Book One; Will of Fire (On Hiatus)

Met A Strange Man

With an annoyed face, I blew a piece of hair out of my eye. I looked around once again.
I am lost. Yep, ya' heard it. Lost.
I've never been in this part of the forest before, and the trees are too high-or I'm too little- to see the hokage faces.
I walked in a random direction, I sincerely hope this won't become a permanent thing. I really dont want to get lost all the time, it's irritating.

I got to a clearing, and walked closer.
I whistled, that is one big house, or mansion, or is it a dojō? Nevermind.

I walked closer to the entrance and knocked. Just to be polite. Nothing. I knocked harder. Nothing. I knocked harder, close to banging. Nothing.

I frowned, and then grabbed on the door...and slid it open. Nobody 's home? I walked inside and was greeted with nothing. The place was huge. And there was all kinds of weapons and training gear! I gaped.

I took my shoes off and walked around the dojō with bare feet. I dont like socks that much, it's much better to walk with just feet. If nobody was living here, then I could train for a bit, right?

I placed my bag on the floor and pulled some clothes from the bag. I hurridly took it on and instantly felt relaxed. I like these clothes. A burnt orange baggy hakama pants with a black karate belt, a white baggy tank top tucked under the pants and my hair pulled into a tight bun.

What should I start with? I wondered. Maybe some of the usual? Punches, Kicks, push-ups and the like?

I pushed myself up to my hands, and began to do push-ups udside down. After doing a hundred I twirled with my hands and began to do helicopter kicks.

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I wiped my eyebrow and looked at the clock; 12:34.
I blinked, little over five hours I've been training. Lunch time~

I took my lunch and dug in. There went barely 3 minutes when I was done. I have to say, I can cook pretty well. And I'm proud of it, maybe I should buy some more book cooking lessons to a more advanced level? I'm almost done with the beginner books and have them completely memorised.

I stood up, packing my lunch box away, and turned to stretch-
I locked eyes with a man. He was leaning on another door to another room and staring at me lazely.
I looked at him with wide eyes and pale. Frozen, like a deer caught in headlight.
"Wh-who are you?" I finally asked, after what felt like hours of staring.

He hummed, ignoring my question"How long have you been training?"

"...around five hours." I replied.

"Why are you here?"

"I got lost and ended up here- I havent been here in this part of the forest before." I added as he raised an eyebrow.

He nodded. And didn't say anything. He looked like he was contemplating something.

I fidgeted uneasely. "G-goodbye," I said and took my bag on my shoulder. I walked over to the door, took my shoes on and with a quick bow, slid the door open. I was stopped by his voice.

"Come again tomorrow."

And when he didn't say anything more, I left as fast as I could.