Journey of a Thousand Miles/Forest/Open (1)

[Satoshi]

Training/Interaction/Spar (No Killing)

...Flow....

A slow mellow whisper would echo throughout the walk way as a gentle warm wind would blanket the land with it's familiar presence. Life would slowly began to take shape, from the leaves of the highest tree top, to the small thin strands of grass below both would bouncing in harmony the gentle breeze guiding each movement swiftly and easily. A slow squeak would escape throughout the tree tops. The single cry would be greeted with another and another would follow soon after. The single cry would grow into harmony the different cries belonging to a different race of birds as each one would reply to each other endlessly as if competing for gold or sheer dominance. A small speck of golden white light would peak through the empty walk way. The shadows that was once wrapped around the dreary area would slowly began to give way.

Traveling slowly but surely as the darkness that once decorated the area began to vanish as if it's existence was a illusion. A single presence would stand before the lively area his appearance and humanoid figure vastly contrasting his surroundings before him. The teen would wince in annoyance his eyes adapting to the sudden sunlight as a light sigh would pass through his thin pink lips. His hand would slowly brush the raven color lock of hair that was planted between his vision his eyes swaying side to side as he inspected his surroundings or in his mind his temporary training area.

[Masahiro Watanabe]

Something seemed odd about this place. I thought I could feel something here. I don't know where it is, though, but it's like... there's life here. There's life there... is there life everywhere? Masahiro sighed, then noticed the teen in the area. Huh? What is a teen doing in the forests? There have been sightings of dangerous creatures here.

"Hey!" Masahiro called, making his way over to the boy. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

(Just so you know, there are already Earth Forests and you don't have to make your own thread for everything since the admin already has threads up... but I didn't see anything about not being able to make threads, so I'm not really chastising or anything.)

[Satoshi]

(Np bro the only reason I made this thread was to use as an extension to basically give background and training purposes I also wanted to try and flesh/build my characters motives out and I wanted to just post and build interaction with anyone vs in the original thread where I didn't want my character to randomly meet or interact without a reason (other than just training) and his personality since it may see ooc for my character)

...Reaction...

The clarity once wrapped around the young martial artist eyes would vanish in an instant narrowing intensely, as a look of annoyance would surface. Replacing the look the boy once held in his eyes. A silent curse would slip from the teen's lips kicking himself mentally for allowing someone presence to slip by him let alone surprise him. The teen's head would respond to the sudden command tilting to the side in a rebellious manner as his line of view continued to stayed center on the owner. At a quick glance the voice belong to a male who seemed to be around if not just a tad bit older then Satoshi. The stranger's hair was a platinum blond traveling down the boy's shoulders in a somewhat regal style. His wardrobe seemed to outshine Satoshi's own dressing in what seemed to be a cross between business/casual something that cross the teen's mind as odd as most people would not dare challenge the wilderness to destroy a wardrobe of his caliber let alone talk to someone who lack "status" like Satoshi without motivation.

The teen would continue to look at the young warrior in a lazy fashion arching a thin raven color eyebrow at the man's questions. It was one thing to call out to him if both parties were neutral or had some type of friendly relation toward each other. It was another to simply break ones peace as well as ask question about one's business before stating your own. The boy's tone would be but a simple and plain. His lack of feeling in his words would only serve as a hint to how he felt on the strangers "first impression."

"I should ask you the same....my business is mine alone...initial when introducing yourself shouldn't you give me your name first vs trying to learn something such as my motivates?"

[Masahiro Watanabe]

(Ahhh, his hair is platinum blonde T_T Somewhere along the lines, perhaps it needs a little more yellow to it.)

You're the supposed God of Justice... yet you forgot to be polite. DUMBASS BITCH!

"Ahhhhhh, you're right. It slipped my mind completely. My name is Masahiro Watanabe, I came out here to train." And apparantly to discover a new power that the voice in my head is telling about it. "And you are?"

[Satoshi]

...Curiosity...

The intensity would slowly began to leave Satoshi's eyes only to be replace with curiosity that began to linger like a weed in his mind. Normally the reply that Satoshi was prepared for would be one with anger and malice the "taboo" or role when someone is spoken to like that would often time than not result in a petite argument the teen could remember on numerous occasion. The act would follow a potential but meaningless brawl which would result in the boy's victory more time then he could count his victims wounded pride coming with a bloody noise something the teen does not take pleasure on a basis although initial he had nothing to do with it in the first place.

The teen would arch another eyebrow at Masahiro words. As much as the teen was not one to use stereotyping or initial interactions to define someone most of the time. Training was another unpredictable answer that Satoshi was once again not prepare for. By appearances Masahiro lacked the "traditional" look for a veteran fighter let alone a beginner. His aura however held a curiosity to it that appearance alone don't make up for it.

"My name is Satoshi Tokuda I'm also on a quest to expand on my skills and experience as well...it's a pleasure to meet you Watanabe-San"

[Masahiro Watanabe]

"You don't have to be so formal with me," Masahiro said. Were this some anime, Masahiro would probably have an embarassed sweatdrop over his head. But it's obviously real life, so to think it was an anime would just be stupid.

(Did you see what I did thar?)

"Ahhh, so you're also a martial artist? It's nice to see such dedication to the art." I can't tell him what I really am, so... "The only place I usually see that is the dojo. Other than that... not so much."

[Satoshi]

(lol XD)

...Flow...

A slight smirk would spread across Satoshi's lips a small chuckle following afterwords. It has been quite some time since since the boy had a "conversation'" outside his master teachings. It was interesting to say the least that someone outside of Jin was able to even catch let alone socialize with anyone besides interacting with his mentor. Socializing was never a trait that came naturally to the boy. It was a opposite as the morning was to night spring as to winter it was a clash a piece to the puzzle that Satoshi could not finish a flaw. The sense of friendship the different ties that holds people called bonds all of these feelings these emotions there were nothing more but a whisper to the aspiring martial artist.

His attention would travel back to Masahiro's words nodding in consent. In contrast to bonds and friendships the feeling of martial arts is second nature to Satoshi as are the breaths he draws on to live everyday. It is his passion his element something that could almost always be relied on it was what drawn him to where he is today.

"Thanks it's a life tool that I can say I'm proud of....but I should be on my way like yourself I have some training to do before it's time to take my leave."

[Masahiro Watanabe]

"Ahhhh, are you sure you want to go so soon? After all, both of us are seeking to train," Masahiro said with a kind, yet competitive smirk. "So why not try a match? There's much to learn about others through battle, not to mention learning actual technique and fighting styles is always good."

(And when you go for post boosts, you'll get more posts regardless of the outcome ((well victory gives you more (((and stranger still, dying gives more than victory))), but even if you get defeated, you'll still get extra posts for the attempt)), +60 for your catch-up!)

[Masahiro Watanabe]

(I waited for a few days; time to ditch)

... I'll take the silence as a no, he thought. "Well... it was nice meeting you then." With those words, Masahiro turned and ran off back towards the plains.

Now, my liege... Let's actually get to the technique. Shall we?

Fine... If it'll help me get my sanity back, Masahiro thought.

(Exiting to Earth Plains)