خواطر فى لاهوت الكلمة

And so begins the intrepid adventure of the one known as Obamatsu in the time of clear morning skies, a man of change and darkness. Hopping his merry way through the field of glass, having found himself relieved of any urges that may do with women, as the liquid laden chick back at the road fattened with love juice indicated. Obamatsu had a mirror from her purse that he is now carrying around, making his way through the grass of the Land of Fire. Even though the land is not on fire, and there is grass LITERALLY EVERYWHERE, and trees, shrubs, and all that jizz, Obamatsu finds himself lacking any realization of why it is called Land of Fire. Even though it is a stupid idea considering there is no fire anywhere. Anyways, his path was that of clearness dirt road, as he moved past the grass, the trees are spread spaciously apart to allow birth to whomever travels these roads with carriage and what have you now. Including the fatties, it has enough space to allow fat people to move through it with their lardy exterior often times taking up the road, it got bad to a point that them roads have been made JUST for the fatties to go by. That road moves slow as HELL from the traffic of fatties going to Konoha. Anyways, Obamatsu made his way through, mirror at hand, onward to the land of snow. Whooptiedoo. GOOD THING HE WAS WEARING WHITE AND HAD SNOW CLOTHING FOR THE OCCASION since he planned for the trip to the Land of Snow, which oddly wasn't in any map, so it was free for him to speculate where it was and that it was probably a short traveled distance. Though he had to watch out for them raccoon, ever since the bite incidents that made him wary of their presence, angling the mirrors in ways to have a 360 vision of his surrounding thus.

[EXIT to Land of Snow]

Kazuto chased after the man he had been assigned to follow, one Obamatsu, the young man calling out in a panicked voice "Obamatsu-san! Wait up!" He said, huffing and puffing from the strain of keeping up with the happy go lucky pace of his sensei. Kazuto was dressed in a thick black coat, a fur collar protecting his neck, his finger-less gloves traded for warmer ones, as he knew the Land of Snow would be quite cold, after all, that was what it was known for. He did not know what the mission entailed, in fact he did not know if there was even any mission to begin with. All he knew was he had to follow this man, and that was what he was doing. The heat wore Kazuto down, regretting his decision to dress so warmly before reaching the Land of Snow. It was making him much more exhausted then he needed to be, his legs aching with the travel, as his pockets jingled with the sounds of clanging metal weapons. He was always armed with a variety of weapons, choosing the keep sharp and keep prepared. The only visible one however, was the beaten worn sword on his back, something his brother had given him on his graduation day. His brother had always told him it was special, but all Kazuto could see was a beaten hand me down from his brothers early training. Kazuto had told him this, but his brother had just laughed and told him that someday he would know. Kazuto shook his head, tossing away those memories in favor of concentrating on the task at hand, keeping up with this man as they traveled.

[EXIT to Land of Snow]

Making his merry way through the same patch of grass he trod last time, Obamatsu actually made it through far after the previous travelers that accompanied him had made their way through this path. It was in the same modus operandi, stance and things and all that he assumed all consistently similar to his previous traveling circumstances that he is making his way through the path. Back to Konohagakure, his homeland, after a banana dealing service of justice to evil doers and a horny Uchiha, except now, he is more like a dead Uchiha. Anyways, whilst making his way, he looked at the reflection he had on his hand as the daylight glimmered ever so brilliantly. This was all the same in his path going back, except he was coming from the opposite direction, and the skies were overcast. It was a few illumination that rippled through the clouds in which infected the lands below with grossly incandescent lights. It was a well lit illumination that provided no discomfort and yet lit up the landscape in that darkness was quite rare or in fact non-existent in the scopes of the whole terrain. Nonetheless, Obamatsu in his sameness except very rich, and also better armed with a LOT MORE experience from his trip, made his way through these plains in glad tidings of the bounty he had reaped for himself, and having conquered a domain like a conqueror he is.

[EXIT]