Tsumi had been coming to the royal training facility ever since he discovered he didn't actually need permission to go into the place. It was huge and state of the art with the inside of the buildings somehow replicating different environments. With different buildings for different purposes. The one he was in today was a nice field that seemed to stretch on during a summer day with short grass that only went up to just below his knees. Flowers were spotted here and there with scattered trees and creeks. It was a calm place and he was enjoying it. A little bit of time to himself to think and reflect which wasn't his strong suit but he had been encouraged to do so by his new sensei and friend. He had full intentions to put in a full days work out but for now it was just too relaxing to pass up on. After all such a lush area was rare up in the mountains and the temperature felt nice in the shade. It all smelled different too and he felt like he could just relax and enjoy nature for the time being. After all who was gonna stop him?
For now Tsumi was laying on his back with his hands behind his head chewing on a blade of grass he was chewing on. It even tasted like grass. If your wondering how he knew what grass tasted like you don't seem to really know Tsumi. Still he was under the shade of a large tree with a creek running by it about three meters away. The sky in the building was a brilliant blue and crickets could be heard as an audio file playing from somewhere. There was a light breeze blowing as he closed his eyes and hummed. His long red hair hanging around him as it wasn't tied up. Today he was just wearing tennis shoes with a black design and red symbols for the brand with red bottoms on. Black track shorts with a white strip down the side and a loose black tank top for a more casual training outfit. He hadn't expected to run into anyone out here after all. Still he felt such a nice peace of mind with the war over. One hand would shift from behind his head to idly play with the tip of one of his long black horns. An old habit.
For now Tsumi was laying on his back with his hands behind his head chewing on a blade of grass he was chewing on. It even tasted like grass. If your wondering how he knew what grass tasted like you don't seem to really know Tsumi. Still he was under the shade of a large tree with a creek running by it about three meters away. The sky in the building was a brilliant blue and crickets could be heard as an audio file playing from somewhere. There was a light breeze blowing as he closed his eyes and hummed. His long red hair hanging around him as it wasn't tied up. Today he was just wearing tennis shoes with a black design and red symbols for the brand with red bottoms on. Black track shorts with a white strip down the side and a loose black tank top for a more casual training outfit. He hadn't expected to run into anyone out here after all. Still he felt such a nice peace of mind with the war over. One hand would shift from behind his head to idly play with the tip of one of his long black horns. An old habit.