[Arival to Kaze no Kuni from Kaminari no Kuni--5 days travel time finished. Used 75CP]
It'd been a long journey...a five day trek through mountains, forests, rivers, tundras, plains, fields, and now even a desert, the hot sun having taken its toll on the young man as he made this long trip. He shaded himself from the sun the best he could, the man clearly not prepared to do so, having simply took his shirt off and wrapped it about his head--soaked in water--as a way to keep himself the best way he could under these conditions. He was used to colder places, Arashi feeling as if he was in an oven. Luckily as a man who could use Suiton, he wasn't lacking water--assuming he had the chakra for it.
At some point he simply fell face first into the dirt, and just laid there for a moment. "...Stupid...sand." was all that could be heard, muffled by the sand. He pushed himself up and spit out a bit of the sand, grumbling as he fully stood back up, weary Amber hues looking off in the distance. He could see what looked like trees...the man blinked. "Pfft....mirage..." he cast it aside, sighing in disappointment. He continued on, eyes half lidded...the man wasn't built for the desert, sans being able to produce his own clean water. This only was a bandaid on a gash though, and he really couldn't keep it up too much longer, needing to find shade. His eyes looked up once more, still seeing what looked like trees...even structures in the distance. He focused on it...stopping in his tracks for a moment and using his hand to shade his eyes from the sun. "Hm?....Its real!" he exclaimed, smiling brightly.
But his smile faded, quickly, as his eyes shifted to his right...what he seen was enough to send a chill down the Kumo Nin's spine. A wall of sand was barreling down on him, a massive sandstorm washing over the desert. His amber orbs lit up bright and wide at the sight of the wall of dust coming his way, and wide across the vast span of desert. The man took off running as fast as he could, heading towards the Miracle Oasis off in the distance. He was a good while out, and this sandstorm was coming fast. He knew there was no way he'd make it there before the wall of rushing dust would hit him. Trying his hardest the man would form some hand seals, three of them, Ox--Hare--and finally bird. Lightning pulsed through the man's legs, a spark left off his heel as he boosted his speed, rushing at his maximum possible speed to the hopeful place of shelter.
But it wasn't but a few seconds later that he was pushed hard and buffeted by sand, wincing as he felt the sand rush over his exposed skin. He'd use his arms to cover his face, only able to keep a single eye open as he kept running through the powerful sandstorm. Gusts pushed him side to side but he kept his aim true, speeding towards what he could no longer even see--visibility almost zero. This seemed to go on forever, Arashi loosing his breath as he tried to breath, barely able to in the sandstorm. But he kept pushing. He didn't want to stay out here in the elements.
Suddenly a sight came into view, and Arashi was forced to barely avoid running into a tree, eyes widening as he seen it and side-stepped it. "Shit!" he called out as he would end up tripping up and falling over, landing among some grass mixed with sand. Being low to the ground helped him not be effected by the storm as much, but still--he had to find shelter. Forcing himself up and de-activating his Tornado Run, the young man pushed on, amber eyes looking every which way in order to find something, anything, to seek shelter in. He quickly found an old ruin from ancient days, hard covered by the desert, but with an enclosed room above ground. Arashi quickly dove through what used to be a window head first and crashed onto the floor with a thud, barely padded by a thin layer of sand. He winced and rolled over onto his back, spreading out as he looked up. He was protected from the sandstorm now...but this wasn't ideal, thats for sure.
He dug in...sandstorms could last minutes, hours, or even days. Who knew how long he'd be forced to stay here. The man took a deep breath as he sat on the floor, rested against a wall. Sand kept blowing through the window but nothing like being out in the open, him sighing out the breath. He'd go ahead and slip a canteen from his backpack, turning it upside down and drowning himself in it a little, clearly thirsty. The man sat it down next to him and looked around. This room had nothing but 4 walls, a window, a roof, and a doorway leading to a sand-filled stairway. Clearly the 2nd floor but now made ground floor.
Hours went by before Arashi would give up for tonight and go to sleep. Some time during his slumber the storm subsided, and Arashi would wake up to sunlight peering into his eyes. "Mmm....hmm....wh...what?" he groggily said as he slowly sat up, yawning. Morning had come, and the storm had let go...the man would gather his things, packing his canteen and even headband in his backpack, and crawl out the window, once outside glancing around. His eyes went wide when he got a full view...he was in a beautiful lush oasis in the desert, surrounding a large lake. "WATER!!!"His grin couldn't be any more toothy as he ran for the lake, at some point stripping down to nothing but his boxers, before running up and cannonball-ing in with a splash, a moment later popping up and shaking the water from his head. He would take today to relax...his journey had been long, he sort of deserved it.
