Houses of the Holy [P,IO]

It was odd, the ninja academy stood among countless religious structures. Chapels, sanctuaries and temples. However, unlike those buildings it was avoided like the plague by many of Hoshigakure's citizens. The distrust of shinobi ran deep. Fear of disease, kidnapping and murder prevented most people from getting too close. Occasional one would see kids running by at top speed on a dare for fear the boogeyman would catch them. As a result the academy was not heavily trafficked by anyone other than shinobi, which was nice. It gave Lucian a sanctuary from the endless hustle and bustle of the village that one could so easily get caught up in.

In fact, he now found himself at said academy. The sun had just risen from the horizon and a soft light glowed around the area. A few students were practicing at a distant target range, but otherwise the place was empty. There were no classes that day, so Lucian had decided to use this time to work out a bit. As of late he had been spending a disproportionate amount of time on an intellectual kick learning all he could about Hoshigakure. This kick had left him woefully lacking on the physical front, which was equally important in the eyes of any Nazar. Plus, he was a chuunin now and would be required to be reasonably competent in the arts of a shinobi.

Settling into a cross-legged position on the ground with his back up against the perimeter fence of the academy he closed his eyes. Instead of directing his thoughts anything in particular he allowed his mind to flow here and there. As his thoughts danced here and there he began to get lost in his own mind and a golden glow began to emanate from the tattoo up his right bicep. It also looked as if light was coming from under his eyelids, this was the Nazar legacy. Hopefully it did not attract too much unwanted attention. Last time he had done this he had met a man by the name of Kozai who was not all that enjoyable.