Syekren's form moved from his parent's house and quietly slipped through the streets of Sunagakure. He had recently become a special jounin, becoming more powerful than before and as such he'd need to train more to match the strength of his rank. He was wearing a black shinobi netted shirt, and black shinobi tights. His shinobi tabi were white today, with black sandals covering the majority of them. Over his mouth and nose area, also covering the area around his shoulders, he had a large black sash wrapped around his face, behind his back and around his arms forming a half-shirt sort of thing. The end of the sash was tucked in at the middle of his back, giving the illusion that it was one piece of clothing. Around his waist he had tied a black haori, mainly cosmetic in this case, and put his contacts within their case in a small pocket in the haori. The uchiha had also assimilated his hitai-ate forehead protector into the haori, making it look as though it was his belt.

The uchiha's long dark blue, almost violet hair was tied back with bandages wrapped around his forehead, keeping his bangs at the back of his head and out of his face. His dark blue eyes shone slightly brighter today than normal, showing enthusiasm for training that his lips did not. He was staring blankly, keeping an emotionless guise as he walked through the streets of Sunagakure no Sato, waving to a few people. Every now and again he'd stop, and look around, feeling as though someone was watching him. Something about today felt too entirely different and he didn't like it. He had noticed lately his parents were rather interested in how far along his sharingan was coming, and how was progressing in the ranks or becoming stronger. It would be normal save for the fact he'd seen his mother using a three tomoe version of the sharingan when he once thought she didn't possess the ability. Things were getting very strange for Syekren, and he could tell they would only get worse.

Syekren arrived shortly at the village gates, staring ahead in silent content. He was going to train his Raiton element today to attempt to become more adept at using it in battle. If things went well he might even be able to create new jutsu with the newly formed Raiton specialty. Or, he would fail horribly and need to train even more to become more apt to the usage of his lightning-based chakra. Whichever be the case he wouldn't give up until he was reknowned as a master of all his jutsu and specializations, causing even the kage to quake in fear when he came around. That was his new dream, and his new goal. He wanted to become the strongest shinobi that the world had ever seen or heard of and destroy those that would stand in his way, or attempt to bring him down. Nothing was going to keep him from achieving his dream, and no one would survive if they tried.

His thoughts went back to the fateful day he had been out in the wilderness meditating and something strange had happened. There was suddenly the spirit of an old Uchiha who warned him that his current strength level was not high enough to do much of anything. And that if all he did was meditate he would never become any stronger than he was. It was true, meditation had gotten him defeated twice. Once by a sand user that awakened his one tomoe sharingan. The other by a strange girl who skipped rocks and had taken him down handily, awakening his second tomoe. Perhaps then, to become stronger he would need a sound body, as well as a sound mind. For if the two did not work together in equality, perhaps that could be the reason he had almost met his demise at the hand of others twice. That had to be it, he'd need to meditate less and train physically with or against others more.

He had forgotten where he was headed to, and while thinking had been nearing the Kaze no Kuni border. It was the crossroads that other ninja came to, in hopes of getting into sunagakure no sato. Whether to test themselves against other ninja, come to the Chuunin exams, or simply to visit and shop. There were many reasons people came to his village and not all of them good, but this highway was always open no matter what happened, and that may be the reason their economy was so weak, as well as their army. Syekren sighed, pushing his hands into the pockets of his tights, leaning against a post pointing the way into the village. He had no real inclination of why he had come out here in the middle of the day. Something inside him told him that he would be able to find something good at this time, but he wasn't sure what. And all the time he thought, he had the feeling of being watched again.

His eyes trailed over to a large group of cacti, each one being wider than any man with his arms outstretched to their fullest extent. He could feel something ominous about that group of cacti but wasn't sure why. He silently shrugged, and went back to his thoughts on how to begin training his raiton nature. He wanted to perfect new and more powerful jutsu but to do that, he'd need his element to be stronger first. Training an element was always a pain though, and he sighed, channeling raiton into his fingertips. He watched slight sparks ensue from his fingertips, holding them up to the light, watching the bluish lightning dance before his chakra control gave out, the sparks becoming nothing once more. He would simply have to try harder than he was.

Training:

Ukio was just making his way into the village at the front, showing the Jonin his papers they let him pass. He started through the valley of shade, it was nice against his skin. He liked how it felt and it reminded him of home. Kumogakure was in the mountains, and a place with a lot of moisture was bound to be everywhere. It stuck to the surroundings. It was beautiful. Ukio used this as a gateway. He loved nature, but in the sense it was perfect. In harmony and destruction it is perfect. The world will always correct itself, and no one will ever be able to destroy this one simple fact.

He was always like this, philosophical in ways that made people look past him. But these were just spurts of his personality, he thought a lot, observed and knew things other didn't notice. These things set him apart from others, and can hurt him as much as it gains him. Talking to people in his own way proves to be difficult when he can't find a way to explain what he wants to thim. But he is fully able to communicate, he just wants to be accepted for who he is, and not what people think he is.

