Rocks. Rocks everywhere. The scenery wasn't exactly something exciting to take in, or so Kizmaru thought. He was a little depressed at the bland environment but nothing could be done about that as he traversed Iwagakure's wilderness. Despite being a villager here, he never really got around to exploring the surrounding area around the rock village. Placing his hands into his pockets, he ventured out from the gates, briefly following the main road that would lead to another minor village or region in general. before he hit that point, he strayed from the path and walked through the rocky fields. It was a bit odd that he found grass anywhere in the area other than in the village itself. As he continued to walk, more and more greenery was revealed but not by much. As he got closer, Kizmaru could hear the feint sound of running water which quickly turned into rushing water. After walking abrief distance for a few moments, Kizmaru finally came across a rather large lake. He was pretty shocked to learn of such a huge nearby source of water but then again, his village had to be getting it's source from somewhere so he figured this was it. If he remembered what the chuunin teacher in the academy said, "One of the few water supplies in Iwagakure, the lake is fed by multiple waterfalls on a cliff above it. The lake is said to have been created by a lone ninja who worked himself to death in order to secure a stable supply of water to the village, hence the name "Sacrifice Lake." After recalling a history lesson, Kizmaru thought this would be his new hang out spot. he'd come here to relax, train and probably slack off more than anything. He looked around for a place where it would provide some moderate shade and decided he'd set up there as his spot of choice for when ever he came back to this place. After searching for a few moments, Kizmaru decided on his spot of choice and began to relax there.

W.C: 351

The location of the lake wasn’t too hard for Taiho to locate, located some odd ten miles from the southern gate of the village. It was odd that such a crucial landmark would be so far away and with so little security, and yet Taiho didn’t once question the decision of the village because clearly they knew better than he did. The young effeminate male had taken to spending the afternoon meditating, working on maintaining a state of mind that would be necessary to learn further shinobi arts if he wanted to get further in the world that he now found himself in. It was going a lot worse than he thought it actually would, the strenuous task driving him up the wall with how difficult it was to maintain a single conscious thought outside of his lack of will and discipline. His father would’ve definitely had words with him if he knew that all the training that he had done when he was younger was put to waste, but luckily or unluckily if you really thought about it, his father not only wasn’t here, but was also dead.

He stayed like this for hours, barely moving outside of adjusting his position to maintain a level of comfort and to occasionally take a break to eat and drink when he felt himself become famished. The sun had reached its apex in its journey through the sky when a new presence made itself known by the lakefront. The presence was unidentified, considering it made no noise outside of the fairly loud footsteps that it made, and thus Taiho’s attempt at maintaining focus were ruined by a rather loud outside factor. Of course he could not really be mad at the newcomer for disturbing him, he did decide to perform this task outside at what could best be described as a tourist hotspot, but he also thought that he had picked a rather secluded location and the fact that someone had not only found it, but found it prudent enough to make literally as much noise as possible without actually opening their mouths, well, you could guess where his ire was.

Cracking a single eye open, he’d glance over at the now identified boy, a low burn in his sky blue eyes belied his intense agitation at the fact that his meditation time had been interrupted by what could only be described as a dull rube. It was the only description that could fit the boy, considering he walked like a civilian. The clothing he wore were rather drab and in all honesty, his face had the look of an idiot savant. But Taiho himself couldn’t really say much about looks. Choosing to wear a rather simple getup of a tight form fitting pink tanktop, and a pair of low cut shorts, his outfit was barely combat certified, let alone decency certified, but he didn’t care too much about it. He figured the boy would leave him well enough alone if he didn’t voice his agitation and closed his eye back again to resume his meditation, hopefully the doofy fucker would find somewhere else to stomp around.

WC: 525

Basking in the shade, Kizmaru was starting to get comfortable just laying here. Still, even though he fund a spot where he could be alone, he wasn't having too much fun. After close to an hour or so, he sat up to look around the  area. Now that he thought about it, he didn't check to see if he was really alone in this place. He technically wasn't the first person to discover this place, especially since this area was used to draw water for the village. You'd think this place would be a bit more guarded or at least have workers here. Regardless, he shouldn't have let his guard down and decided to get up and search around for a bit. It didn't take long before Kizmaru noticed that he wasn't exactly alone. Not too far from him, he spotted a girl not too far from him. He didn't notice her before but he decided now was a good time more than any to approach her. He wasn't very good with dealing with other people, much less women. Still, it's not like he can ignore a person in his general vicinity, especially them being the only two there. Getting up, he dusted himself off from the dirt and pebbles that may or may not have covered him while he was laying down and decided to approach the bitch. Getting within two feet of her, he decided to try and speak to her. "Hey, how long you been here? I thought i was the only one. Kizmaru said dryly. He wasn't really waiting for a response of some kind but he thought he'd at least give it a shot. After all, he spent most of the just training for the past few years and eventually, he'd continue to train vigorously in the future. Now wasn't the time for that, right now, he wanted to focus his attention the chick in front of him.

