Post by Shawn Rabuburēdo on Jun 2, 2021 17:38:37 GMT -5
Time for another simple mission, one that Shawn knew was going to be simple, thus allowing him to train some more. This time he was to head to Kyoto and do a basic patrol, after all, with so many people there was bound to be something spiritual in nature hanging about, even if it was only just a human with slightly stronger spiritual presence. Heading to the senkaimon he was going to get this patrol down quick for some free time to train in the world of the living, of course that was only if everything went smoothly and nothing caused issues. Ensuring he had on the proper shihakusho and waraji, his silver necklace of the cross and his Zanpakuto, it was time to head through.
Just as he expected, this day of patrol went smoothly and there was still some sun left in the sky, finding a good place in a public park with plenty of trees around he began training his body. Thanks to some previous spars he understands he lacks physical prowess and stamina, so those are what he intended to work on mostly, although with his lack of energy sensory some time working on honing his actual senses was required as well. Taking a jog around the wooded area was enough to already bring a light sweat. With the fact that sweat was already produced he decided to begin working on his senses, taking the time to gather and steady his breath while focusing on the world around him.
In this position thoughts of his previous life flooded his mind, even in this strange new advanced world some things still reminded him of his time walking this world. His sister and brother playing hide and seek with him in a small patch of woods, with his eyes closed he could hear them giggle as he was counting, sadly the nearby creak drowned out the noise of his siblings moving around. When he finished counting it didn't take long for him to find his sister but his brother was always tricky to spot. Preferring to hide in small nooks and cranny's it was hard to see any part of his body as it was usually completely covered.
This memory brought a smile to Shawn's face as he sat there in silence trying to listen to his surroundings, focusing on picking up any simple noise he could like a twig breaking or and animal call. Anybody that could see him would notice a man with some sweat on his head sitting cross legged on the ground and hands on his lap remaining motionless. If that wasn't strange enough than the sword and sheath sitting within a foot of him would have surely raised a few brows.
Just as he expected, this day of patrol went smoothly and there was still some sun left in the sky, finding a good place in a public park with plenty of trees around he began training his body. Thanks to some previous spars he understands he lacks physical prowess and stamina, so those are what he intended to work on mostly, although with his lack of energy sensory some time working on honing his actual senses was required as well. Taking a jog around the wooded area was enough to already bring a light sweat. With the fact that sweat was already produced he decided to begin working on his senses, taking the time to gather and steady his breath while focusing on the world around him.
In this position thoughts of his previous life flooded his mind, even in this strange new advanced world some things still reminded him of his time walking this world. His sister and brother playing hide and seek with him in a small patch of woods, with his eyes closed he could hear them giggle as he was counting, sadly the nearby creak drowned out the noise of his siblings moving around. When he finished counting it didn't take long for him to find his sister but his brother was always tricky to spot. Preferring to hide in small nooks and cranny's it was hard to see any part of his body as it was usually completely covered.
This memory brought a smile to Shawn's face as he sat there in silence trying to listen to his surroundings, focusing on picking up any simple noise he could like a twig breaking or and animal call. Anybody that could see him would notice a man with some sweat on his head sitting cross legged on the ground and hands on his lap remaining motionless. If that wasn't strange enough than the sword and sheath sitting within a foot of him would have surely raised a few brows.