He made it through the shade when he finally made it to the edge, placing his hands onto his hips and looking down into the village, it was beutiful. He thought of Juyo and the fight they had, and the other parts of the exams. It was something he'll never forget. It was a wonderful thing to experience. He always wondered of seeing Juyo again, but Ukio always cast aside that he needed to focus on himself rather than Juyo, otherwise he'd never beat him. Ukio felt that life was like a road you can see in your mind. All these roads lead to something new but the highway was the point of life. All these roads connected to the highway that always led to the inevitability of death. But death isn't a bad thing, it hold so much mystery for interpretation. But dying wasn't on his list.

He'd passed a man on his way in that he took no particular mind to pay attention to, but now he'd been gazing at the village longer than he'd wanted to. He looked back at him and observed his attire. He looked deep in thought, and roughly the same age as him. But Ukio didn't know what to say to him, he did but he didn't want to see weird. But at this particular point what could happen. He was here to see the Uchiha and he wanted to know if it was true. He wandered up to him closely and looked at him in the eyes, stating firmly. "I've heard that there is an Uchiha that lives in this village, is it true?" Straight to the point was his way of getting answers, he didn't build up the tension, he was like a gun locked and loaded and ready to spring with questions.

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OOC: If it's cool with you, I need to learn genjutsu spec, so I was gonna let you catch me in a genjutsu and use copy-wheel eye to learn it while we train/fight/meet

The thought was still eating away at him, why did he constantly feel like someone was watching him lately? It was getting ridiculous. No matter where he went he always had the feeling of being watched and it was starting to annoy him. He sighed, thinking back to his parents seeming so happy and excited for him, awakening his sharingan. It was about that time he felt the sensation of being followed and watched. Did those two have something in common? No, his parents couldn't be behind all this, right? It was all too convenient now that he thought on it.  The fact that they wanted to know all about his newly forming and maturing sharingan, and since telling them of it he felt as though he was being followed and watched; it all fit together too perfectly. He was still thinking when some young male about his age came up from the highway, staring at the village. His eyes locked on the other for a moment, before looking up to the sky, thinking more and more about the current situation he was in, wondering what would happen should he actually catch one of the two in the act of watching him.

"I've heard that there is an Uchiha that lives in this village, is it true?" Syekren looked back down to be staring into the eyes of the guy from before who was asking such a sinister question. Why did he want to know if there was an Uchiha in this village? He was too excitable for Syekren's tastes and he didn't seem the type of person just interested in taking a census. So why ask? Syekren considered his options for a moment and smiled, standing up completely now, walking away from the other a few feet before he spoke. "You can't expect to get something for nothing. I'll tell you more than just if there is an Uchiha in this village. I'll take you to him. But for that I require penance. You want him? You train with me for a bit. Show me if you're worthy of meeting with him and prove you're not just another kid looking to taking a stab at an Uchiha for their legendary eyes. Deal?"

He chuckled, turning to face the other, thinking on the many ways to take him down. Syekren smiled and quietly unwrapped the sash from around his form, eventually unwrapping it completely and letting it fall to the ground. After a moment, he ripped the sleeves of his netted shinobi shirt off up to his shoulders, freeing his arms up a bit for more motion to be allowed. Now, he would have to use specific jutsu to keep the other man from guessing his bloodline, but also keep him from causing Syekren any damage. This wasn't going to be too hard though. After all, syekren was a special jounin now, with the speed of someone who was at least two ranks above his own who had been training all their life. He wasn't going to be hit so easily, regardless of whether he used his own jutsu or not. He yawned and stretched a bit, his arms stretching up past his head into the air to loosen them out, before he moved them in circles to ready himself.

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OOC: Sorry for the short reply. I've been quite busy these holidays.

He couldn't believe he was here and already someone wanted to fight him. He just wanted to meet the guy, not fight people to get to him. He looked at him with a look of sorrow and sighed before he turned to the man once more. He cracked his neck and motioned his arms to loosen up. If he wanted a spar he'd get one.

He watched him walk away a couple feet, movements already forming in his mind. He was ready to kick some ass if it was the case to meet someone like an Uchiha. No one will stand between that and family. If he could even call him family. People these days were so hostile and cautious that even though he may have met an Uchiha, it wasn't as likely we'd get along if this was the case with him, or her.

He looked at the guy again, squinting his eyes and placing a foot back and opening up his right palm in front of his body, his left hand sliding behind his body, gripping the hilt of his katana. He was ready to strike, but he would first need to gauge the strengths of his opponent. He wasn't going to let everything show in one instant. He needed to know who this person was before he broke his reality.

