Spar at the Temple
Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:46 pm
Ten pillars encircled the whole complex leaving a wide and open training ground. The stone tablets were nearly a hundred years old and the Temple was rumored to be almost as old as Renjiro.
Behind the Temple was the loud and roaring waterfall that was frequent in this region. It created a sense of peace and tranquility within the atmosphere. With a pleasant temperature, Yaku had visited the temple multiple times in his trek through the country. This was the first time he had brought Renjiro.
"Don't let go of your weapon..." Yaku demanded, hefting his own wooden blade in hand. They were blunt and nonlethal, but still dangerous. His demeanor was calm and unmoving.
His eyes kept focus on the Yamanaka. They were directly across from each other on opposite ends.
Behind the Temple was the loud and roaring waterfall that was frequent in this region. It created a sense of peace and tranquility within the atmosphere. With a pleasant temperature, Yaku had visited the temple multiple times in his trek through the country. This was the first time he had brought Renjiro.
"Don't let go of your weapon..." Yaku demanded, hefting his own wooden blade in hand. They were blunt and nonlethal, but still dangerous. His demeanor was calm and unmoving.
His eyes kept focus on the Yamanaka. They were directly across from each other on opposite ends.