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A Wish In The Well.
Mon Aug 19, 2024 1:16 pm
Connor arrived at The Dojo Yard, anticipation thrumming in his chest. He approached the entrance and paused to take in the sight before him. The expansive outdoor training ground stretched out, framed by a blend of natural and urban elements that gave the place a war-stricken thematic. The ground beneath his feet was cushioned by a thick layer of fallen leaves, their earthy scent mingling with the crisp air. He took a deep breath in. As Connor continued exploring the facility, the dank aroma of dirt and foliage mingled with other fragrances, filling his lungs and anchoring him in the present moment. Connor's measured footsteps reverberated off the walls, a dull clamour amidst the silence of what appeared to be an empty training yard. Over time, he gradually became aware of the many years spent perfecting his unhealthy behaviours and routines.
The partially abandoned buildings that filled the area stood like silent sentinels, their weather-weary facades adding an eerie atmosphere. Vines crept up the walls, reclaiming the structures, while broken windows offered glimpses into the shadows within. These buildings, once left to decay, had been repurposed into training areas, their crumbling walls now witnesses to the countless drills and battles fought within their confines. Connor began to move with purpose, his footsteps carefully chosen betwixt the leaf-strewn ground. His eyes scanned the area, taking in the various training setups scattered throughout. Strawdolls, targets, and obstacle courses designed to test every aspect of a shinobi's abilities littered the Yard. The contrast between the natural surroundings and the urban decay created a unique environment, which felt both challenging and invigoratingly honest to its purpose.
Connor adjusted his posture. His entrance was deliberate, not rushed. This was a place where shinobi honed their skills, where potential was realised, and where he would push himself to the limits alongside someone who shared a common goal. Precipitous hopes lifted him at the shoulders, and silver linings kept his focal point to the skies above. Rarely did an ambitious woman express interest in him. Seldom one to let an opportunity slip by, Connor believed there were worse ways to spend a day.
Word Count: 356
The partially abandoned buildings that filled the area stood like silent sentinels, their weather-weary facades adding an eerie atmosphere. Vines crept up the walls, reclaiming the structures, while broken windows offered glimpses into the shadows within. These buildings, once left to decay, had been repurposed into training areas, their crumbling walls now witnesses to the countless drills and battles fought within their confines. Connor began to move with purpose, his footsteps carefully chosen betwixt the leaf-strewn ground. His eyes scanned the area, taking in the various training setups scattered throughout. Strawdolls, targets, and obstacle courses designed to test every aspect of a shinobi's abilities littered the Yard. The contrast between the natural surroundings and the urban decay created a unique environment, which felt both challenging and invigoratingly honest to its purpose.
Connor adjusted his posture. His entrance was deliberate, not rushed. This was a place where shinobi honed their skills, where potential was realised, and where he would push himself to the limits alongside someone who shared a common goal. Precipitous hopes lifted him at the shoulders, and silver linings kept his focal point to the skies above. Rarely did an ambitious woman express interest in him. Seldom one to let an opportunity slip by, Connor believed there were worse ways to spend a day.
Word Count: 356
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