W.C. 337
T.W.C: 688

Centering himself proved to be much easier once the boy had decided he wanted to find a location and sit. The lack of an audible source of stupidity proved to be the beacon of hope necessary to at the very least clear his mind of all unnecessary distractions. It was a bit awkward that this was all he was able to really accomplish with the amount of effort and attention put forth towards it. Breathing in deeply, he attempted to feel out his surroundings. Listening closely to the sounds of nature and the far more distant sounds of civilization. He could hear children playing and celebrating their youth with their parents and elders. He could smell the subtle tinge of smoke as cooking fires burned and prepared meals for those attending, but he could also somewhat feel that he was being watched though this feeling was far more obvious than the others.

Cracking open an eye again, he noticed that the boy who had come through earlier had moved from his position and was now standing near him. A furrowed eyebrow spoke of Taiho’s distaste at being interrupted yet again by the thunderous brute. Apparently the boy was waiting on some kind of response from Taiho, an alluded to question that he definity had not heard during his attempted deep meditation. Well that just wouldn’t do, if he didn’t answer, the boy would likely just stick around and infect his feng shui with stupid. Sadly, he couldn’t actually tell what the question was, and the boy had such a stupid look on his face that he couldn’t accurate gauge the subject of the topic either. Sighing, he’d give up on trying to pinpoint any sort of topic and remove one of his hands from his lap before waving it dismissively in the young man’s direction, “Can I help you?”

WC: 307 + 525 = 832

Kizmaru was growing a bit annoyed now, this girl he had just met was just sitting there. It's as if she didn't hear his question or something of the like. What the hell was she even doing? Meditating? Sleeping? He honestly, wanted to know if she was crazy, stupid or mentally unstable. Let's be honest now, he wasn't gonna for a second humor the "Wise beyond there years" notion. It was far-fetched and over all cringe to Kizmaru. It was as if this person was trying to listen to something close by but the only thing you could actually hear was the sound of running water from the falls they were nearby. Hopefully, she didn't think she was still in the village or something, they were miles away from civilization almost at the border to another country's land for that matter. Either way, it didn't matter to him. All he wanted to know, was what this person was doing here, what it's name was and what he could do to get it to piss off. He wasn't exactly in the socializing mood and more likely to attack things at the drop of a coin. He figured he give diplomacy a try first though before he started any "unnecessary" battles. Still, he waited for a response.

Finally, it seems like Kizmaru had gotten some sort of physical response from the girl when he got her to open one eye. His neutral face turned into a frown when the girl waved his hands towards him as if she was trying to shoo him away. Kizmaru was a bit annoyed by this as he normally wouldn't take his time to go and greet somebody but felt it being appropriate seeing as it was the two of them here. It seems like this chick didn't her him the first time so he'll ask again but tacking on a second question with a tinge of annoyance in his voice.  "Okay, let's try this again... Who are you and how long have you been here...? I thought, i was the only person here.

W.C: 361
T.W.C: 1049

Oh no, it’s stupid. That was the only thought crossing Taiho’s mind as he looked at the boy with a bit of disbelief. How had this lame duck even made it this far in life? Seriously, who could possibly be this oblivious to their surroundings that they hadn’t even realize that there were other people near them, even when they were within fucking eyesight? Sighing at the boy Taiho would place his hand back on his lap and lower his head in shame. Iwa was going to crash and burn if this boy gained any sort of power, it was a damn shame that something so cute was also so fucking stupid. Shaking his head however he decided to cease his mental conversation and answer the boys question. Thankfully thoughts didn’t care about time and as such all of this happened literally at the speed of his actions, so as soon as he shook his head, he had already had an answer prepared.

“I am training, and I’ve been here since this morning. You are clearly not the only person here, but you would not happen to know that considering how selfishly conceited you are. But that is besides the point. Is there something I can help you with? Or are you just going to continue standing there looking stupid like a Giant Suna Cactus?”