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Syekren breathed in quietly, staring at his would be opponent. How to go about this? He noted the male getting into a bit of a stance, his eyes watching the back hand of the male go to what he presumed was a weapon. Not like he'd get a chance to use it against Syekren. With his body pulling downwards into a bit of a crouch, he tensed his muscles. "Begin." Was all he said. That would be all the other man would hear before Syekren broke any hopes of him winning this spar. With a sudden push against the ground, his form flew forth in a dash to his opponent. Taijutsu was his ground and he wasn't going to let some random punk who came to his village, with no proper manners come onto his turf and muck shit up. No, that wasn't his style. Syekren's form was a blur to untrained eyes, moving in a wide arc around the kid, to come to his right side, bringing his right leg up and twisting his body with it.

The front of his shin would hit the man in the face, while turning completely to follow the kick all the way through. When he followed it through, his body turned more to allow him to stop back on his foot in the same position, fists clenching. Before the other would have any chance of reacting, the Uchiha's fist came into the stomach of the guy, pulling back to allow his other to follow through. This happened thrice more, as he then came back to turn his back to the other male, swinging his body around once more. The left leg came this time, to drive the heel into the cheek of his opponent, if hitting him, would successfully knock him away two meters, allowing Syekren to plot out his next move. Regardless of if either of his strikes hit, he flipped backwards on one hand for five meters, stopping back on his feet and concentrating his chakra around his body, moving quickly through his veins. No way was he taking it easy on this outsider.

He quickly made handseals, creating four clones of himself, each running at the opponent. Once attacked, they would evaporate into nothing, being just images of himself after all. Syekren would use this opportunity to run at his opponent once more with a blur, ducking down and allowing his body to lay back, sliding forth upon the ground. With this sliding motion, he'd come under his opponent, kicking his leg up, the bottom of his foot coming into the man's chin. If it hit, this would push him up into the air about two meters, allowing Syekren a rebuttal against him. If his attack succeeded, he jumped into the air, just behind his opponent to set himself up for another couple of attacks.

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OOC: Sorry I waited long enough man.

The attacks all fell into perfect succession setting the Uchiha up as he had planned. His opponent was in the air just above him, and he was behind the man, bringing his arms around the male's form, wrapping into a tight bear hug. Ten meters in the air now, and his body began to twist, causing his opponent's to do the same, forcing themselves into a tornado of physical attack. With his body slightly moved down to the point that the other's head was almost a foot above his own, he continued spinning faster, leaning back towards the ground. They plummeted quickly towards the incoming ground, the spinning becoming faster and faster. His form pushed the other male to be a bit higher than himself so they would plummet towards the ground, at a quick rate, his mind flashing through all the possible scenarios. This would be where he would make things happen for himself. He wasn't going to let anyone push him around.

His mind brought him to his first days in the academy. He had trained so hard, making himself faster and stronger than any of the other students. He worked so hard and come so far. Compared to the others, he was nothing short of a prodigy. First in his class to graduate and learn higher ranking jutsu. Now he was a special jounin, being stepped to by someone who obviously didn't know what an uchiha looked like. Why should this boy live, why should he survive when so many of the Uchiha were being hunted for their eyes, and killed. Why should he keep his eyes when so many of Syekren's clan were losing their own?

'Why should he keep his eyes?'

That wasn't going to stand. The Uchiha couldn't help but get angry. Why should this man keep his eyes  when he was probably hunting an Uchiha for them just now? After they had plummeted towards the ground the Uchiha stood up, tall his two tomoe spinning around his now crimson iris' and stared down at the other male. He quietly stepped forward to where the other male would most likely be on the ground now, sitting upon where his stomach was, and looked down quietly. He thought about what he was doing, his anger growing a bit. He was really no better than those who would steal his eyes but at this moment he didn't care.

"You found an Uchiha. Now I'm taking your eyes"

Syekren put his thumbs to the  bridge of the man's nose, pushing on the eyes slowly, moving his thumbs so the eyes would not be damaged as he pushed inward into this man's skull, grinning as he thought of giving someone a taste of their own medicine. He wasn't going to be the victim this time, he was going to be the one on top and no one was going to say or do anything that would affect this otherwise. He grinned more while pushing into the man's skull, and pushed the eyes softly away from where his thumbs were so he could curl them around and finally pull back to pop them out.

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OOC: Sorry man. Gotta do this.

The intense slamming of the move syekren had done would cause his opponent a lot of damage, and when he was on top of the other male, pushing his thumbs into the eyes to pop them out, blood gushed forth. He had procured the eyes of the other man, looking down at him quietly. He now had two eyes in his possession and he quietly wrapped them up in the bandage he took from around his head, his hair falling into his face a bit. Quietly,  he ensured the eyes were wrapped up nicely, keeping them from taking any damage at all, the pushed them into his pocket and turned back to look at his foe, blood now pouring from the empty eye sockets. He quietly made the tiger handseal, breathing in deeply and filling his lungs with chakra and air, kneading the two together, before he reached out and took the katana from the man's back, rolling him over.

