Fulgur Training {Closed/Satoru}

Today was Satorus first day in the Land of Lightning where he awoke without a hangover. He felt refreshed and to that end he wanted to explore the village to a some degree. The orange haired Jugo, covered in an assortment of linear tattoos that covered the scars, burns and tissue damage he had received as a result of childhood experimentation made his way out of bed having had a shower an hour earlier. Glancing out of the window in order to gauge the weather conditions, he slipped into somewhat of a different attire to that of his traditional one. His clothing was comprised of a set of black shorts, sandals and a loose light blue shirt. He decided to leave his equipment in the room, quickly making his way out and into the bustling streets of Kumogakure.

Satoru hadn’t trained his mind or body since he had arrived at the village, his eyes glowing with a tint of Dijon, he decided to make his way towards the village training grounds. His 6ft 7 stature drew a lot of attention among the locals as he had casually towered over them on his little venture. Following the assortment of signs, it wasn’t long before he found the excessively large training area. Approaching the narrow entrance, he was stopped by a young man engrossed in a book. “Pass?” he demanded.

“I er… don’t have one?” the Jugo asserted with a confused tone of voice, to which the young boy replied “Well I can’t let you in then yo—” his speech slowed mid-sentence as he looked up from his book at the tall and lean. “—u’ll ge…t hur…t. You know what. Go right in.”

Satoru arched his lower lip in confusion but he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in its mouth. Strolling into the training area his eyes casually darted between the assortment of individuals dressed in Kumogakure attire, armed with their Shinobi headbands. On one side, the majority were practicing Taijutsu and Weaponry while on the other, the focus was Ninjutsu, at least that’s what Satoru thought. Strolling down the walk way, he kept moving before arriving at a remote section of the training ground. Satisfied with his surroundings, he began practicing against the martial arts dummy installed on one side of the grounds.

Around an hour passed, sweat built all over Satorus body as he switched from pushing his stamina to the limit to practicing his mastery over the lightning element. Suddenly, his ears twitched at the sound of approaching steps. Satoru had purposed picked a location so far from the rest of the group as to not be interrupted, however the fact that someone was coming directly towards him indicated that either this individual also wanted some privacy or they intended to approach Satoru directly.

Forming a charge of lighting in  the palm of his head, he pivoted on his left foot, now turned to face the approaching individual. Every fibre of his being was on-guard for but a moment, but the instant he had laid eyes on the approaching women he relaxed, the lightning dissipated from his palm as the silver eyed women addressed the Jugo. The petite women appeared to be around the same age as the Jugo, her raven black hair quite striking. Casually clearing his throat, he chin flicked the women, “It’s quite alright… can I help you?”.

The Jugo spoke with a respectful tone of voice, while the women was armed with a Kumogakure headband indicating to the Jugo that she was a Shinobi of this village, she also wore a Kimono, a piece of attire often reserved for those of noble descent. As his previous experience in Sunagakure had proved, looks were misleading in the west, the culture was different to that of the eastern areas of Yew Wood. But Satoru opted to air on the side of caution, addressing the women politely and with somewhat of a forced smile.

WC - 660.