He actually didn’t know what a Giant Suna Cactus looked like, but he remember hearing that they were mainly red, orange and black in color due to the harsh sun apparently burning away all of the chlorophyll within them leaving them with vary shades of dark colors. Sadly the boy in front of him wasn’t nearly as interesting as the cacti were, otherwise he’d have had fun teasing him, but instead he was annoyed and when he got annoyed he got sassy. And sassy Taiho didn’t have very much time for anyone, or anything, so this boy was just going to get chopped down verbally until he decided to do something about it.

WC: 340 + 832 = 1172

Neat, apparently there was people here far off from the village where ti had it's own lake but for some reason people decided to come here to this particularly out of the way location, not to mention at the border of the another minor village that could take them out at any given time, instead of the local lake back at the village. Well, he was sure most people in the village had down syndrome like the teenage Genin in front of him. Honestly, who was still Genin up into their teens nowadays? It's so.... sad, he thought to himself. Well, he assumes hitting Chuunin at a young age would make him a genius so he figured he knew what he was about to do. Anyways, another note, Kizmaru was getting rather annoyed at this man's tone and body language. He wasn't sure why but, he got the feeling that this chick was looking down on him and he didn't take a liking to it. While he was pondering this, the girl had said something to confirm his suspicions. Something about being selfishly conceited? That's it, he's tired of her shit. Woman or not, he was ready to throw hands and throw hands he shall. He didn't even bother with a response to her questions and spontaneously decided he'd beat her up now. Without warning, Kizmaru lifted his right leg above the female's head and then bringing it down in an attempt to strike her. He had ran out of patience and wasn't even really interested in getting to know she was anymore. All he wanted to do now was beat her up to prove a point and move on with his day. Well, this day just got a lot more hostile than expected but honestly, it's just the kind of thrill he wanted. He never thought once about his decision to attack so he just did it.

W.C:330

T.W.C:1379

Apparently the boy didn’t like being called names, because just as he was told he was conceited, the boy had apparently moved his body as if he meant to strike him. Luckily, being seated and looking downwards towards the boys legs, he saw the action performed with no hindrance allowing him to react in kind without issue. Being seated had its positives when faced with a situation where an opponent had to raise their leg to strike someone, and considering the boy didn’t plan out his attack in his head, he clearly lacked the mental preparation to know that raising your leg in someone’s general direction without making sure that they had no way to interrupt the action was key. He would use his left hand and arm for this action, reaching up at the same time and speed as the boy pushed out and bent his leg forward to perform the apparent heel drop he was going to attempt. He’d catch the foot just on the hell as it rose just a bit above his chest but held it firmly a solid foot away from his body using only his forearm strength and sitting position as an anchor to keep his body from being pushed away.

He’d quickly shove his hand upward and to the left away from his body, the entire motion quick and fluid and within the same moment that he had grabbed the offensive appendage. This action would likely send the boys leg flying off in the direction described and would likely leave him off balanced and turned slightly away from Taiho. Even if the boy wasn’t off balance however, the fact that the strike had been deflected was enough of an opening for Taiho to hop to his feet quickly from his seiza position to land within the boys guard range since he had prostrated himself so close to Taiho. It would not take him much time at all to reach within a foot of the boy considering he was only sitting two feet away at the time and he would likely land in a ready position before the boy had even gotten his leg back in order. Drawing up his arms and forming a boxing guard himself, he would unleash a solid short haymaker to the boys open chest cavity with his dominate heavy right arm. The strike would have a clear line of power as it traveled from his in stepped leading right foot giving it forward momentum, all the way through his turning upper body that matched the movement of the punch as it shot out towards his sternum. Seeing as he had no guard prepared and was likely off balance, the punch should impact heavily off the exposed sternum leaving him unable to breath properly for a while after the strike even if there wasn’t much strength behind the punch itself. This would be the proper set up for further strikes if it landed as cleanly as he wanted it to.

