As he stood there with a narrow and hardened gaze, his garments flowed with the whims of the strong breeze. The dirt had been soiled and dampened with blood, but only in a small degree. Before him lay a man wearing traditional black colored ninja garbs, with a gash across his torso, the source of blood as it trickled out of the wound. The earth seemed to drink it up, turning darker and richer instead of letting the sanguine settle. The metallic scent lingered in the air, but the forest around them was rich with potent scents of their own. Behind the fallen ninja were two smaller looking individuals dressed in the same manner, helping their fallen comrade to his feet.
Tensai triangular blade at the end of his dark string dripped with blood as it dangled from the fist front his chest. He'd only arrived a few minutes or so earlier, curious about his absent Granduncle and wondering if the elderly man had finally come home. What greeted the boy instead was a small trio of rather clandestine-type ninja, none bearing the symbol of any particular village nor exceptional skill. The first stream of thoughts were recollections of past events, some time ago when similarly dressed men burnt his Granduncle's previous shack down. He'd always expected their return, but couldn't comprehend why they ask him of all people, where his Granduncle was hiding. It became clear that they'd come to harass the old man again, and so too were oblivious to his disappearance.
Unsatisfied with Tensai's denial of any knowledge about his Granduncle's whereabouts, the trio launched an all-out attack. Remembering the lack of Ninjutsu techniques used by them before, Tensai would capitalize on his advantage and wield the elements. At this point in his life, he had researched all known common Ninjutsu of every base element classified as E-Rank. Fire, water, earth, lightning, and even the very air were manipulated for short bursts to turn things in his favor. Once they'd become exhausted from both evading and withstanding Tensai's elemental strikes, while having very little luck with their Kunai, Tensai unleashed his own weaponry.
By his calculations the three men would have barely been considered D-Rank themselves, their speed was too slow and aim so faulty. It didn't make sense why such incompetent people would be sent to harass his Granduncle, a man who even in his old age was capable of some defense. It was seeming more and more as if these individuals were simply expendable in every way to whomever they served, with their master's only intention at present being to create trouble. After avoiding a volley of shuriken, he'd whip around his string and blade with well-timed precision and great force, ripping through the clothing and flesh of the now fallen man's chest. Not wasting any further time, he had pulled his wires back, and while the blades rushed back towards him tossed two small orbs.
They exploded in small blasts of concussive force as they collided with the two men whom were now barely standing, and holding up their bleeding ally. The burns and bruises covering their bodies were imprints on their bodies from all that took place. The small forest surrounding his Granduncle's rebuilt home seemed to have had it. Shuriken and kunai were digging into the bark of nearby trees, while the foliage smoldered with fading embers from past flames. The "yard", if you could call it that, was in an upheaval due to the manipulation of the earth. "...Just...Leave." Were the words that finally left Tensai's mouth.
The trio looked towards each other, confused expressions and hesitant motions. Tensai knew these men weren't worth anything, adults who dressed as ninja but couldn't perform and significant amount of Chakra manipulation. They were just fodder and distraction, but for what? "Please, just go..." His voice broke silence once more, quickly followed by the scurrying and scrambling of feet as the three retreated ungratefully. His currently pitch black optics watched their backs until they were out of sight. At a moment's notice his body was ready to react to some form of treachery, an abuse of his kind gesture as an opportunity for attack...Yet, nothing came. Just silence...
Some time had passed, a couple of hours perhaps and nothing really changed. He was laying atop his Granduncle's roof, never before realizing that it broke through the small forest canopy. The breeze was still warm even though the sun had long since went away, and the only sounds nearby came from nature itself. One particular sound stuck out the most to him then though, crickets. The oddly melodic and light sounds they made allowed the young teen's body to relax, and his lids to begin closing. Through a dreamlike gaze, he stared up into the infinite army of stars and felt himself drifting away. His body became light, but somehow felt as though it were about to fall. The unsightly descent was halted when he shifted, opening his eyes just a little as his heart pounded against his chest. As his blurred vision stabilized itself, he saw someone floating above him...A young woman.
She was no ordinary woman, and the fact that she was levitating over his body was what least made it obvious. Her eyebrows were strange, like small oval-shaped dots. Between those brows and half an inch or so above them, was a third eye. While her normal two eyes were a beautiful combination of pink and blue, the sclera atleast remained the same...Whereas her third eye consisted of a blue iris and pink sclera, while being quite round and obvious. Her long blue hair levitated with her, slithering and snaking its way through the air and at times only millimeters away from touching his skin. Her skin was dark, and reddish, while her overall petite body was hardly clothed.
"He'll be away for some time, but nobody knows how long...Why, I saw him leaving on the day of departure, yes I did!" She spoke cheerfully, but her eyes, two of them at least, seemed dull. Any normal person might have freaked out, scrambled and tried to flee, or anything of the sort...Though, Tensai only looked on silently. "You are kind of a cute little cub, aren'tcha Ten?" The statement made his eyes narrow, and he shifted a bit. "Where'd he go then? My Uncle that is." His voice remained soft and calm, but his now amber eyes didn't bother meeting with her's for any extended period of time. "Oh gee...To the point already it is." She muttered in a voice that echoed through Tensai's skull with a ghastly sort of longevity. "Some men draped in these white robes came knocking, he let them in and after a while came out with his things packed. He didn't seem to be taken under force or threat or anything like that though...It must have been really important for him to just abandon the cub and the rest of his family without a word."
