Talon awoke that morning and rose out of bed, he scratched his messy, unruly morning hair before hopping in the shower and getting ready for the day. After he got out of the shower he toweled off his hair and got dressed. He wore his usual attire. The reddish brown button up shirt with the black coat and black shinobi pants. He belted off the pants and cracked his neck before leaving for the gardens, making sure to grab his blood scythe on the way out. He waved to a few of the nearby shop owners as he left and walked toward the gardens.

As he walked through the city streets and toward his favorite spot in the village he waved at the many people who waved at him. He knew none of them actual knew him. But they recognized a chunin when they saw one. This kind of made Talon sad as he didn't have many friends, if any at all. As he arrived at the garden he smiled at the familiar scene of columns of light filtering down through the glass ceiling and he walked around until he spied a large tree.

He jumped up to a high branch and laid back, enjoying the breeze and the sun on his face as he laid with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed.