New Doesn't Always Mean Awesome

As per the usual, the Rukongai's 22nd southern district's Forest was alive with movement, sound and other attention grabbing aspects of life. The sunlight or whatever lighting and heating source worked for the Spiritual Universe sent "Sunlight" streaming through the leaves, casting a mercifully effective shadow to the forest floor. Only patches of light through the areas where no leaves were present shined down onto the lower level of the beautiful forest. Among the creatures of the forest was a young and rather pale creature which was most definitely not a Native of the Forest.

Dressed in the drab but rather effective clothing of those who operated under the command of the Onmitsukido was a young man. He was dressed in a fashion similar to that of ancient japan's Ninja. His outfit consisted of a black bandanna like cloth that hid his hair and reached low enough that it covered his eye brows, another part of the garment reached up to just below his neck, leaving the bottom half of his face bare, this helped him see, smell and hear much more freely than some of the other Onmitsukido who wore the completely basic Onmitsukido uniform. The ending portions, the sleeves and ends of his pants, were tied up with black bands so as to stop the garments from moving around too much and thus creating unnecessary noise. Overall, the outfit clearly spoke of it's real purpose, to hide all sound and make assassination all the more easy for those who wore it.

The stealthily clad young man's grunts tore the silence of the area surrounding him apart and had long since sent the wild life running. Kujou Takashi was doing as he always did on his days off, training. Takashi did not train as many others did, because they were obsessed with gaining and lording power over others, Takashi did it because he was obsessed with completing a request given to him by a past friend. Takashi stood in front of a tree, or it could be considered a tree if in definition, not all trees possessed no bark. Takashi's constant blows, whether they be from elbow, knuckle, knee, or even in the spur of the moment, head, had ripped the bark from the tree thus leaving the woody flesh bare and even that had begun to tear away from Takashi's trained and excessive strikes.

Takashi finally stopped striking the tree and instead crouched, hands on knees, gasping to drag breath between his teeth, obviously well worked over from his hour long training session. Suddenly stopping, Takashi's breathing was once more normal and he wiped the sweat from his brow utilizing the clothing that covered his wrist. His cardiovascular system had been dramatically improved since he had joined the Onmitsukido and the 2nd Division, the constant training had taught his lungs a very important lesson "You only get ten seconds to get better. Use em" and they had heeded the lesson well. Takashi tore off his bandanna and leaned up against the barkless tree that he used for so many Hakuda training sessions. He was feeling rather aggravated as he had notice that lately, the speed of all of his strikes had not risen, it appeared that the limit for his solo training prowess was approaching. "I need a sparring partner" Takashi muttered to himself.