Growing up on Sato Island

[Akura]

Takara threw his satchel down, letting it land convieniently in one of the bushes. He crouched down and hopped forward, bending his knees as he landed.

He checked his watch, cursing under his breath. He was late. Takara swept up his satchel, and broke into a run, wandering off the public road to take his own shortcut through the forest.

The trees soon thickened, then opened out into a large, steep slope of dry dirt.
Takara balanced his figure, one foot infront of the other so he could slide down the slope without tumbling face first.

It worked at first, but soon enough he picked up speed, catching his foot on a stray branch, which pulled his feet from under him and caused him to roll painfully down the last portion of the hill.
He cursed lightly, standing up and checking for bruises and grazes. One small cut on his elbow was all, though his school uniform was a mess.

Takara didn't have time, he pulled his satchel up on his shoulder and began running again, clambering over rocks and branches, not stopping to catch his breath.

He could see the wall ahead, bordering the town. He continued at speed, hopping up onto a rock, then heaving himself over the wall as best he could.
His bag dropped, his figured followed, grabbing his bag and dusting himself off. That shortcut probably saved him ten minutes at best.

The school yard was just around the corner from this side of town, though he was coated in dust, he was still on time.