The snowfields that littered the mountain tops of Kumogakure were bright with snow today, shimmering in the sunlight that bore down on top of Seigi as he sat, almost blinded by the morning glow of the village. He had made his way up here after returning to the village after his last "mission" for Damien, preferring the isolation of the mountain tops as opposed to the bustling streets of Kumogakure. He knew you weren't technically supposed to camp in the training grounds, but so few people came all the way up here that he didn't see a problem with breaking the rules a little bit. And, if anyone was bold enough to call him out on it, then he would simply mark it up to survival training.
A small hiss would rise in Seigi's ears, breaking him out of his meditation. Sitting cross legged in a small patch of raised earth, Seigi would twist off the side, walking barefoot over to the small campsite he had erected while he was out here training. Grabbing a piece of cloth from by the fire, he would pull the metal tea pot off of the rock it was sitting on, pouring himself a cup, before placing it on a different rock to sit. Steam rose up off the small ceramic cup that Seigi had somehow not broken in the few years since he bought it, and he would sniff the tea affirmingly, letting it sit as he stared out over the golden fields of ice. It was moments like these, the moments in between the training and the fights and the espionage, that he lived for. These moments felt like they were becoming too far and in-between, Seigi well aware that some day there might no longer be a break. He tried to cherish each and every one he got.
He would sip his tea, it's bite burning his lip.
"Perfect." He would mutter to himself, setting the cup down on an adjacent rock. It was time to get to work.
Despite the heavy snowfall over the past few days, Seigi had gone to work setting up a small training area for himself. He didn't need much, not which his Magnet Release abilities, mostly just sand to play around with. Having chosen a part of the mountain high in dense material, He figured it would be best to work here to prevent any kind of collapse. Excavating a couple tons of sand from the mountain, he would pull a large amount of it from the center of the small hill he had created, this sand untouched by the snow of the mountain. Sitting cross-legged on his elevated spot once more, Seigi would will the sand to surround him, similar to his Shield of Sand, but compress it around his body, creating an adaptive suit of armor. It wasn't the most complex of ideas and it weighed him down immensely, but it wasn't something he hadn't anticipated. He would move his arms around, feeling the weight of the sand, but it could prove useful if he needed to get in close. Expelling the sand away from himself, he would then command it and the rest of the pile downward, back into the earth, only to explode outward, multiplying exponentially as it did. Waves upon Waves of earth would rip from the side of the mountain, crashing rock onto snow and crumbling to create even more sand, leveling out the field in front of Seigi before coming to rest, a field of darkened sand now in front of him.
Sitting down, he would wipe a bead of sweat off of his brow and pick up his tea once more. It was still too hot.
Learned Quicksand Waterfall Flow and Sand Armor (both S-rank)
A small hiss would rise in Seigi's ears, breaking him out of his meditation. Sitting cross legged in a small patch of raised earth, Seigi would twist off the side, walking barefoot over to the small campsite he had erected while he was out here training. Grabbing a piece of cloth from by the fire, he would pull the metal tea pot off of the rock it was sitting on, pouring himself a cup, before placing it on a different rock to sit. Steam rose up off the small ceramic cup that Seigi had somehow not broken in the few years since he bought it, and he would sniff the tea affirmingly, letting it sit as he stared out over the golden fields of ice. It was moments like these, the moments in between the training and the fights and the espionage, that he lived for. These moments felt like they were becoming too far and in-between, Seigi well aware that some day there might no longer be a break. He tried to cherish each and every one he got.
He would sip his tea, it's bite burning his lip.
"Perfect." He would mutter to himself, setting the cup down on an adjacent rock. It was time to get to work.
Despite the heavy snowfall over the past few days, Seigi had gone to work setting up a small training area for himself. He didn't need much, not which his Magnet Release abilities, mostly just sand to play around with. Having chosen a part of the mountain high in dense material, He figured it would be best to work here to prevent any kind of collapse. Excavating a couple tons of sand from the mountain, he would pull a large amount of it from the center of the small hill he had created, this sand untouched by the snow of the mountain. Sitting cross-legged on his elevated spot once more, Seigi would will the sand to surround him, similar to his Shield of Sand, but compress it around his body, creating an adaptive suit of armor. It wasn't the most complex of ideas and it weighed him down immensely, but it wasn't something he hadn't anticipated. He would move his arms around, feeling the weight of the sand, but it could prove useful if he needed to get in close. Expelling the sand away from himself, he would then command it and the rest of the pile downward, back into the earth, only to explode outward, multiplying exponentially as it did. Waves upon Waves of earth would rip from the side of the mountain, crashing rock onto snow and crumbling to create even more sand, leveling out the field in front of Seigi before coming to rest, a field of darkened sand now in front of him.
Sitting down, he would wipe a bead of sweat off of his brow and pick up his tea once more. It was still too hot.
Learned Quicksand Waterfall Flow and Sand Armor (both S-rank)
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