A glint of light and steel as the rising sun slowly climbs over the distant ocean horizon. A single sharp curved blade, a katana, was struck into the ground overlooking the sea on a small cliff about fifty or so feet above sea level. A small distance away a vulpinous figure lays under a large apple tree roughly in line with both the blade and the sun. The vulpine felt it rather fitting for the moment.
He was Hanse, a Silray. Fox-like features aside he had silver fur throughout his body with black ears and paws and black head hair that streaked down his back to the base of his tail, a bit of gray near the tip of the tail which ends in black as well, and a white belly. Quite frankly, aside from the bright, shiny, and silvery fur, he had very distinct red eyes. As if to complement his natural, and rather rare, appearance, he wore a simple white silk robe and hakama pants with red stripes lining the edges of the outfit.
Hanse too a very deep breath and let it out slowly. This was to be the last day home before he had to leave in search of 'honor'. He closed his eyes and nodded off, thinking of sleeping off his troubles. 'Bring honor to the family name' he was told to do, and the time draws close to when he'll have to leave home in search of it. A terribly vague goal he thought, nothing could be more difficult or obscure a goal such as that. But what could he do, he thought, after all it was tradition. Everyone in his homeland had to go on a journey to bring recognition to their family. Whether it was to find an appropriate gift, perform good deeds, or any of the sort, everyone had honor to bring back home. But as for Hanse... he wasn't so sure. Being a combat sort of type, there aren't many out there who need him or even rarer are those needs which are honorable.
Hanse nodded off into a dream moments later, dreaming of his usual fantasies... sharp steel and epic showdowns. He was a Silray and being a Silray he had a mental condition that was signature to all Silray.... incredible dedication and a savvy towards a particular subject... his was swords, steel, and glory. Wheres he failed miserably in classes of logic he excelled in technique and combat. He dreamed of fighting evil, protecting the weak, and eating a large juicy steak. He drooled for a bit in his sleep... till he began having a slight nightmare... milk.
He wiggled a bit on the tree, shivering and rolling about. A small gust of wind and PLOP, something hit Hanse on the head and forced him from his sleep. He woke yelling out loudly and looking about in shock. Seeing nothing around him he calmed a bit and looked down, seeing the culprit. A red apple had fallen on his head. It was rather large too. He stood up and stretched a bit.
At least you aren't a green apple. I hate green apples! Blargh! He thought.
He walked forward and pulled his blade from the grass and slid it into the sheath behind his waist. This was to be the last day he'd be here for a long long time. He figured he might as well enjoy every last minute of the day he had. Whether it'd be eating a cuisine all day, escaping the Ninja Student's antics, or training, he didn't really care. Though he had to wonder... what would life be like here when he left?
He walked back to his home, a large manor estate amidst many other large homes in a fairly large village. More of a town than a village though. His homeland lies in the Western Provinces, a large continent west of the huge chain of small islands and large island countries. This area of the Western Provinces showed a great deal of oriental architecture. Colorful curved wooden structures and canvas walls, sleeping mats and floor tables.
Hanse waved and said hello to the local maid, who returned the wave in kind.
Enjoy that wave while it lasts... I'm gone by tonight... He thought.
And indeed... that night he was on a boat headed out to sea... out to find honor and somehow bring it back home.
