The Calm Before The Storm

“Knock... Knock... Knock...” were the tree knocks given upon Tenzō’s door; a noise which broke the utter silence. “Tenzō!!! It’s time for breakfast, I’ll await for you downstairs!” were the squeaky words which came after those knocks; clashing against the door in the same manner and way. “I’ll come in a few---“ were the muffled words which came from the freshly awaken Uchiha; his head was still stuffed beneath that blue pillow. An audible groan emerged from Tenzō as a battle cry for his next outstanding feat, which consisted of dragging himself away from the warm bed. Those jet-black eyes were swollen and soggy, the young lad was working extra hours to bring a few more ryu inside the house.

The Uchiha was sleeping within some white briefers, and as such he took on a pair of black jeans and a grey tank top before making his way towards the stairs. Even though that hair was a disaster, he did not bother to arrange it all. A hefty yawn escaped between his lips once he placed the first step inside the kitchen. “Good morning, mother and sister.” were the words spoken by him, on a slightly invigorated tone; the wooden chair was pulled back before it began serving as a comfortable seat for the young Uchiha. “Morning, son.” his mother answered while tilting her head against him, granting a small nod as she was quite busy; food was not going to cook by itself.

“Eat well brother, as we’re going to head out for a fight afterwards. I need to see how well you’ve been training.” Shiro added while taking a seat nearby Tenzō, this time her tone no longer had that childish remark; she was quite serious about this matter. At the hearing of her words the lad gulped, although his lips turn within a quivering smile. The idea of him spending more time with his sister, pleased him, although he knew that she was serious about this fight; little time was actually allocated to his personal training. Apparently, reading books and gathering more paychecks for his family were more important than training, at least this was the impression which was left behind.

His father, Shin was outside on a dangerous mission, and thus there were only three from this Uchiha family that were sitting at the table. Once the feast was over, Tenzō arose from the table and headed to prepare himself more properly four an outdoor session; on the other hand, Shiro remained in order to help their mother with the cleaning of the dishes. It was better that she remained behind, as he was known for having clumsy hands when it came to house choirs; they could not afford wasting more money on plates or any other kind of ornaments, which almost went extinct once Tenzō was born.

Their menial tasks were finally over, and the day was just about to start for both of them. “Are you ready to head out, Tenzō?” Shiro asked while slipping her toes inside those red sandals of hers, which looked quite different from your standard ones, as these were reaching all the way up, stopping just beneath her kneecap. Above those kneecaps her fiery red skirt began to take shape, which was quite a contrast to that white sleeveless shirt that she was wearing. “Yes... let us depart.” Tenzō responded while popping up his fan-shaped collar. And thus their house was left behind and soon the village as well, finding a suited training ground was their next goal; both were armed to the teeth.

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Somewhere Within The Land of Fire

An open field, far from any village or road. Empty and surrounded by small hills, a beautiful sight which was about to turn within a scarred battlefield. The location was picked after a lengthy hour of searching, as both members of the Uchiha clan did not intend of involving others within their training. Unwanted casualties or trouble was not what they were looking for. Tenzō may not be in the shape of causing any kind of chaos, however, his sister, Shiro was quite animalistic on the battlefield, her prowess developed in time with the katon element was remarkable. Both lively and deadly was her fire.

“This seems like the perfect spot, brother.” Shiro said while taking her eyes from him and darting them against their surroundings, analyzing with great care every piece of detail. The trees were too far away from their sight; a great fire would of not worked well in their favor. A lake was the only thing which lingered closed to them, its water was still and calm. Without further ado, the young woman began stretching down her gloves, making sure that they perfectly fit upon her hands. Shiro was known for having difficulties over restraining her capabilities while sparring against another shinobi, although when fighting against her own brother, she was usually gentle and calm, calculated and restrained.

Tenzō threw a rigid looking nod against his sister, his body was rather tense. Usually, the young Uchiha was happy and excited whenever he was about to train with his sister, although something deep inside him hinted that this would not be your ordinary training. She was acting way too calm beneath his ebony eyes, when in reality she would have been rather noisy and cheerful. With his left arm he adjusted the wrapping which were entangled around his right arm, and after doing so he would proceed to his left one, making sure that they would not unwrap and hinder him during this particular training. There were little room for errors, and as such he needed to make sure that none were about to show up.

