A man with long, straight, shoulder-length hair and a sober, straight face was fishing intently. He wore a hand woven, slightly conical hat, that hung by a line around his neck. His name was Ryu, Ryu Hayabusa. There was a small, stable tent nearby, and a few feet away, a small fire burned. A large fish was skewered upon a stick that hung over the fire, slowly roasting it. There was an aromatic scent eminating from the fish as there was a kind of barbecue or glazing made from some of the spices in the forest. A sword was leaning nearby, a katana actually, upon a makeshift bench Ryu had hand carved out of a large log. There he stood, upon a large rock jutting out from the ground, his line cast out into the stream.
Nothing biting yet... Ryu thought to himself. He waited for a while and slowly, there came a soft tug on the line. His reaction was so fast, the fish did not know what hit it. He set his line and reeled in so fast his hands were blurring. After about half a minute, the fish on the fire had found itself a replacement. Ryu took a bite out of the fish he cooked and sat down next to his sword, kicking out a leg and relaxing. He had a long past couple of weeks and was ready for some rest and relaxation time, fishing and just doing things he enjoyed in the peace and quiet. After Ryu had finished eating, he put his fishing gear away and tugged the Dragon Sword out of it's sheath. He went out into the deep, green woods from his clearing to gather some more fire wood. When he found a sizeable branch, Ryu swung a mighty blow with his blade and severed it cleanly. Hoisting it up, Ryu put the giant branch over his shoulder and carried it back to his camp. When he got back, he threw it on the slowly dwindling fire, which caught the branch and ignited into a large roaring fire like it was when he first got it going. After the fire had been succesfully attended, he put the sword back where it was, and he kicked back on the bench he carved by hand and soaked up the red glow of the dusk sunset, enjoying and basking in the peace that swept the land.

A sudden rushed movement through the undergrowth brought littletim in and straight out of the clearing cackling madly as he went by. his body was rewarding him for the exercise with near-narcotic adrenaline, making him gain energy instead of expending it. the more he ran the lighter he felt until he caught up with his food, the deer he was chasing, and tackled it so he could finish it off.