WC: 1172 + 499 = 1671

Well, this was an unforeseen turn of events. Kizmaru wasn't expecting the situation to play out like that. He assumed since this older kid was good at running his mouth, he wasn't very good at combat. His leg was pushed away with a certain nimbleness. Stumbling backwards, Kizmaru took a few moments longer to to catch his footing and stumbled back two more feet than the initial distance he was thrown. Hopefully, this gave him enough time to to ready his guard. Outstretching his left arm a few inches from his chest with an open hand, curling his fingers as well as outstretching his right almost double the length, also with open curling his fingers. He bent his knees as well, completing the stance as well as bracing himself for the incoming attack he didn't have time to avoid. All he could now, was brace himself, take the punch and wait for his chance to react to the next. After receiving the blow to his chest, he stumbled back a few inches. The punch didn't leave too much of an impact on his sternum as he thought it would. Seeing as this was his chance, after the blow landed, Kizmaru outstretched his right hand towards the girl's worst in an attempt to grab it. He then pivots his body to the right, placing his back towards her chest before placing his left hand onto her wrist as well before bending over, lifting the girl off the ground, over his shoulder and slamming her to the ground. He'd then take a few steps back in order to recuperate and plan on his next course of action.

W.C: 281

T.W.C: 1660

The deflection worked better than Taiho had expected as his body continued with it’s striking motion. The boy had managed to stumble backwards due to being thrown off balance but luckily he wasn’t in control over his own bodies movements and thus unable to actually move back far enough out of range of Taiho’s own surge forward. Coming to a stop a solid foot and a half away, his body was still tucked into a fortified boxing guard as he still unleashed the god awfully powerful haymaker with his dominant right. The punch sliced through air like hot butter as it traveled uninhibited towards the off kilter young man. The twist of his fist followed the clear motion of his body as it followed through with the strike, his right side stepping in only a half step ahead of left foot. He maintained a wide shoulder width guard through all of the movements as his guard and body turned away from the boy as his fist curled itself into the boys sternum with all the force of not only his movement but also the force of the strike itself. The sound of the punch landing echoed throughout the clearing like a soft gun shot, but was quickly following up by the young man pulling back the hand as soon as the punch had landed and transferred all of its energy into the boys sternum rather than trying to punch right through him.

He followed up the retraction of his right arm by stepping in with his left foot bringing him even closer to the likely shocked boy as he brought up his guarding left and curled his elbow into a slicing motion as he brought a heavy overhead elbow strike down across the boy’s head, neck and chest. Depending on if the boy was curled over from the strike to his sternum, the elbow strike would either strike the boy’s temple, nose, throat or chest. At this range Taiho was best suited for his kind of fighting style, unleashing a barrage of quick and heavily damaging strikes to unprotected crucial zones on his opponents body. He held no mercy and he showed no err in his stride. He wouldn’t allow his opponent one moment of breath after the boy had attempted to strike him when he was sitting, and he would not cease until the boy lay sprawled out at his feet. He no longer cared for mediation now as he only wished to unleash as much pain as possible onto the boy so that he would never commit such an atrocity ever again.

WC: 434 + 1671 = 2105

Kizmaru was in a real bind now. He had seemed to have made a few wrong choices so far in this battle and things weren't looking too good for his situation. Instinctively after the punch landed, Kizmaru brought both of his arms back in front of his chest, curling his body a bit and lower his head behind his arms in an attempt to shield himself from the oncoming blows. He decided to go on the defensive for a little while, planning his next course of action. He wasn't entirely sure how he was gonna get out of this situation just yet but he knew he'd eventually have to figure something out. He couldn't remain defensive forever so he thought that he'd bide his time for as long as he could, waiting for the opportunity to strike back and conserving his stamina. He was gonna make sure to do it right this time.

While guarding against the incoming blows, Kizmaru was simultaneously catching his stride and resting up a from the damage he had taken previously. It was the only strategy he could think up at the time while he waited for his chance to strike. Ironically enough, Kizmaru was enjoying this situation, enjoyed the feeling of being backed into a corner with little to no time to think. Normally, he'd be pretty pissed that he was on the losing end of a battle but for his hubris, this unfortunate situation was the most likely outcome. He waited on his opponent's next move for an opportunity to counter the next blow.

