CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Fists wept red tears, even through the white cloth bound around them. A soft laugh left his lips, a crazed look of pleasure etched upon the face: a sort of sadistic pleasure, drawn from the destruction of the the tree before, from the pain in his hands. Blood sprayed into the air in such a fashion that the ground was dyed crimson; even his clothes were covered in the sticky red vitae. Not that he noticed; the mind was focused on the task before him

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Delicious pain...

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Sweet Sacrifice...

CRACK!

"FUCK THIS!"
The mind returned, but only for the briefest moment; just a second, only to unlock the next level of insanity. A flood of energy poured into the body like never before. The high pitched giggle rang out, the fists moving faster, striking harder with no reguard for his own personal safety; the chakra flooding through the forearms, down through the fists was barely able to help keep them together. With another punch, the result he wanted was achieved; the fist piercing through the trunk of the tree, causing the young oak to groan in pain.

Pure delight crossed his face as the fist was withdrawn from the tree. Black eyes looked upon the damage that he'd cause the flora; cracked wood; whole sections of the thick trunk reduced to sawdust and gorged out.

You can do so much better..

Was that a challenge? From the ground, his sword was lifted by way of his shadow. His left hand gripped the saya, the right grasping at the hilt. As the hands came into contact with the weapon, the chakra was surged through the blade as the male concentrated on the section of the tree that he was about to destory. The world around him seemed to slow down as he stared at the tree before him. His breathing became deep and even, the rush of power that he felt before was now given focus;  a purpose that needed to be completed. The goal? To cut this tree down in a single swing. As he concentrated, the fingers tightened on the hilt, drawing it out in a violent arc. As the blade moved through the air, the chakra enhanced it, giving it a better edge than before as it bit into the trunk of the tree.

The young oak groaned in pain as the steel severed the connections that it held to its life, tipping backwards to crash onto the forest floor. The male grinned before flicking the blade to 'clean' it and returning it to the sheath. He needed more practice with his sword, but for now, this would be enough...

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There was more work to be done. He couldnt stop just yet. He could still feel it within, a core of fire, a rage that refused to die out. The sword was strapped to his side once more as the rage within was fed to his chakra, empowering it, making it grow. Pure malicious intent flooded his mind as the male began to envision things; an enemy, impaled upon thier own shadow. Blood dripping from puncture wounds on the body, spilling down the shadow that held them suspended in the air.

As the male imagined these things, another part of his mind was at work, molding and shaping his chakra to carry out his visions -- His shadow reached out, seeking for something to literally murder, destory, pulverize. Anything he could do to it, he would.

A laugh rang out, the grasp on reality was slipping -- not that the male possessed a strong grip to begin with. In his mind, he saw the whole world covered in darkness; his personal playground.

"This isnt over until I say its over!" As the words rang out, the male's shadow connected with that of the fallen tree. Almost immediately, the shadow morphed, shooting up in a jagged formation. The fallen wood screaming in pain again, the music of it!

"Enough when I say enough!" He swore, he flelt like dancing as the spikes rose from the ground, perforating the fallen trunk even more than it already was. The trunk screamed out in cracking sounds, protesting as the crystalinesque formation destroyed it.

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Total WC = 101 + 257 = 358/500