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[Harada Orochi]

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It was a very rare sighting to see Harada Orochi at any temple other than the Shou temple. Even rarer to see him without some sort of entourage with him. In fact, if it wasn't for his height or intimidating stature, no one would have probably guessed who he was. Just another patron, coming to pay their respects at the temple. But it wasn't just some patron. It was Harada Orochi. The flames on his black silk Kimono revealed that much as he stridden with the confidence of a man of his caliber could only possess.

He went to where many of the masters had their lessons in the temple. Heading towards the side dedicated to the mother goddess. After asking around he was directed to where he could train in peace. One of the large training rooms wasn't scheduled to be used for a couple of times and was at Orochi's disposal.

Before stepping out onto the wooden floor of the room, he removed his kimono. Revealing his bare torso and black silk pants that were bunched up at the ankles. On his right shoulder was a years old burn mark, going from the top of his shoulder down to the middle of his back. He had various other scarring, but nothing as severe as the burn. He removed his sandals, pulling his socks off as well. Folding his kimono up he put it just inside the door along with his footwear and then got on his knees. Leaning back to sit on them he held his hands in front of him in a prayer-like position. His lips moving in a silent prayer to thank the goddess for giving him his gifts. He rose then, padding out into the middle of the room, and began to stretch. Getting his muscles nice and loose.

Once he was satisfied with he was loosened up enough he went through a series of different exercises of Tai Chi Chuan before he stopped, and moved into quicker movements. He jabbed and kicked the air. His body moving fluidly from one move to the next. He took a deep breath then, and this time as he thrust his palm forward a burning red flame burst through. He moved again, putting one his weight mostly on one foot as he leaned back and did a windmill kick. Flames came forth from the underside of the foot. Looking as if he'd just kicked them to propel them forward. He dropped down into a roll, pushings his hands out in front of him as a cyclone of flame shot forward, suddenly enveloping the room in intense heat as well as light.

Orochi stood, not even having broken a sweet yet. He rolled his neck, hearing it pop a few times, and then jumped back into his exercises. Not yet noticing he was being watched.