W.C: 268

T.W.C: 1928

The ‘fight’ so far had progressed lovely in Taiho’s favor. The young man clearly either lacked proper discipline in maintaining a good fighting form, or simply lacked the ability to properly defend from a flash of attacks that could come from various directions. This proved to be Taiho’s one way through it all as he followed through with the elbow strike. The solid punch to the sternum had proved to not wind the boy nearly as much as it should have, a fact that irritated Taiho heavily within his own psyche as the elbow strike landed across the boys makeshift guard. The tucked stance showed to Taiho that the boy at least knew how to protect his head but sadly, his body was wide open for various shots and damage. To abuse this, he would adjust the elbow strike to the boys head as it landed across his guard, unhooking his forearm from the position it held as he then wrapped the entirety of his left arm around the boys head and guard, before doing the same with his right arm while he also balanced himself properly on his left foot. Pushing off his rear right foot, he would pull down on the hooked in boy who was in no position to stop the clinch into the rising right knee as his left foot also left the ground. The rising knee strike would be all the more potent as his body pulled and pushed down on the boys own upper body, using his weight, leverage and force to drive the boys head and chin down towards the knee since his guard had been more focused around protecting his chest and likely the sides of his head from follow up punches. This would mean that his guard was far weaker at the bottom and likely had gaps in it that would quickly be exploited as the knee strike would in no time at all reach his chin if he did nothing about it.

Regardless, Taiho was enjoying this bout. Whether the boy would eventually prove to be a challenge and successfully find a way to counter and fight back against his oppressive onslaught or not, he would not let up on him for one second until he realized that attacking people unprovoked would result in him being laid out on his ass. Of course he could always just apologize, but Taiho knew that the young man was likely just as hotheaded as him, and apologizing was the furthest thing from something that he would be able to do. And thus the only way to rectify this would be to beat an apology into the boys head so that he knew to never do such a thing again in his life.

WC: 459 + 2105 = 2564

Things were getting a little hectic for Kizmaru in this battle. His last plan of action was to bide his time and wait for the opportunity to turn things in his favor if only a little bit. Is initial plan was to defend until an opening presented itself to him. The plan it self wasn't very great but it was the best he could muster at the moment. He swore he would train after this bout and perfect his stance as well raise his physical capabilities. He was in a quite unfortunate situation. His guard had been all but impenetrable and he was being pulled into what seemed like a clinch. Kizmaru wasn't really sure how this came to be but he knew he had to do something about it. While his head was forcefully being brought down into what looks like a knee, Kizmaru placed his left hand, open handed followed by his right hand in between where his head and her knee would meet as a stopgap. Shortly after, he closed his fingers and clutched the girl's thigh to prevent her from putting down the leg she had just use in an attempt to drive it into his chin. By doing this, Kizmaru had forced her to support her body using one leg. Using the position he was in to his advantage, Kizmaru abruptly charged forward with his body and rammed it into the girl's chest in an violent fashion. He'd slam into her in an attempt to knock her over.

This would also make him fall over as well since he was still being held by the female wrapping her arms around his neck. This was fine with him since he would be in his element. Immediately after falling over her, Kizmaru quickly balled both hands into fists, middle fingers sticking out a bit more than the rest of the fingers. Following this action, Kizmaru thrusts both fists into the girl's exposed ribs. He pulled back and continued to thrust them into her ribs until she had given in to letting go of his head.

W.C: 348

T.W.C: 2276

It would seem the boy had some quick reflexes, or at least a decent amount of reaction time and speed. He felt the boy struggle, more than he saw him do so as the boy adjusted his arms to attempt to stop his knee strike in time, but unfortunately for him his body was not quick enough to prevent the knee strike from stinging him with the increased force and the lack of adequate preparation. On top of this, the boys attempt to grab his leg was also routed as the grip he attempted depended on the strength of the muscles in his fingers being stronger than the muscles in Taiho’s thigh as he pulled the leg back from the strike. Being as such, it was extremely easy for him to break the boys hold and use the boys lack of guard above his body to his advantage as he unhooked his left arm and performed another elbow drop along the back of the boys unprotected neck and skull before he could even perform the bull rush. He’d perform the pull back of his leg as well as the elbow drop at the same time, using the downward motion of his body to gain maximum momentum and damage as the boy attempted to protect himself from multiple attacks and angles at different times.

The boys bullrush, would be countered with a quick stomp of his dropping right foot giving him the balance and strength needed to prevent himself from being pushed back or knocked over. His body was set to continue performing these motions over and over with his right leg and foot poised to unleash several crushing knees to various points along the boys side, chest and head as well as the various elbow drops that he could perform along the boys unprotected head and neck should he continue to focus his defensive options below. Should the boy drop from the elbow strike to the back of the head and neck, he would follow him down and use the position to his advantage in the following moments.

