Post by =_=Yamamoto_Makato=_= on Nov 2, 2009 16:19:18 GMT -5
Makato sniffed as the wind blew his already wind swept green hair picking out the aroma of the flowers from a nearby meadow. He wrinkled his tanned nose and looks up at the sun through the branches of the woods he was walking through. He was wearing his usual attire. His jacket buttoned up past his nose. His bandanna along with his pants. He also carried his scroll and backpack on his back which looked odd when one saw him. He was short, and very scrawny for his age. Makato stood at his full four feet and sighed as the wind blew again and his nose wrinkled even more at the nauseating smell of the flowers around him. Why did he have to come all the way out here to escort someone from the Land of Grass for in the first place? He asked himself for he was told the person he was to guard was a well known ninja in these parts.
Makato shot a bird that flew by a dirty look as he jumped suddenly from the sound of his cry in the silence. As the bird flew out of sight he went back to his brooding. He recalled his conversation with the mission joining, remembering as he questioned the point of the mission that even his sensei saw no point to it seeing as the ninja in question was supposedly a jounin himself. Makato sighed once more and cursed this unknown ninja as he stopped suddenly to take in his surroundings better.
He calculated the time of day by the angle of the little sunlight he could see taking note that it was roughly 2 o'clock in the afternoon. He then looked about picking out plants he knew could heal minor wounds and stomach aches and those that would kill him just from the taste of its nectar. He then looked down at the beaten path taking note of the deer and bird tracks in the fine sand like dirt ignoring the lack of his own tracks having grown used to his slight hovering above the ground since he had developed the ability to pick out such details. He then notice the insects and how they reacted to the feel of the air and how they all seemed rather sleepy like they had just ate and were ready for a nap. Makato sighed once more, the flowers here did that he knew it, the aroma was so strong anyone not immune to it would sleep for hours on end without being able to control it. He did not care much of it though since his hate of there smell seemed to make him immune to something people spent years getting over. He laughed suddenly at his advantage. He then sat down near a small oak tree and closed his eyes in thought picking out when he should arrive and when he should be done with his trip home all off of what he had just learned from his environment.
Makato shot a bird that flew by a dirty look as he jumped suddenly from the sound of his cry in the silence. As the bird flew out of sight he went back to his brooding. He recalled his conversation with the mission joining, remembering as he questioned the point of the mission that even his sensei saw no point to it seeing as the ninja in question was supposedly a jounin himself. Makato sighed once more and cursed this unknown ninja as he stopped suddenly to take in his surroundings better.
He calculated the time of day by the angle of the little sunlight he could see taking note that it was roughly 2 o'clock in the afternoon. He then looked about picking out plants he knew could heal minor wounds and stomach aches and those that would kill him just from the taste of its nectar. He then looked down at the beaten path taking note of the deer and bird tracks in the fine sand like dirt ignoring the lack of his own tracks having grown used to his slight hovering above the ground since he had developed the ability to pick out such details. He then notice the insects and how they reacted to the feel of the air and how they all seemed rather sleepy like they had just ate and were ready for a nap. Makato sighed once more, the flowers here did that he knew it, the aroma was so strong anyone not immune to it would sleep for hours on end without being able to control it. He did not care much of it though since his hate of there smell seemed to make him immune to something people spent years getting over. He laughed suddenly at his advantage. He then sat down near a small oak tree and closed his eyes in thought picking out when he should arrive and when he should be done with his trip home all off of what he had just learned from his environment.
