09-30-2015, 09:21 AM
Hikaru moved to pinch herself in the face but realized the stupidity of such a thing given that she knew this was a dream. Ururu on the other hand she could feel from her that she was still totally enchanted by everything in a laze-faire attitude.
After all the peripheral of the dream warped and Konohagakure's Academy came into focus as children who looked roughly the current groups age were flowing various martial arts stances. One of them was a mirror image of Ururu wearing only a gym shirt, bike shorts and a train engineer's goggles around her forehead. For that matter, her braid was significantly shorter.
And then for reasons that only Ururu knew in the back of her head, namely all this, a kirin fell from the sky. Landing upon the water it took a leap above the figures from Desco's own and landed in the middle of the academy grounds.
Well Hikaru thought, at least this hadn't descended into an orgy like she had been expecting to fight off. The last thing she wanted to do was subject this child to something of that caliber. No this at least seemed to be playing off of Ururu's mental state lately. That of an actual child.
All they needed now- yep. That.
A rainbow descended down as imagination continued to mix with memory and by now the children were making a break for the beach, chasing after the mythical creature.
Hikaru raised a hand and tried to keep things on course, her hope had been to raise Ururu's awareness of her growing immaturity without having to actually need a conversation about her actions as of lately.
Chuunin-sensei Oraku came down the beach in a whirlwind of sand and oak leaves and stared down the two groups. A balding man who had held this position for years was known for strict non-nonsense whenever class was in session.
“Oy! All of you, keep practicing your Taijutsu,” He paused and looked directly at Desco's end of the world, “that means you two transfer students! I don't know how Kirigakure does things now a days but there's a reason it was called the Bloody Mist back in the day!”
After all the peripheral of the dream warped and Konohagakure's Academy came into focus as children who looked roughly the current groups age were flowing various martial arts stances. One of them was a mirror image of Ururu wearing only a gym shirt, bike shorts and a train engineer's goggles around her forehead. For that matter, her braid was significantly shorter.
And then for reasons that only Ururu knew in the back of her head, namely all this, a kirin fell from the sky. Landing upon the water it took a leap above the figures from Desco's own and landed in the middle of the academy grounds.
Well Hikaru thought, at least this hadn't descended into an orgy like she had been expecting to fight off. The last thing she wanted to do was subject this child to something of that caliber. No this at least seemed to be playing off of Ururu's mental state lately. That of an actual child.
All they needed now- yep. That.
A rainbow descended down as imagination continued to mix with memory and by now the children were making a break for the beach, chasing after the mythical creature.
Hikaru raised a hand and tried to keep things on course, her hope had been to raise Ururu's awareness of her growing immaturity without having to actually need a conversation about her actions as of lately.
Chuunin-sensei Oraku came down the beach in a whirlwind of sand and oak leaves and stared down the two groups. A balding man who had held this position for years was known for strict non-nonsense whenever class was in session.
“Oy! All of you, keep practicing your Taijutsu,” He paused and looked directly at Desco's end of the world, “that means you two transfer students! I don't know how Kirigakure does things now a days but there's a reason it was called the Bloody Mist back in the day!”