[Minori Gin]

the sun rises

When not at sea, Gin spent a great deal of his time training. Keeping his skills sharp was of the utmost importance to him, though there was also the element of entertainment. Approaching the training grounds, there was good opportunity to assess the skills of others, as well as determine who might make an interesting match for his blade. Above all else, Gin valued a challenge, and it was rare he found someone who he thought could truly give him one.

Today, he spied a fascinating mark. A man about his age, though a bit taller, working on his shuriken throws with a training dummy. Always a disappointing way to train one's bukijutsu - the inanimate targets were good for ranged practice, but little else beyond the preliminary. Gin would much rather the stranger target those shuriken at him.

Taking a kunai in hand, he tossed it to strike the man's training dummy, then greeted him by waving both hands.

"You look like a competent soldier, so you must be getting pretty bored working only with a dummy," Gin guessed. Hayato's clothing was practical, so it wasn't like Gin could assess his body condition on appearance alone, but he seemed strong. "Would you like to try taking on something more challenging?"

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[Kazuhiro Hayato]

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[attr="class","dibody2"] Hayato had kept to his normal routine every day as he awoke before the sun peaked over the mountains and readied himself to carry on normal training and duties. He found comfort in these, they gave a purpose to a life, a direction to follow. As he passed next to the still unopened boxes of his belongings, stacked against a wall inside his new apartment he made to follow the usual routine, stretching and calisthenics, before he made to grab for his gear. Outside he felt the cold air nip at his skin, dry his lips. Exhalation draw hazes of white mist that escaped his lips and he felt a burn on his muscles that fold the sharp coldness of the early morning. The ANBU Captain continued, until he reached one of the training grounds. He looked around, he was alone, of course he would be alone at this time of the day. But he liked it so, he liked the solitude the morning would give him, before duty, before doing anything else, even if it was something that he found as leisurely, he preferred to do so in loneliness. He took aim at the training dummies, each new throw from the kunai represented a new scar for each dummy, each shuriken another stylish kill strike that aimed at vital areas. Of course there was no reason to believe they would be strikes that could kill an actual enemy. In battle there was movement, confusion, setbacks. It wasn't linear like what he was doing. And part of him ached to have an actual test. It seemed that whatever deity that had heard him answered his prayers in an instant. As a foreign kunai struck the dummy he was facing. He turned and saw a man, shorter than him with long silvery hair. He allowed air to escape his lips, the same white haze from before escaping his lips. "I would." Hayato replied in a quiet tone. [attr="class","ditags2"]326 ✖ Minori Gin ✖ notes if you want

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[Minori Gin]

the sun rises

The stranger exhaled and condensation danced through the cold air. Notably, it didn't seem that the man's breathing was heavy at all. He hadn't yet had to exert himself on this easy training. Sure enough, he agreed to Gin's question. He craved a greater challenge than what this stationary target could give him. Gin would be very happy to supply that challenge.

He smiled at Hayato with a genuine excitement, beaming like the morning sun that was still, sluggishly, crawling over the horizon.

"Would you be interested in a spar, then?" Gin inquired. Even that wouldn't be especially exciting, though. Gin couldn't guess at this man's age, but anyone who had been in the line of shinobi for a while had sparred with countless individuals. Sparring with peers was common practice all the way from the academy to the grave. Perhaps he should add an extra layer of complication?

"We could engage in one on the water, aboard a vessel," he said, pulling his blade from his its scabbard to poise in a wide stance, demonstrative of the one a shinobi would take while fighting on a boat. "It helps engage multiple areas of training, since you have to focus on your opponent as well as your core."

Gin fought aboard ships very often in the course of his job, but he also wouldn't call himself the single most seasoned naval officer in the world, so he wouldn't have too distinct an advantage, which would be against his code of honor.

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