Training

Hitogotoshi sat in his black coffin, the hinged door open. The dark abyss of night enveloping his skinny body. He looked out blankly at the dark invisible mist. Only his 3 senses were there with him besides the small possum munching on his trail mix that was strapped to his hip. He could taste the saltiness of the sea air, he could see the water resedue on his glass eyes,and he could smell the wetness of the mudflats. Hito stayed there for a long time until he thought his body was ready. Ready to train.

He pulled out a syringe from a silver box and injected himself with a clear liquid before getting up and taking his stance in front of the clusters of boulders and mud. He began to jump from rock to rock, dancing over the deep mud until he was going too fast for the eye to see. He hated going high speeds with this fragile body, but it was the only way for it to get used to the air pressure. He had already gotten used to agility until he could avoid heavy rock slides with only a broken arm. Though this was yet to be mastered as well.

Hito was jumping and dodging imaginary foes upon the rocks not making a sound with his cushioned shoes. He soon felt the presence of a human. Usually he wasn't able to sense the Willows and could strongly sense his own clans. The human signature was more raw and untamed as the conservative Guujins who did not let their chakra eminate and contained it with high technology. Perfect for S ranked missions because of that. Hito sighed as he knew that not even the Kage could sense him, though he knew that it caused people great suprise when he popped up. Whether or not he explained the reason.

Hito stopped and looked torwards the voice. He walked slowly and purposfully kicked a few rocks to show her the direction of where he was walking. Hito was only 11, but he was built as a 16 year old until he grew out of the image and his skin turned to mold again. The sun was slowly coming up behind hito, his black hair and eyes throwing shadows to his blank face. His skinny form making him look more like a spirit than a human. " Um...this is the training area, Miss." HIs voice crackled as if he was speaking through a broken microphone; even though his lips did not move as he spoke.

Hito stared at the girl. Her perfect skin showed that she had a high nuitrition content that resided in penuts for both her hair and skin. Her orange hair told him that she belonged in the 12346 category of human heredity and he ehard her slight heartbeat. Following the flow he estimated that she lacked high reaction when people toched her stomach and her calves. She also was hard to bruise. Hito nodded at her reaction to the light and also estimated that it would take 45 seconds for him to take action in any situation like this for him to attack or flee from her. Though it would take 1 minute and 30 seconds when light came to darkness. " I spend most of my freetime here. Do you want me to remove myself?"

He walked over, his skinny body moving akwardly as if he was a puppet upon a string. " This coffin is where I keep all of the things I ever owned. It is also where I sleep. Do you like it?" He picked it up and closed the lid. It showed Hito's full name and a date. The date showed that he had died 7 years ago and that he was four years old when he did.

Hito watched The lady shuffle and squirm. It seemed she was very uncomfortable with the coffin as people mostly are. Hito began to think of the girl and why she wore such colorful clothes. He assumed it was to confuse the oponent into thinking she was a citizen-no. That idea was scrapped. It was too fancy to be a citizen dress. It was more like the clothing of an angel. Though the crazy doctor always said there was no such thing as angels.

Hito looked up from his coffin and smiled. It was a hard expression to do, his face streaching against his face made the bone underneath uncomfortable. " People call me Hito." He failed to mention that the nickname litterally meant "person". He sat down in the seiza position, as he did so a small possum jumped out of a small pouch that was strapped to his hip and climbed up to his head. Still munching on an almond with its chubby cheeks working away at it. "People say that its much easier to pronounce." His crackly voice made him sound like an electronic fortune teller.

[[Pausing.. Sorry.]]