Training with the Mizu {Attuu's Invite Only}

Attuu stood, on a small home in Kirigakure. This home had been the home of his family. Currently his mother and father had been absent on a mission, a high ranking mission that would take a while to complete. He had been rather glad, due to the fact that he go to be left at home, free to experiment on whatever he would like until his parents got home and kill him for it. He sighed, standing once more as the wind blew gently, Attuu's hair had been forced to move by it. He was rather annoyed by his hair, though he developed a habit of never cutting it, no matter how annoying it got. He wore his blue jacket, his favorite one. The one that made sleeping on the ground slightly more comfortable than it should have been. It had white fur on the inside of it's hood, which was the comfy, and in Attuu's opinion best part of the jacket. Underneath he wore a black short sleeved shirt, with some black pants to finish it.


He looked around, noticing the rather empty streets. He was bored, and considered going to annoy Jashin to hell once more. Or perhaps pay a visit to his current sensei, or perhaps Minorin. Then again, it hadn't been that long ago that he had visited them. He sighed, considering simply training. He dashed over to the next building, then jumped over the gap in between them to get to the other one, he felt the one against his face as he flew above the gap. Once he had landed his hair had been forced back into his face. With a sigh he took out a simple comb and began to comb it backwards, quickly and evenly. He then pulled the hood up above his head, and continued, his hair not bothering him for about another hour, enough time to reach around the center of the village.

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