Post by Shoichi on Mar 27, 2016 20:05:11 GMT
(( Feel free to sit and talk and humor an old man ))
Shoichi walked along the grasses path the light shone down on his bare head. Whipping the sweat from his forehead he took a little break on a near by fallen tree. Putting down the fishing rod and a box he found for the fish, he sat back and took in his surrounds. The birds were chirping and the air had a the sweet sent of greenery that reminded him of his home. Breathing in deeply he sighed as he fluffed his brown kimono trying to cool himself off. "This heat will be the death of me".
Standing up after his small break he pick up his fishing gear and continued walk. His feet crunched the grass as he walked unhindered. If there was one good thing that came out of the whole mess, was that he could move without pain or restriction. " The nice young lady said that there was an open fishing spot around here somewhere". Shoichi smiled as he remembered the mother and daughter that told him of this spot, even if they were not real the makers of this game went to great lengths to make them as real as people. Rustling through the light forested area he was met with a small river that flowed down. It was crystal clear, he could see the fish swimming around.
Filling the box he found with some water he would place it down beside him. Crossing his legs he sat down and held his fishing rod, slowly placing the straight hook into the water as not to scare the fish. The river lightly trickled down tickling the man's ears with the sound of it's song, the cicadas hummed adding their own music to the piece. Shoichi, would hum along with the sounds, his voice was rough from all his years of teaching, but it was a soft rough.