Satsu just got out of his village wandering with a sack that he wore like a backpack. The sachel had about six Kunai in it, and three shuriken. On his side was a sheath holding a sword which was his main weapon. He was on his way to the training grounds trying to practice some jutsu, and swordsmanship. The sun was at it's highest point beating down on satsu like a hammer. He walked on with his crimson red hair reflecting the suns beams. Satsu wore a black robe with white trim, his bamboo sandals digging in to the rubbel beneath him. The training area was in his view now, it was sort of hard to see due to the blinding sun but Satsu could see it alright. Satsu unsheathed his sword swinging it around as it glistened in the sun, he threw it in the air with his right hand than catching it by the hilt with his left hand. He looked at his fae in the swords reflection, then scratching his cheek out of the blue. He continued walking in the sun hoping to achieve the distance of the training grounds.