Making his way to the training field Blitz was dressed in an attire unknown by many as half of his face was now concealed. He wore a one piece from his face to his waist as he sported a white sash around his waist and black pants. This black and white attire didn’t mean his navy blue hair was gone nor the eyes that came in as a matching pair matching his hair. Upon his back was his comrade a legendary blade by the name of Samehada yet on this day he also seemed prepared by coming with another one of his blades.It appeared from the tip of the carbon black blade to the hilt with a hint of blue stripped around the handle.
He only needed to train but it would be amusing to see someone push his limits but it wouldn’t be a problem to just train and grow stronger. Feeling the growl of Samehada upon his back, Blitz realized he was just tall enough to not drag the blade upon the earth. Being six foot came with the advantage. Making his way to an empty bench on the side of the training field it was easy to see the training that was done upon the field. Glittered with broken weapons tossed to the sides leaving the field barren with battle marks and between the grass.
Sitting upon the edge of the bench while Samehada hangs off for a little while on his back, Blitz simply closed his eyes waiting for anyone to show up. Cracking his neck a little he wondered who would appear on this day and how much of a shinobi would they be to spar with such a man. Yet he only cared for the thrill of battle as long as he did not hurt his fellow shinobi he was satisfied with them pushing a hundred percent at him. With a little growl from the mighty sword Blitz could only chuckle before responding.
“Soon Samehada.”
He only needed to train but it would be amusing to see someone push his limits but it wouldn’t be a problem to just train and grow stronger. Feeling the growl of Samehada upon his back, Blitz realized he was just tall enough to not drag the blade upon the earth. Being six foot came with the advantage. Making his way to an empty bench on the side of the training field it was easy to see the training that was done upon the field. Glittered with broken weapons tossed to the sides leaving the field barren with battle marks and between the grass.
Sitting upon the edge of the bench while Samehada hangs off for a little while on his back, Blitz simply closed his eyes waiting for anyone to show up. Cracking his neck a little he wondered who would appear on this day and how much of a shinobi would they be to spar with such a man. Yet he only cared for the thrill of battle as long as he did not hurt his fellow shinobi he was satisfied with them pushing a hundred percent at him. With a little growl from the mighty sword Blitz could only chuckle before responding.
“Soon Samehada.”