Etai sped up the trail to Mt. Myria. Being the eccentric, Jounin 11 year old he was, he was always hyped and ready to play. His mind was always on games, and treated fighting like it was nothing. His cloak flew in the wind, waving madly in the fierce wind that tore at Etais hair and body. Despite this, he was still running fast, something that came with the gift of being an Edrick. He grinned and slowed down once he reached the peak of the mountain.
Etai would look above the village, surveying everything, making sure everyone and everything was alright. Despite his young age and unstable mind, he knew his responsibilities as one of the Top Dogs of his Village, and he took it seriously, or tried to. He looked out into the ocean, and noticed a rather large Hurricane rolling over the earth, making its way over the ocean. He'd have to alert Dom and the other higher ups.
Pulling his white light Chakra Sabre, he began fiddling with the blade, cutting strips off his light blue T shirt and his kakhi shorts.
Subject: The Devils Feet 
Tue May 29, 2012 10:54 pm