“Indeed... this does seem like a good location. I hope that you’re ready for this, Shiro. I’m no longer the little kid which you knew, as I have grown since our last training.” Tenzō said on a jesting tone before his right palm went against his chest in order to suppress the heartily chuckle. Deep inside, he knew that there was no chance of winning this fight against his own sister, although there were no reasons for him to sulk about it. He was proud of her, and having the opportunity to spend more time with his sister was the only thing which he could of wanted.

“Well then. Now that we’re both ready, I’m going to inform you that in this training that we’re going to do, I’m going to assess your capabilities. Which means... that the fight will get harder and harder.” were the heeding words spoken by Shiro in a coherent manner and gentle tone. Her right foot was dragged a bit forward while her black eyes darted against those who belonged to her brother.

“Let us begin, Tenzō... Ready or not... Here I come” were the last words spoken by Shiro, as the dust beneath her feet began to twirl. On a sprint, the young woman charged against her brother, and those five fingers were clenched tightly within a fist. Without wasting any more time, Tenzō puckered up both of his fists as a response for the incoming stampede that was heading towards his way.

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The Clash Between Brother and Sister

As soon as the gap between the two individuals was closed, Shiro’s right fist flew against Tenzō head with the simple intention of inflicting pain. Her brother had his eyes snapped on her, and as such his head quickly cocked towards his right, letting her deadly fist pass alongside his cheekbones. His jet-black hair slowly tussled once the force passed by him. Without any time wasted, once her fist managed to miss its destination, the young woman quickly shoved her left elbow against Tenzō’s chest, pushing him back only by little as her full force was not applied on this particular hit. Luckily for him, as those bones of his would have sustained a noticeable fracture if she were to attack with full force.

“Pay more attention, Tenzō. Stop slacking!” were the shouted words given by Shiro before her brother lashed towards her with roundhouse kick, which she easily managed to obstruct with her left hand. The scuffle continued on for a couple of good minutes, and finally space between the two began to build up once more. Hefty breaths were being taken by the young lad, as his sister barely gave him any time to rest between those ferocious blows. Suddenly, the girl halted and stared at him for a couple of seconds before those hands of hers began forming a couple of consecutive hand seals. Shiro was giving her brother a sign, one which he clearly understood due to their countless spars, and as such he began wavering a few of his own.

Due to her prowess in ninjutsu, Shiro outpaced Tenzō with the hand seals, and as such once they were finished a few words were shouted “Here it comes, Tenzō. Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu!” on a serious tone by the shimmering girl. Her luscious lips remained wide open while her head tilted backwards; those lungs inhaled a large amount of air before she spewed out a considerable amount of fire that took the shape of a sphere. The fireball advanced a couple of meters, scourging the earth beneath its majestic presence and head towards Shiro’s brother with a deadly intention. However,  Tenzō managed to finish the hand seals just in time before he could meet his end, thus the young Uchiha countered her technique with a fireball of his own. Both of them collided and left behind a scar upon the earth, everything beneath turned into cinder.

“Seems like your Katon has improved there, Tenzō, although you still have a lot more room to improve. You could try at least to make those seals faster, as the enemy won’t give you an opening, just like I did.” Shiro said while letting her brother catch his breath for a couple of seconds. Trying to par up his technique in order to withstand that of her sister, Tenzō invested quite a large amount of chakra within it, and as such his knees immediately kissed the ground. A few droplets of sweat began cascading down his forehead, and those breaths for heavy as steel. “I’m not done yet, despite that you may think that, Shiro.” were the words shouted out by the young Uchiha before slowly he began arising and adjusting himself within an offensive stance. Without further ado, this time Tenzō was the one charging. Dust swirled beneath his footsteps, while the grass crumbled due to their sheer force. His sister gasped before her lips turned into a smile; “Finally, he’s started to act. My job here is almost done...” were the words which stormed inside her mind while watching her own brother taking the lead of the battle.

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Unexpected Outcome

Neither of them had the chance to catch their breaths, as in a couple a few seconds they were surrounded by a group of twelve individuals, all fully covered within a peculiar garment, composed mostly from black and purple. Tenzō immediately jumped nearby his sister, although the whole situation was rather odd; she was way too calm for this unexpected occurrence. All of the members from this particular eerie group were equipped with different kind of shinobi weapons, either swords, sickles or simply projectiles such as shurikens and senbons. The young Uchiha was just about to inquire his sisters, although his attempt was interrupted once a the thirteen member of the group made his presence, which slowly began walking towards Shiro.

