Gaara continues to walk through the thick, green forest. With his light turquiose eye he gazes around watching the surrounding animals and plants. Nature sure is beautiful.. A small bird flies infront of his face for a breif moment. Its glorious, blue wings stretched outright before it quickly shot off to an unknown location.
He is a little smaller than the average height of males of his age and doesnt really like to admit it. Reaching up he brushes his brick-red, short hair. The Kanji, love, symbol can be clearly seen due to the particular direction his hair was parting. Gaara was wearing his usual clothes; full-length dark trousers, a long-sleeved red coat with a flaring hemline, and a purplish grey vest. He was standing straight, with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for a person to spar with.
However after waiting for a short while Gaara continued walking until reaching a small clearing. The clearing is at the least 30-50 feet wide. The surrounding trees acted like a barrier. Gaara chuckled as he analysed the area, With the trees and the shape of the clearing it reminded him or a sumo ring.