Post by Hono Uzumaki on Dec 30, 2014 11:11:53 GMT -8
"You know, Joy was what I lived for.. with her gone now; life, love, this village. It's meaningless. Thanks for the training, Hiroshi-ani, but now I fear you will just hold me back... Your words in the moment are just that, a moment." Tears pooled in the corner of his eyes. Droplets slowly began to roll over the contours of his face before dripping from his sharp jaw line. The Uchiha was out matched easily by his Big Brother, his practical Father. Minaru wonder how long he had before someone else appeared. He stayed docile for the moment to watch the man's poise and position. The confidence began to build within Minaru as a feeling of invigoration and power filled him. 'What is this feeling..?' His blade did not waver, his steady arm remained as his makeshift scope. Motionless for a few moments both of them stood, both not know what would come next. Minaru thought he fully analyzed the situation. The young Jounin felt as though his eyes saw everything and picked up every movement. He felt empowered and ready to do what he must, and if he was going to take down get back at the Clan and the village, his Brother was the first step.
"Three Tomoe's makes it an even playing field." he boasted knowing his Brother had incredible eyes. Hiroshi's eye prowess was something rumored about in other Nation's. The White Fire of the Leaf. Minaru wondered if he could finish this before the dull lifeless coals could come to a fierce eerie glow.
"Don't fear me leaving, for I will be back. Hehe, you may not be here though." he tossed his katana lightly into the air, catching it in his teeth he would began to bend and twist his fingers as he formed patterns in rapid secession. Wrenching his neck towards the sky, he tossed his katana into the air as he scream from the rooftop. "Katon: Haijingakure no Jutsu" he screamed as his right hand shot into the air. The blade of the younger brothers katana spun end over and and as it descended, the handle fell perfectly into his hand.
Minaru's chest barreled out, full of air. He arched back slightly and as he leaned forward he spewed a collective storm of ash, smoke and dust. The smoke was think and rapidly would envelop the man who made no motion. The justu used created a smokescreen that could easily be used as an offensive technique as well as a supplementary technique. Minaru knew the Sharingan very well, he knew how it's sight and prowess worked and this was just the technique for the situation. The Sharingan had the ability to see chakra flow throughout the body; given that, if one is surrounded with the same chakra, the person in question would disappear from sight, normal or Sharingan. With the masking of his presence he bought himself a bit more time to prepare since the smokescreen doubled as a wide spread ash storm. The particles of super heated ash could easily cause painful burns if one was stuck within the white cloud. And if you were to slow, the smoke would suffocated you of oxygen.
Minaru didn't take time to admire his own work, he simply didn't miss a beat. Bringing his sword arm down as the justu subsided, he swung it into the tile of the roof he stood a top. His hands moved like a mirage in the desert and before he knew it himself he was another deep breathe. It was like he was on auto-pilot. The young Uchiha could see the small blip of white chakra within his mass of grey, 'Hiroshi.. I hope you can survive being cooked or at least those pretty little pupils.' he intoned and began to release a stream of shimmering grey smoke which layered over the prior technique, he continued to feed chakra into the technique, watching his brothers signature for movement. The boy was on the ready, and up to something.
"Three Tomoe's makes it an even playing field." he boasted knowing his Brother had incredible eyes. Hiroshi's eye prowess was something rumored about in other Nation's. The White Fire of the Leaf. Minaru wondered if he could finish this before the dull lifeless coals could come to a fierce eerie glow.
"Don't fear me leaving, for I will be back. Hehe, you may not be here though." he tossed his katana lightly into the air, catching it in his teeth he would began to bend and twist his fingers as he formed patterns in rapid secession. Wrenching his neck towards the sky, he tossed his katana into the air as he scream from the rooftop. "Katon: Haijingakure no Jutsu" he screamed as his right hand shot into the air. The blade of the younger brothers katana spun end over and and as it descended, the handle fell perfectly into his hand.
Minaru's chest barreled out, full of air. He arched back slightly and as he leaned forward he spewed a collective storm of ash, smoke and dust. The smoke was think and rapidly would envelop the man who made no motion. The justu used created a smokescreen that could easily be used as an offensive technique as well as a supplementary technique. Minaru knew the Sharingan very well, he knew how it's sight and prowess worked and this was just the technique for the situation. The Sharingan had the ability to see chakra flow throughout the body; given that, if one is surrounded with the same chakra, the person in question would disappear from sight, normal or Sharingan. With the masking of his presence he bought himself a bit more time to prepare since the smokescreen doubled as a wide spread ash storm. The particles of super heated ash could easily cause painful burns if one was stuck within the white cloud. And if you were to slow, the smoke would suffocated you of oxygen.
Minaru didn't take time to admire his own work, he simply didn't miss a beat. Bringing his sword arm down as the justu subsided, he swung it into the tile of the roof he stood a top. His hands moved like a mirage in the desert and before he knew it himself he was another deep breathe. It was like he was on auto-pilot. The young Uchiha could see the small blip of white chakra within his mass of grey, 'Hiroshi.. I hope you can survive being cooked or at least those pretty little pupils.' he intoned and began to release a stream of shimmering grey smoke which layered over the prior technique, he continued to feed chakra into the technique, watching his brothers signature for movement. The boy was on the ready, and up to something.