It was a surprisingly quiet morning in the forest. A very unusual day, Arcadia usually bustling with sound in one way or another. It wasn't really an uneasy stillness though. A light breeze blew through the trees, releasing the gentle sound of rustling leaves through the air. Occasionally there'd be the chirp of a bird, or the sound of a distant animal running, but other than that it seemed to be mostly quiet. The creatures of the night were retiring for the day, the last cricket chirp ending 10 minutes prior. The creatures of the day seemed to be remaining in their homes. Perhaps they had not yet quite realized it was day. There were thick clouds overhead. Not so thick that it was raining, but thick enough to make it a distinct possibility. As a result, the forest was blanketed in a dull grayish lighting. Not exactly pretty, but to some it was a nice ambiance. The moisture in the air was rather thick, further indicating the possibility of rain. Still, there would definitely be some time before it rained. Perhaps this is why there were a few creatures still bustling about, making sure their home was safe and stocked up. The treetops further shaded the ground. It was surprisingly not a very cold day, but the shade gave the forest a nice cool feeling. It was almost as if the forest was in a strange form of partial hibernation. Of course, not everything was hiding away in the safety of some permanent or makeshift home. SOME people had better things to do. And by people, I mean person. And by person, I mean a 6'0 ape descendant whose house for all he knows could have been destroyed to make way for a bypass. Well, probably not, Arcadia probably has little use of bypasses. Still, the heterochromic man in his head had more important things to do than sit around and relax. People like him don't get to relax, no matter how badly they want to. As he walked through the forest, a light breeze blew his medium length blonde hair. His clothes, too, moved a bit as a result of the breeze.
Upon coming to a small clearing, he stopped and sighed. He never pictured his life coming to this. He used to have everything he could ever want, and now he has nothing. Nothing but his clothes, and the old sword made by his great grandfather. Having that sword was better than nothing, seeing as he needed to protect himself. Truthfully though, what he carried was a weapon of quality that was almost impossible to match, for an unenchanted sword anyway. You could find equals if you were lucky, but not a better blade. He had no idea what he really carried in his hand though, so to him, it was just a means of protection and the last connection to his family. His life wasn't all bad luck though, he had met an elf whom seemed to be willing to help him. Sure, after being abandoned and betrayed by nearly everyone he once knew, he was painfully distrustful, but that was mere self defense. He knew he needed to be able to physically protect himself, and she seemed like his best bet. Elwyn, as was the elf's name, was asleep when he last saw her. Rather than wake her up, he decided he'd go out and practice a little himself. Honestly, he was sort of expecting her to just get up and leave once she saw he wasn't there. Though deep in his heart, a part of his hear he himself was not truly aware of, he was praying that wasn't the case. That self defense mechanism of his probably caused him more grief than it was worth, he was not a loner in his heart.
From it's sheathe Snopy drew Yasumasa. The katana was definitely strange, and he realized this whenever he drew it. It somehow felt both heavy and light when he picked it up. It did what it was supposed to surprisingly well though, so he never really questioned it. He took up the basic stance his father had taught him. Both hands on the hilt, the tip pointing upward to where an opponent's throat might be. Snopy always thought that it'd be far easier to swing the blade as he unsheathed it, but he had so little training something like that would probably get him killed. Keeping both hands on the blade he began swinging. Not optimal training obviously, but being self taught isn't exactly easy. Swinging the blade around though would at least help him with his strength and coordination, since both of those were needed to ACTUALLY swing the thing as he wanted. Later he might switch to something else, maybe running in order to improve his speed and stamina. Still, he was training alone, and he wasn't an expert on the concept. At this rate it would take a long time to see real results.
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