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 Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:00 pm
At the edge of the village is a cordoned of zone where civilians do not enter, in fear of their own lives, the training grounds of the Kusagakure Shinobi. The land is ruled by the large meadow with chest high grasses. On the southern portion is a dense jungle where very little light escapes from the canopy into the understory creating a realm of hush and shadow. To the north is a more typical looking forest, here there is very little dry ground as the trees inhabit a large lake and form something of a clean swamp. To the West is a field of lazily strewn boulders, tough grasses and gnarled bushes dot their craggy surfaces. There are nine pillars that surround the training ground, each coated in seals and have an enormous red-dyed rope connecting them all together to form a regular nonagon. The pillars are covered with seals that are designed to absorb any stray jutsu and isolate the destruction to Shuuren Kounai. These pillars can also serve as watchtowers if this area becomes a testing ground at anytime, where nine examiner-detectors will sit and their abilities will be amplified, allowing them to observe the examinees.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 6:05 pm
In a rustle of papers Kyuuji materialized in the training grounds, lounging comfortably in the bend of a large camphor tree bending over the lake, his foot dangling just above the water. He was looking up, paying little attention to anything in particular, listening to the sound of the wind in the grass, the trees, and the sigh of the water flowing in between hundreds of tree roots. With one knee raised and a piece of thick canvas resting on it, the Kusakage was serenely painting the scene before him, his brush leaving the light watery inks of Japanese art, each stroke a singular work of art that came together to form one humble image. He did not look at the canvas as he worked, knowing where he placed every line, instead he embedded the image he was capturing in his mind, letting it fill his gaze completely. In all, this was a scene of peaceful recreation with mild tones of intense concentration.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 8:23 am
"This is your mind. The absence of unassurance, the birthplace of reason." Sojiro seemingly hovered where he sat, right on the water of the lake. He opened his eyes and grinned.
"But who cares about all that. Meditation is so damn boring." Sojiro backflipped off the bamboo stalks he had positioned himself on, and the shrubbery disappeared under the water with a slurp-ing sound. As he landed on the water's edge, he turned and headed up the slope back to the even ground. "Time to check in with the Kusakage. Find out who my new students are!" The bamboo user kept his grin as he headed towards the kage's office.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 3:32 pm
 ◈.................Princess Anivia Sumeka.................◈Anivia walked in a rather gentle pace, in no real hurry to get to their destination or get along to the first mission as most teachers would so eagerly throw their students into. Entering the training grounds, Anivia didn't say a word to anyone she passed by, nor did she try to bring up any sort of conversation to her new student. She merely tread through the worn path, turning left or right on occasion, moving away from the ridden path.
Through the bamboo shoots and the beyond the hills of smelly moss, Anivia walked until they stood upon a rare clearing in the forest, where the lands dipped down into a rather beautiful ravine. The ground was covered with the softest grass, and wild flowers bloomed in dotted patterns. Small trees stood tall, yet slender enough to wrap a hand half-way around it.
"... Choice... What do you know about choice?" Anivia asked the boy that followed behind her. She turned her head half away around, while not looking directly at him, her ear could hear the faintest whispers. "From the simplest choices of picking what kind of rice you eat... Or something grand as the value of a life... When a decision is placed before you... What are your values? What comes to your mind when you make them?"
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