[ Easter Continent | Imperial Akinian Military - 3rd Division ]
[ 11th Brigade Camp | Mamoru Senju ]
[ Doing his day-to-day routine, Mamoru slowly adjusts to a life in a military camp. Undergoing training exercises to prepare for his next mission. He also makes an important first step towards embracing his new position, while looking for someone very elusive.]
[ 11th Brigade Camp | Mamoru Senju ]
[ Doing his day-to-day routine, Mamoru slowly adjusts to a life in a military camp. Undergoing training exercises to prepare for his next mission. He also makes an important first step towards embracing his new position, while looking for someone very elusive.]
For Mamoru, days seemed to mold into one, continuous cycle of sleeping, training and resting. Not that he was complaining. Keeping himself occupied was the best thing he could have asked for these days. Exercises seemed to be more demanding than ever, but he focused more than ever on them. His free time, albeit almost nonexistent, was also divided. Mamoru kept himself busy with training on his own, and he was doing so with both Oak and Ash at the same time. He wanted to master using both of his blades at the same time for the next encounter with the enemy that was bound to happen.
In his free time, especially late in the evenings he also trained in his Taika Armor. He chose this time to avoid uncomfortable situations due to his cultural heritage. Taking into account his previous experience, he found his armor rather cumbersome to wear, especially to fight in. This greatly surprised him, as he never experienced this issue before theseate night sessions. If he had this much issues with it practicing moves against still dummies, he could not imagine the problems he would face against a real enemy. Upon the third night training session in it, he took it off and sealed it away. He sat on the training field, looking at the scroll containing it.I think the time has come to sprout my own roots. I'm sorry, Father, he thought to himself as an idea was taking roots in his mind.
He gathered his gear and went back to the tent, where the rest of his team was already sleeping. Frowning a bit at the sight, he was hoping to catch Aoi still awake. During the past few days since their return, she has been elusive, to say the least. Disappearing early in the morning, returning to the tent late in the night seemed to be her routine. With a mental sigh, he placed down his gear and slumped down on his sleeping place. He gave one last look towards Aoi, then rolled to his side and within minutes, he was asleep. He opened his eyes in the morning, with the feeling that only a few seconds had passed. He turned quickly, only to look at an empty tent. He let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair as he did so.
Getting up a minute later, he quickly gathered his gear and went out into the camp, already bustling with activity. He made his way towards his morning exercises, arriving just in time with the rest of the group. During his warm up stretches, he thought he saw a person with unmistakable blue hair among the crowd. Taken back a bit, he shot a quick glimpse towards their drill instructor.He would likely stomp me for just the idea, Mamoru thought. The rest of his drill was the same as usual - hard, grueling and rewarding. Three hours later, he was already wandering through the camp, but not without aim.
First, he visited the requisition tent, where he obtained some brown paint. He was about to leave when an unusual piece of armor caught his eye - a kama. He heard about them from his father, who praised the added protection it offered to the wearer. Giving the Provision master a questioning look, the man turned to it, then turned back to Mamoru." You fancy that war skirt, kiddo? Be my guest, but remember - don't wash it in a machine." With boisterous laughter, have it to Mamoru, who quickly thanked and turned on his heels to leave. Quickly walking back to his tent, he unsealed his armor and quickly worked on detaching the shoulder guards, as well as the pieces protecting his legs.
He then tried to place the guards on his Akino flack jacket and upon examining it for a few minutes, going through various scenarios in his mind he was more determined to carry on with his idea. He placed them back on the table and opened the can of paint, matching in color with the jacket. He started to pain over the vibrant red with the Akinian brown, letting out a sigh of relief upon seeing how the new color looks on his armor. He quickly worked through both pieces, until there was only one spot needing to be coloured. The Symbol of the Senju Clan. With a somewhat heavy heart, and an even heavier sigh he painted it over. Once that was done he would let it dry for a few hours before visiting a blacksmith to help him finish his plan. As he watched the paint slowly dry, he uttered a few words that helped him realize that this was the right thing to do.
" This is no longer about the Senju, Hon or Hyuuga. This is about Akino now."
In his free time, especially late in the evenings he also trained in his Taika Armor. He chose this time to avoid uncomfortable situations due to his cultural heritage. Taking into account his previous experience, he found his armor rather cumbersome to wear, especially to fight in. This greatly surprised him, as he never experienced this issue before theseate night sessions. If he had this much issues with it practicing moves against still dummies, he could not imagine the problems he would face against a real enemy. Upon the third night training session in it, he took it off and sealed it away. He sat on the training field, looking at the scroll containing it.I think the time has come to sprout my own roots. I'm sorry, Father, he thought to himself as an idea was taking roots in his mind.
He gathered his gear and went back to the tent, where the rest of his team was already sleeping. Frowning a bit at the sight, he was hoping to catch Aoi still awake. During the past few days since their return, she has been elusive, to say the least. Disappearing early in the morning, returning to the tent late in the night seemed to be her routine. With a mental sigh, he placed down his gear and slumped down on his sleeping place. He gave one last look towards Aoi, then rolled to his side and within minutes, he was asleep. He opened his eyes in the morning, with the feeling that only a few seconds had passed. He turned quickly, only to look at an empty tent. He let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair as he did so.
Getting up a minute later, he quickly gathered his gear and went out into the camp, already bustling with activity. He made his way towards his morning exercises, arriving just in time with the rest of the group. During his warm up stretches, he thought he saw a person with unmistakable blue hair among the crowd. Taken back a bit, he shot a quick glimpse towards their drill instructor.He would likely stomp me for just the idea, Mamoru thought. The rest of his drill was the same as usual - hard, grueling and rewarding. Three hours later, he was already wandering through the camp, but not without aim.
First, he visited the requisition tent, where he obtained some brown paint. He was about to leave when an unusual piece of armor caught his eye - a kama. He heard about them from his father, who praised the added protection it offered to the wearer. Giving the Provision master a questioning look, the man turned to it, then turned back to Mamoru." You fancy that war skirt, kiddo? Be my guest, but remember - don't wash it in a machine." With boisterous laughter, have it to Mamoru, who quickly thanked and turned on his heels to leave. Quickly walking back to his tent, he unsealed his armor and quickly worked on detaching the shoulder guards, as well as the pieces protecting his legs.
He then tried to place the guards on his Akino flack jacket and upon examining it for a few minutes, going through various scenarios in his mind he was more determined to carry on with his idea. He placed them back on the table and opened the can of paint, matching in color with the jacket. He started to pain over the vibrant red with the Akinian brown, letting out a sigh of relief upon seeing how the new color looks on his armor. He quickly worked through both pieces, until there was only one spot needing to be coloured. The Symbol of the Senju Clan. With a somewhat heavy heart, and an even heavier sigh he painted it over. Once that was done he would let it dry for a few hours before visiting a blacksmith to help him finish his plan. As he watched the paint slowly dry, he uttered a few words that helped him realize that this was the right thing to do.
" This is no longer about the Senju, Hon or Hyuuga. This is about Akino now."