The day, like most since his arrival within the Land of Water, was gloomy to say the least due to the ever abundant Mist that lingered over the land and to which became the sole icon of the great village; Kirigakure no Sato. Light from the sun that lingered over the top of the mist refracted off of the small droplets within it to dimly stream through the blinds of the one bed room flat apartment that belonged to a shinobi not native to these lands, his journey over the course of his life has led him to call The Village Hidden in the Mist his home. The walls of the flat were bare, the room empty with the exception of an already made bed and a set of weights stacked together in the corner. The owner of the placed nowhere to be found within the room, but sounds from the only other door within the flat besides that of the one leading to the world outside indicated his location.
Without so much as a squeak the door swung open revealing the newest addition to Kirigakure's military ranks, Rōarku Puredetā. His well built frame was something extraordinary for shinobi of these lands, despite being 16 years of age the tonality of his body's muscle mass was on par with that of Jounin of this village, a gift among several other that he received through his lineage. Fresh from the shower, beads of water slowly accumulated on his bare chest before running down the lengths of his abs, also foreign to these lands was the caramel color of his skin tone unique to far off places in the Land of Lightning. As he walked away his left hand reached back closing the door behind him while his right began to playfully brush through the short blonde hair of his, the last bits of moisture from the morning's shower being slung around the room as he stopped before his weights. As routine the morning's workout was about to commence.
- Dropping to the floor, fifty-five push-ups were to start. A set of regular, diamond, and Spiderman Push-Ups each.
- Following this, Rōarku brought his arms together and rested on his forearms while elevating himself into a planking position. Three minutes ticked away on clock on his bedside table.
- Rolling over onto his back, Rōarku began a set of crunches and sit ups at fifty-five a piece.
- Propping up onto his butt with his feet and arms off of the ground, Rōarku began to twist to either side repeatedly. His hands came together to form a single fist which repeated to hit the ground until he had achieved fifty-five of each side.
- The clock chimed again as three minutes and thirty-three seconds began ticking away, a set of jumping jacks occupied this time span before repeating the cycle of exercises thrice in succession, only then did the morning exercise conclude.
By the end of the morning's workout, per usual, the room had become something akin to a sauna. Certain characteristics of within the Puredetā lineage made possible for Rōarku to see the various smells wafting from not only himself, but throughout his room. Synesthesia was the technical term, but to those of his lineage it had become known as Blended Senses. By the looks of things, the boy had some cleaning to do, but that would come later.For minutes Rōarku laid spread eagle across the floor looking up at the ceiling as he began to slow his breathing, although his body was exhausted from the workout his mind drifted in the sea of memories he acquired over his short life span. Memories of his brother in particular…
It would be a few hours later that the young Puredetā child would find himself outside of his flat dressed in his usual attire and traversing the streets of the Village Hidden in Mist. Despite his collar being raised to where it sat just under his nose indicating he wasn't much of a talker, shinobi and villagers alike stepped up to him to question his means for being within "their" village. Obviously, people of noble nature, though not accustomed to outsiders. To avoid any confrontation he simply titled his neck backward revealing the piece of metal embroidered into his clothing which shown the Mist's insignia, and without another word exchanged they let him be. Although after the fifteenth or so person things became ridiculous, thus the boy darted away from the gathering group of people and used the wall of a building as his escape.
Chakra applied to the soles of his shinobi attuned sandals allowed for the young boy to scale the wall as normally as he would a regular flat surface. Reaching the top of the building signaled to those looking to question him further that he clearly wasn't interested, thus they went about their merry way leaving the Puredetā boy to his solitude. "Meh. . ." A sigh of relief escaped the imprisoned caramel toned lips of the boy as he plopped down on the roof, his feet dangling over the edge providing the most minimal sense of danger. Leaning back using his hands behind him for support Rōarku looked up at the misty sky, his enhanced senses providing most of the cover work in the event that another dared to venture to close to him.
Basic ---> Novice Chakra Control
Chakra Pool: 145/150
Word Count: 891
