- Mitsuru: Mitsuru listens boredly to the roaring waterfall to his left, while Indian-sitting on varying rocks, all covered with shaggy green moss. The twenty-foot high cascade sprays a substantial quantity of water to create a damp, low-lying mist around its perimeter, including the silver waters of a small lake at its base, ranging from fifteen to eighteen feet at depth. Most lush trees, both fruit-bearing and not, ascent at towering heights; thick and sturdy vines hang from twisted knots at the branches, with some even touching the numerous colossal roots. These trees surround the waterfall and pond, allowing the passage of light from the cloudy sky. It may even rain at any time, given the gray cumulonimbus clouds hovering over the cold atmosphere. The pyres of the Greek temple are indistinctly visible from his location, thanks to the leaves of the trees. A dirt path, full of loam soil meanders like a river through the thicket and into the temple itself. As for his concern, he is wearing a celestial bronze breastplate, greaves, and arm-guards. Wrapped around his waist was his belt bag, which contained a plentiful amount of makibishi spikes. Finally, his celestial bronze ninjato reposes on his hips, which seems to sparkle with diamonds because of the misty spray, and the light from the sky.
Mitsuru was the only one to post, hyu wins :/
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