"Who are you?" He asked abruptly, to which the young woman seemed taken aback. Opening her mouth to speak, nothing came out and then she giggled. "It doesn't matter." With that, he suddenly felt his entire body free-falling into darkness like before. Quickly he sat up, breathing heavily, but there was no strange young lady anywhere. Rubbing his forehead a bit, he pondered on what exactly had just taken place...It felt far to real to be a normal dream, he could even remember the girl's scent, something unfamiliar but sweet. Getting himself together, he'd finally hop down. His right foot landed in a patch of soil that had become moist from the earlier spillage of blood...He could see the red liquid lightly pooling around his shoe as the earth sank beneath his weight. Giving a small sigh, he would sprint off into the distance.
[Word Count: 1306]
[Marked for Dojo Training, using 100 words out of this for Acrobatic.]
Tensai triangular blade at the end of his dark string dripped with blood as it dangled from the fist front his chest. He'd only arrived a few minutes or so earlier, curious about his absent Granduncle and wondering if the elderly man had finally come home. What greeted the boy instead was a small trio of rather clandestine-type ninja, none bearing the symbol of any particular village nor exceptional skill. The first stream of thoughts were recollections of past events, some time ago when similarly dressed men burnt his Granduncle's previous shack down. He'd always expected their return, but couldn't comprehend why they ask him of all people, where his Granduncle was hiding. It became clear that they'd come to harass the old man again, and so too were oblivious to his disappearance.
Unsatisfied with Tensai's denial of any knowledge about his Granduncle's whereabouts, the trio launched an all-out attack. Remembering the lack of Ninjutsu techniques used by them before, Tensai would capitalize on his advantage and wield the elements. At this point in his life, he had researched all known common Ninjutsu of every base element classified as E-Rank. Fire, water, earth, lightning, and even the very air were manipulated for short bursts to turn things in his favor. Once they'd become exhausted from both evading and withstanding Tensai's elemental strikes, while having very little luck with their Kunai, Tensai unleashed his own weaponry.
By his calculations the three men would have barely been considered D-Rank themselves, their speed was too slow and aim so faulty. It didn't make sense why such incompetent people would be sent to harass his Granduncle, a man who even in his old age was capable of some defense. It was seeming more and more as if these individuals were simply expendable in every way to whomever they served, with their master's only intention at present being to create trouble. After avoiding a volley of shuriken, he'd whip around his string and blade with well-timed precision and great force, ripping through the clothing and flesh of the now fallen man's chest. Not wasting any further time, he had pulled his wires back, and while the blades rushed back towards him tossed two small orbs.
They exploded in small blasts of concussive force as they collided with the two men whom were now barely standing, and holding up their bleeding ally. The burns and bruises covering their bodies were imprints on their bodies from all that took place. The small forest surrounding his Granduncle's rebuilt home seemed to have had it. Shuriken and kunai were digging into the bark of nearby trees, while the foliage smoldered with fading embers from past flames. The "yard", if you could call it that, was in an upheaval due to the manipulation of the earth. "...Just...Leave." Were the words that finally left Tensai's mouth.
The trio looked towards each other, confused expressions and hesitant motions. Tensai knew these men weren't worth anything, adults who dressed as ninja but couldn't perform and significant amount of Chakra manipulation. They were just fodder and distraction, but for what? "Please, just go..." His voice broke silence once more, quickly followed by the scurrying and scrambling of feet as the three retreated ungratefully. His currently pitch black optics watched their backs until they were out of sight. At a moment's notice his body was ready to react to some form of treachery, an abuse of his kind gesture as an opportunity for attack...Yet, nothing came. Just silence...
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Some time had passed, a couple of hours perhaps and nothing really changed. He was laying atop his Granduncle's roof, never before realizing that it broke through the small forest canopy. The breeze was still warm even though the sun had long since went away, and the only sounds nearby came from nature itself. One particular sound stuck out the most to him then though, crickets. The oddly melodic and light sounds they made allowed the young teen's body to relax, and his lids to begin closing. Through a dreamlike gaze, he stared up into the infinite army of stars and felt himself drifting away. His body became light, but somehow felt as though it were about to fall. The unsightly descent was halted when he shifted, opening his eyes just a little as his heart pounded against his chest. As his blurred vision stabilized itself, he saw someone floating above him...A young woman.
"He'll be away for some time, but nobody knows how long...Why, I saw him leaving on the day of departure, yes I did!" She spoke cheerfully, but her eyes, two of them at least, seemed dull. Any normal person might have freaked out, scrambled and tried to flee, or anything of the sort...Though, Tensai only looked on silently. "You are kind of a cute little cub, aren'tcha Ten?" The statement made his eyes narrow, and he shifted a bit. "Where'd he go then? My Uncle that is." His voice remained soft and calm, but his now amber eyes didn't bother meeting with her's for any extended period of time. "Oh gee...To the point already it is." She muttered in a voice that echoed through Tensai's skull with a ghastly sort of longevity. "Some men draped in these white robes came knocking, he let them in and after a while came out with his things packed. He didn't seem to be taken under force or threat or anything like that though...It must have been really important for him to just abandon the cub and the rest of his family without a word."
"Who are you?" He asked abruptly, to which the young woman seemed taken aback. Opening her mouth to speak, nothing came out and then she giggled. "It doesn't matter." With that, he suddenly felt his entire body free-falling into darkness like before. Quickly he sat up, breathing heavily, but there was no strange young lady anywhere. Rubbing his forehead a bit, he pondered on what exactly had just taken place...It felt far to real to be a normal dream, he could even remember the girl's scent, something unfamiliar but sweet. Getting himself together, he'd finally hop down. His right foot landed in a patch of soil that had become moist from the earlier spillage of blood...He could see the red liquid lightly pooling around his shoe as the earth sank beneath his weight. Giving a small sigh, he would sprint off into the distance.
[Word Count: 1306]
[Marked for Dojo Training, using 100 words out of this for Acrobatic.]