Continued from here
"Well, this is the tower... I... we can... let's go... hmmm..."
Looking around for a moment, he seemed to be unable to remember where the door was. Surely this was just a silly situation, maybe it was the pressure of being a host, maybe it was his own irritable attitude, maybe it was the potential embarrassment of not remembering where the damn door was; whatever it was, it was starting to show on him. Then, just as quickly as the frustration would have bubbled up, it would dissipate.
"Oh yea, I was meaning to place a new door..."
He would look around for a moment before slapping an arbitrary piece of wall. Since spending his past few years honing his ability with craftsmanship thanks to his practice and natural affinity towards the skills of the Journeymen Order, he no longer feared property damage. His right hand would mimic a gun. Whispering under his breath "bang" he would imitate the motion of firing his hand gun as a small marble size orb of chakra would appear and rush forward into the wall he had just touched. The immediate area before him and his two guests would erupt in an explosion (Bang Bullet)
While the concussive blast of the explosion should have only set debris flying, he wanted to ensure that no harm would come to the two behind him for his reckless little home improvement project. His eyes would suddenly become engorged with chakra as the sclera of his eyes turned black and his pupil and iris took on a light blue color, with the pupil remaining that color while his iris seemed to be set blaze by a hellish fire within his eyes (Activated Sharigan with ReSkin). All within his field of vision would seem to slow down as he attempted to take in all of the situation before making his next move.
His metallic arm would raise up and his palm would face forward as he emitted another jutsu, this one designed to keep his guests not only protected but clean. As dust and whatever small chunks of debris might have attempted to blow back on the trio would stop before the Sennin, as if caught by an invisible wall and bounce forward at an increased speed (Reflection).
"...here. Yep, this looks like where I was planning on placing that new door."
His eyes would peer around the scene of a now demolished conference room as one of the workers within the Tower would venture into the room cautiously to see what was happening. He would wave to the employee.
"Yea, I'm here for my meeting with the Kazekage. These two would like some water."
With that he would begin to press forward.
"Right this way, please pardon the mess."
That he had just caused...
"Well, this is the tower... I... we can... let's go... hmmm..."
Looking around for a moment, he seemed to be unable to remember where the door was. Surely this was just a silly situation, maybe it was the pressure of being a host, maybe it was his own irritable attitude, maybe it was the potential embarrassment of not remembering where the damn door was; whatever it was, it was starting to show on him. Then, just as quickly as the frustration would have bubbled up, it would dissipate.
"Oh yea, I was meaning to place a new door..."
He would look around for a moment before slapping an arbitrary piece of wall. Since spending his past few years honing his ability with craftsmanship thanks to his practice and natural affinity towards the skills of the Journeymen Order, he no longer feared property damage. His right hand would mimic a gun. Whispering under his breath "bang" he would imitate the motion of firing his hand gun as a small marble size orb of chakra would appear and rush forward into the wall he had just touched. The immediate area before him and his two guests would erupt in an explosion (Bang Bullet)
While the concussive blast of the explosion should have only set debris flying, he wanted to ensure that no harm would come to the two behind him for his reckless little home improvement project. His eyes would suddenly become engorged with chakra as the sclera of his eyes turned black and his pupil and iris took on a light blue color, with the pupil remaining that color while his iris seemed to be set blaze by a hellish fire within his eyes (Activated Sharigan with ReSkin). All within his field of vision would seem to slow down as he attempted to take in all of the situation before making his next move.
His metallic arm would raise up and his palm would face forward as he emitted another jutsu, this one designed to keep his guests not only protected but clean. As dust and whatever small chunks of debris might have attempted to blow back on the trio would stop before the Sennin, as if caught by an invisible wall and bounce forward at an increased speed (Reflection).
"...here. Yep, this looks like where I was planning on placing that new door."
His eyes would peer around the scene of a now demolished conference room as one of the workers within the Tower would venture into the room cautiously to see what was happening. He would wave to the employee.
"Yea, I'm here for my meeting with the Kazekage. These two would like some water."
With that he would begin to press forward.
"Right this way, please pardon the mess."
That he had just caused...