the warmth of the sun beat down upon the Samurai, only slightly obscured by the surrounding trees.
However, this clearing wasn't chosen solely for Tatsumi's relaxation, rather it was a reasonably well traveled route in which many supposedly passed through; an underdeveloped crossroads of sorts. Likely due to this path not being utilized by merchants and traders so much, but rather by the more sinister and dreadfully pro-active kind - Shinobi, not to diminish from the back handed deals and intense schemes that merchants may practice in the pursuit of money of course, as it was through a rather comical coincidence with one of these merchants that Tatsumi learned of this place.
Therefore what Tatsumi was practiced now was none other than a waiting game, and the question of how long he would have to endure for an opponent to appear rang deep within both his mind, body and soul.
However Tatsumi couldn't help but think of this game as unnecessarily lengthy, pleasantly enjoyable, but annoyingly prolonged, and with that thought Tatsumi momentarily glanced at the Daisho that laden his sides, and the two tanto positioned in-between the Wakazashi and Katana upon his waist.
Killing - Doesn't count
Stealing - No
Customs - Don't have any
so no.Terrain - A 10 meter wide grassy glade surrounded by forest.
I haven't learned any Techniques yet, and I'm a Samurai, so this is pretty much a Free-form Close Quarter Combat fight only.
His neck was hot, a welcomed heat that persistently grew stronger, at first it provided comfort, however it soon became searing, threatening to scald Tatsumi should he not take precaution. However he resisted until he could last no longer, and with that he wriggled, shifting his body so that the reflected suns rays fell unto another part of his body.
Indulging in the fine weather was a luxury that Tatsumi sought to take full advantage of, the fine steel of his sword upon which Tatsumi leaned upon was pressed firmly against his back, radiating the absorbed and reflected massaging heat onto his body. The grass beneath him was delightfully cool, in contrast with his baked hot weapon. While the warmth of the sun beat down upon the Samurai, only slightly obscured by the surrounding trees.
However, this clearing wasn't chosen solely for Tatsumi's relaxation, rather it was a reasonably well traveled route in which many supposedly passed through; an underdeveloped crossroads of sorts. Likely due to this path not being utilized by merchants and traders so much, but rather by the more sinister and dreadfully pro-active kind - Shinobi, not to diminish from the back handed deals and intense schemes that merchants may practice in the pursuit of money of course, as it was through a rather comical coincidence with one of these merchants that Tatsumi learned of this place.
Therefore what Tatsumi was practiced now was none other than a waiting game, and the question of how long he would have to endure for an opponent to appear rang deep within both his mind, body and soul.
However Tatsumi couldn't help but think of this game as unnecessarily lengthy, pleasantly enjoyable, but annoyingly prolonged, and with that thought Tatsumi momentarily glanced at the Daisho that laden his sides, and the two tanto positioned in-between the Wakazashi and Katana upon his waist.