CP: 30/110
Tatsumaki Hashiru ('Tornado Run')
It'd been a long journey...a five day trek through mountains, forests, rivers, tundras, plains, fields, and now even a desert, the hot sun having taken its toll on the young man as he made this long trip. He shaded himself from the sun the best he could, the man clearly not prepared to do so, having simply took his shirt off and wrapped it about his head--soaked in water--as a way to keep himself the best way he could under these conditions. He was used to colder places, Arashi feeling as if he was in an oven. Luckily as a man who could use Suiton, he wasn't lacking water--assuming he had the chakra for it.
At some point he simply fell face first into the dirt, and just laid there for a moment. "...Stupid...sand." was all that could be heard, muffled by the sand. He pushed himself up and spit out a bit of the sand, grumbling as he fully stood back up, weary Amber hues looking off in the distance. He could see what looked like trees...the man blinked. "Pfft....mirage..." he cast it aside, sighing in disappointment. He continued on, eyes half lidded...the man wasn't built for the desert, sans being able to produce his own clean water. This only was a bandaid on a gash though, and he really couldn't keep it up too much longer, needing to find shade. His eyes looked up once more, still seeing what looked like trees...even structures in the distance. He focused on it...stopping in his tracks for a moment and using his hand to shade his eyes from the sun. "Hm?....Its real!" he exclaimed, smiling brightly.
But his smile faded, quickly, as his eyes shifted to his right...what he seen was enough to send a chill down the Kumo Nin's spine. A wall of sand was barreling down on him, a massive sandstorm washing over the desert. His amber orbs lit up bright and wide at the sight of the wall of dust coming his way, and wide across the vast span of desert. The man took off running as fast as he could, heading towards the Miracle Oasis off in the distance. He was a good while out, and this sandstorm was coming fast. He knew there was no way he'd make it there before the wall of rushing dust would hit him. Trying his hardest the man would form some hand seals, three of them, Ox--Hare--and finally bird. Lightning pulsed through the man's legs, a spark left off his heel as he boosted his speed, rushing at his maximum possible speed to the hopeful place of shelter.
But it wasn't but a few seconds later that he was pushed hard and buffeted by sand, wincing as he felt the sand rush over his exposed skin. He'd use his arms to cover his face, only able to keep a single eye open as he kept running through the powerful sandstorm. Gusts pushed him side to side but he kept his aim true, speeding towards what he could no longer even see--visibility almost zero. This seemed to go on forever, Arashi loosing his breath as he tried to breath, barely able to in the sandstorm. But he kept pushing. He didn't want to stay out here in the elements.
Suddenly a sight came into view, and Arashi was forced to barely avoid running into a tree, eyes widening as he seen it and side-stepped it. "Shit!" he called out as he would end up tripping up and falling over, landing among some grass mixed with sand. Being low to the ground helped him not be effected by the storm as much, but still--he had to find shelter. Forcing himself up and de-activating his Tornado Run, the young man pushed on, amber eyes looking every which way in order to find something, anything, to seek shelter in. He quickly found an old ruin from ancient days, hard covered by the desert, but with an enclosed room above ground. Arashi quickly dove through what used to be a window head first and crashed onto the floor with a thud, barely padded by a thin layer of sand. He winced and rolled over onto his back, spreading out as he looked up. He was protected from the sandstorm now...but this wasn't ideal, thats for sure.
He dug in...sandstorms could last minutes, hours, or even days. Who knew how long he'd be forced to stay here. The man took a deep breath as he sat on the floor, rested against a wall. Sand kept blowing through the window but nothing like being out in the open, him sighing out the breath. He'd go ahead and slip a canteen from his backpack, turning it upside down and drowning himself in it a little, clearly thirsty. The man sat it down next to him and looked around. This room had nothing but 4 walls, a window, a roof, and a doorway leading to a sand-filled stairway. Clearly the 2nd floor but now made ground floor.
Hours went by before Arashi would give up for tonight and go to sleep. Some time during his slumber the storm subsided, and Arashi would wake up to sunlight peering into his eyes. "Mmm....hmm....wh...what?" he groggily said as he slowly sat up, yawning. Morning had come, and the storm had let go...the man would gather his things, packing his canteen and even headband in his backpack, and crawl out the window, once outside glancing around. His eyes went wide when he got a full view...he was in a beautiful lush oasis in the desert, surrounding a large lake. "WATER!!!"His grin couldn't be any more toothy as he ran for the lake, at some point stripping down to nothing but his boxers, before running up and cannonball-ing in with a splash, a moment later popping up and shaking the water from his head. He would take today to relax...his journey had been long, he sort of deserved it.
CP: 30/110
Tatsumaki Hashiru ('Tornado Run')