The training ground that Orochimaru selected was several acres of uninhabited land melting on all sides into the dense fog. The air was so thick with moisture, it was almost hard to breathe, and only the barest tendrils of sunlight managed to sift its way down to the ground beneath their feet. The sand was a dull, washed out gray, and the fog wiped the colors from the trees and muted the soft purple shades of the loosely fitted clothing of the single man standing in the middle of the vacant pasture. Around his body in a perfectly measured circle small planks of wood, about a foot in length and two inches wide at the broadest part, were embedded in the soft dirt, each with kanji painted on the sides facing in towards where he stood and out towards the forest. There were no trees within this small sanctuary, and the white ground was smooth and uninterrupted save for the occasional pebble or tuft of colorless grass.
Orochimaru, great sannin of the Land Hidden in the Sound, was waiting for at the designated point where he had directed his student to meet him. The slender man’s hair was pulled from his face behind his head in an unusual fashion, and his clothing differed slightly from his usual fashion, but only very slightly so; it merely allowed him more movement, and the gloves he wore on his hands and shins were of a thick black material. The brilliance of his eyes brought life to his otherwise stony face, the golden flicker of deadly contemplation. He was standing very still, his arms loose at his sides, not at all unlike a snake awaiting its prey. And when Kitsune approached, he did not doubt he would look and behave in the same manner as a mouse being stalked by a deadly predator.
He had arrived earlier than intended purposely so that he may mentally prepare himself for the frustration that was sure to come of the long awaited training session. What he knew of the Getsu boy did not particularly impress him, but the secrets of his eye kekkei genkai was promise enough for him to endure whatever tedious instruction the guidance would require of the old man. The boy had potential, but he was young, untrained, and useless. He, like many others before him, was expendable- if he proved to be unable to be educated, his end would be swift and unpredictable. The first few moments would undoubtedly spell out his fate and set the tone for the duration of the session.
Orochimaru, great sannin of the Land Hidden in the Sound, was waiting for at the designated point where he had directed his student to meet him. The slender man’s hair was pulled from his face behind his head in an unusual fashion, and his clothing differed slightly from his usual fashion, but only very slightly so; it merely allowed him more movement, and the gloves he wore on his hands and shins were of a thick black material. The brilliance of his eyes brought life to his otherwise stony face, the golden flicker of deadly contemplation. He was standing very still, his arms loose at his sides, not at all unlike a snake awaiting its prey. And when Kitsune approached, he did not doubt he would look and behave in the same manner as a mouse being stalked by a deadly predator.
He had arrived earlier than intended purposely so that he may mentally prepare himself for the frustration that was sure to come of the long awaited training session. What he knew of the Getsu boy did not particularly impress him, but the secrets of his eye kekkei genkai was promise enough for him to endure whatever tedious instruction the guidance would require of the old man. The boy had potential, but he was young, untrained, and useless. He, like many others before him, was expendable- if he proved to be unable to be educated, his end would be swift and unpredictable. The first few moments would undoubtedly spell out his fate and set the tone for the duration of the session.