“I’ve told you guys that I won’t be able to meet up with you today, as I have a few things to discuss with my brother.” were the words spoken by Shiro, on a rather slightly irritated tone. Once her brother realized that they were not enemies, his muscles were no longer contracted and his guard was left down. However, her words were not enough as the man advanced towards her. He seemed to be in charge of the group, also those clothes of his were slightly different, and on a further inspection it appeared that he had a slightly visible tattoo around his wrist, the clothes were covering it slightly, and as such Tenzō was not able to discern its full shape. “You’re requested now at the meeting, that’s what our leader said; it’s a rather unexpected call and urgent. Therefore, you must accompany us now there.” the man uttered on a serious tone before switching his eyes over towards Shiro’s brother. “Hmm... so this is your brother. Do not worry, I’ll leave behind three in order to get the desire effect that you wished for.” he added once more before switching his eyes back to her.

Without any more struggle, Shiro complied with the man’s request and relocated herself alongside him before mumbling a few more words to Tenzō. “I’m sorry that I have to go, although these fellows will help you with your training. Don’t worry, nothing bad is going to happen, and I’ll see you later on, Tenzō.” were her last words before leaving out with those ten members of the group, as three of them remained behind just like they were ordered. Without further ado, two of them immediately jumped to attack Tenzō, while one who had an eerie pair of moon-shaped glasses remained behind and watched the fight. The first attack was unsuspected, and as such the young Uchiha got a hefty wound on his right shoulder, a one inch cut deep within his biceps.

“What’s going on?” Tenzō inquired on a outrageous tone, while his blood began to boil due to the uncertainty of this occurrence. Neither one of those two shinobi gave any kind of response, and as such the attacks continued one. They were clearly outmatching him in strength, although during the whole scuffle, Tenzō managed to imprint a few hits on them as well; in reality, those wounds were not as severe as the ones which he sustained. It took them only a couple of minutes to place the Uchiha on the ground, and once he was there, the shinobi located on the left side approached him and stabbed his shoulder with a kunai. Both of his jet-black eyes instantly closed once a few screeching shouts were released between Tenzō’s lips; the pain was unbearable. Once the curtain above those two orbs began to arose, Tenzō eyes were a bit different, as they were dominated by a crimson color and around that black iris, a comma-like dot made its presence, twas a tomoe; the Sharingan was finally awoken.

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A new door opens

“Stop! Our job is now done here.” were the shouted words that escaped the shinobi’s mouth which just retracted the kunai from Tenzō’s shoulder. The other member froze in place and immediately ceased combat, while the third member who was located on the edge of the battlefield immediately rushed against the young Uchiha. However, his intentions were not hostile at all. He was dashing towards him while readjusting those white surgical gloves, apparently he was a medical nin. Upon arrival, the medical nin kneeled alongside Tenzō before placing both of his hands a few inches above the injury located on the shoulder. A couple of words followed after a pair of consecutive hand seals, and once these were done a shimmering green light began to pulsate from shinobi’s paws that were spread wide open against the wound.

Tenzō was laying on the ground all this time, unaware of what was happening around him. Although, once the third shinobi began mending on his wounds, the green and warm feeling hinted Tenzō that their intentions were no longer hostile, at least for the time being. Due to the continuous mending of the wound, the bleeding was stopped and right after a medical bandage was wrapped along his shoulder. “Try not to move so suddenly, as the wound is not completely healed and it may open again.” were the muffled words spoken by the medical nin beneath that black scarf which concealed half of his face.

Once an hour or so had passed, the young Uchiha was told a few words that explained the situation before he was escorted towards their compound in which his sister, Shiro, was attending on a rather oddly meeting. The building was hidden deep within a nearby forest, far away from Konohagakure. Getting there was rather tricky, as someone without a basic knowledge concerning that forest could easily get lost within it. There were no roads which connected to the building, and those trees were high and dense, making the whole forest seem like nothing more than a large and difficult maze. Once the three individuals alongside the Uchiha found themselves beneath the towering building, a few words were uttered by one them; the doors were now opening.

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