OOC Crackness for Infy and I. =3
Haku checked his supplies as he slipped away from the camp he and Zabuza had made. His master knew that he was going to train; Haku often did when they stopped close enough to a body of water. Sometimes, the effeminate shinobi wondered if Zabuza stopped on purpose near water, intent on helping his tool hone his kekkei genkai to a point of absolute, unbreakable precision. And even though Haku never showed it, he was always grateful for Zabuza's subtle consideration of his tool's abilities.
The lake spread before him as he stepped out of the trees, and Haku smiled fondly at the undisturbed expanse of water. It wouldn't stay that way for long... Not while Haku was around. The effeminate shinobi removed sandals and mask, tucking them away where they would remain unseen by any who happened to follow his path. Senbon he kept tucked in his hair, but the kunai and shuriken he tucked into his mask as he set it aside.
Haku stepped out onto the lake as easily as if he were walking on the ground. He had no concern for falling into the lake. Between his Kekkei Genkai and his training, he wouldn't break the water tension. In fact, it had been years since he had done so without it being intentional. The young shinobi moved to the middle of the lake and took a deep breath, centering himself. Haku called his chakra and began the intricate dance of weaving that he called training his bloodline limit.
The lake spread before him as he stepped out of the trees, and Haku smiled fondly at the undisturbed expanse of water. It wouldn't stay that way for long... Not while Haku was around. The effeminate shinobi removed sandals and mask, tucking them away where they would remain unseen by any who happened to follow his path. Senbon he kept tucked in his hair, but the kunai and shuriken he tucked into his mask as he set it aside.
Haku stepped out onto the lake as easily as if he were walking on the ground. He had no concern for falling into the lake. Between his Kekkei Genkai and his training, he wouldn't break the water tension. In fact, it had been years since he had done so without it being intentional. The young shinobi moved to the middle of the lake and took a deep breath, centering himself. Haku called his chakra and began the intricate dance of weaving that he called training his bloodline limit.