WC: 2564 + 348 = 2912

Things weren't looking too good for Kizmaru. At this point, he thought it would be best to give up and hopefully end this little scuffle. It seems this girl sudden grew stronger through the duration of the battle and it doesn't seem like things wear going better for him. He continued his previous action of placing his hands in front of where the knee's would to try and at least mitigate some of the damage that he was taking. He hate to admit it but, he was just about done. He took all he could withstand and even regretted his choices a little bit. Kizmaru then called out to the woman in front of him, tears start to roll down his face, "Stop! Stop! I've had enough, okay! Stop! You win. he started to struggle a bit to get out of the hold, hoping he would get out. He also hoped this woman would let him get away and learn from this experience. He continued to yell for her to stop and struggled a little more while he continued to attempt guarding the incoming blows. Kizmaru vowed he'd get stronger to take revenge against this woman when he was older and stronger.

W.C: 207

T.W.C: 2483

The punishment would continue as the fight seemingly left the boy with the drop of an elbow across the back of his head. The corresponding knee strike would batter against the boys weakened defenses before also retracting and beginning the process again. The boys resilience could be commended, seemingly still standing up to the combination in exchange for racking up steadily more and more damage. It actually worried Taiho if only slightly that he could potentially leave the boy permanently crippled if he continued to bash his head in with the sharp end of his elbow. But again that did not stop him from continuing his assault on the boys body, muscles flexing with each movement as he grew smoother and more powerful with each continuation. Eventually he could hear the boy meekly shout out in surrender, the sound of him sobbing from either the pain or the humiliation ringing deeply in Taiho’s chest getting him to stop mid swing.

He hold his arm aloft, unsure if the boys cries were meant to distract him, but considering the damage that had been dealt to him over the course of the fight, he doubted the boy could put up much more of a fight at this junction. Releasing the boy from his hold, he’d take a step back and assess the damage. The entire exchange had taken roughly ten minutes, relatively quickly for all intents and purposes. And most of it had been due to the young man fighting against the grapple that he had put himself in by turtling against a superior fighter. It wasn’t the wrong move to make as it kept him from taking far more damage from the onslaught that Taiho had unleashed on him. In fact if he hadn’t somehow pulled himself together and turtled up, Taiho was fairly certain he’d have broken a few of his ribs and possibly given him a concussion on top of the damage he had already given him. As it stood, the boy was likely heavy bruised and covered and welts and bruises but he’d live to fight another day.

Huffing and dusting himself down, Taiho would send the boy a scathing glare for interrupting his meditation and practice before sighing and breathing out. “Whatever, next time learn some manners before you go lifting your dusty feet in someone’s direction. I could have killed you kid”. He may have let go of his anger, but he wasn’t going to let the kid walk away without a proper dressing down of the words and tongues. Properly talking down to him until he got it through his egg noggin of a skull, Taiho would continue the tongue lashing for a few extra minutes before walking away to go back to his day. Considering his meditation time had been interrupted, he guessed he could go ahead and get lunch for the day. Leaving the boy far behind, he’d take to the road to gather his thoughts before taking a mental assessment of himself. While the spar had been far more entertaining than he’d normally admit or concede to anyone, he’d definitely noticed some kinks and errors in his fighting style that would need to get ironed out.

Looking down at his clenched fists, he couldn’t believe that the boy had managed to weather his onslaught for so long. Normally he was able to devastate and overpower his opponents, but the boys defenses had managed to hold up long enough for him to at least plead for mercy, something that normally would not occur unless Taiho had taken it easy, but he knew for a fact that he struck to take the young boy down a peg. It seemed as if he had not improved that much since his spar with his teacher after all. Of course, he hadn’t used any jutsu in the exchange as that would have been overkill for what felt like such a small scale spat, but if that was what was necessary to take someone down in a quick manner, it seems he would have to start doing so. Unclenching his fists slowly, he’d ease himself into exhaling softly before jumping away from the area entirely.

Taking to the treetops, he thought long and hard about who he was and what he wanted to become. Remembering back to the power and authority his father commanded, he imagined himself with that sort of presence. The power to command armies, and subjugate his enemies. He knew for a fact that such a power was within his grasp, but the ache of waiting patiently was beginning to take its toll on him. He’d have to expedite this process, no matter what.

[Exit]

WC: 2912 + 779 = 3691

Stats

Speed: D1 -> D3 = 850 - 10% = 765

Jutsu

Berserk Mode: 1000 - 10% = 900
Gum Rope: 750 - 10% = 675
Ripple Palm Barrier: 750 - 10% = 675
Ripple Palm Burst: 750 - 10% = 675

Total Word Count Used = 3690