Syekren quietly jumped into the air, blowing the chakra and air from his lips, causing a chinese dragon head of flames to dance from his mouth, barreling towards the motionless body of his nameless foe. The chinese dragon head would come to the man's back, and upon the point of impact it would simply erupt into larger flames, causing damage to the man's clothes, burning them before he himself was burned, unless he could somehow move out of the way. Once Syekren had used his fireball jutsu, he gave it enough time for it to simply wear off, the flames disappearing before he stepped forth, towards the body of his foe, kneeling down.

The man quietly began to concentrate his chakra, looking through the other's pockets that if the jutsu had hit, would be a bit charred and hot, but otherwise not too harmed. He was looking for anything that might be of use at a later date, or even any ryo for him to use at some point. After which he stood up and looked down at the man, turning his back before he would walk away, quietly thinking on what he was to do next, and what he should do with the man's eyes. Regardless of if his fire dragon jutsu had hit, the other man was as good as dead at the rate he'd be bleeding. Syekren began to feel bad for a moment, before he reminded himself that he didn't know who this man was, he could have easily done the same to him at any time.

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Everything went through perfectly. The man's upper body was scorched and burned so badly that he would not be recognizable. Quietly, Syekren took the hitai-ate from the man's person and pocketed it, as a trophy for what happened on this day. After he had looted the man's sword, he searched the pocket of the man and took any and all ryo that was left, and picked up the seared and charred corpse. He looked around to be sure that no one was watching, and headed off towards the large mountainous dunes with the body slumped over his shoulder. He quietly moved into the largest dunes he could find and layed the body down, closing his eyes and bowing his head in respect silently. After a moment of this, he pulled sand over the body over and over until the corpse was completely covered in sand, to the point not even the strongest of winds could fully uncover him until a good amount of time had passed. It was as if Syekren had moved an entire sand dune on top of the corpse to hide it from prying eyes. The Spec. Jounin sighed and stood, deactivating his sharingan. He turned his back to the sand and walked off into the distance, leaving this behind as a memory.

"I'm sorry you had to die young fellow."

Sun... A bright yellow orb of radiant heat burnt into thy sky overhead. The air was liquid yet dry from the intensity of the day, blue skies flowing on top a sandy horizon. Sili dragged her feet through the sand, her robe dragging behind her. Hot... She held her hands together in front of her within her sleeves, hunching over as she dragged along. Sili had been traveling for weeks now through this desert and was beginning to get familiar with it. Still, her body weighed her down like stone, not wanting anything to do with such a climate. Sili could handle the fatigue, even the strain, but what did bother her was the thirst. Thirsty. Oooh the thirst. Water... The young Thāng struggled to keep her mouth from drying out, her eyes looking upon the horizon like the sky might leak. Sili knew there were some cacti nearby (if her memory served her correctly), and was feverishly walking to find them. As soon as she noticed her pace quickening to nearly a jog, she stopped short and looked down. Oh...whoops. Sili laughed at herself for a moment at the realization. She continued walking again at a calm pace, her eyes barely open and her posture non existent. Sili was walking with as little energy as it took to keep moving forward, remembering what she learned.

To run is to seek change. It means to desire something else more than what you have now. To devalue the present is a to mean the present can be devalued, and since all moments are equally, infinitely incredible, it is impossible to devalue one or value it more than another. I will find the water when the water finds me. Sili continued walking towards the direction of the cacti, fiddling with her pockets. Though I am thirsty...

As Sili made her way into a rippling field of dunes, she removed her shoes so as to feel each grain pour through her toes. Her robe was crinkled up on the ground as it was pulled through the sand, kicking up small puffs of dirt. Sili smiled, though was clearly struggling to get through the heat. The sun is hot. The air is hot. The sand is hot. The sun is hot. Beads of sweat rolled down her face as she trekked through the barren fields, making no apparent progress through the endless dunes. Sili dug her feet in with her weight as she began climbing the next one, exaggeratedly breathing out. As she made her way up higher, Sili began to grow accustomed to the stepping, and quickly became preoccupied with other thoughts. If I step down on the sand, I am pushing grains beneath my foot downward. If they're pushed downward, they will try to get out of the way. They can either go right or left, in which case they push more sand. That sand then keeps pushing until it can go up. Sili looked down to watch her feet as they pushed out/up sand all around them, even sinking in beneath it. But if the sand tries to go downward, it will hit other sand, which hits more sand and so on. They'll compress so that i can stand on it. So I guess there's a chance that all the sand could be arranged so as to always be able to go right or left, and not down at all. That way I'd sink right through! Sili laughed at the thought. It was a fun speculation, after all.

As Sili made it over the dune, knowing the spot she was looking for would be just ahead, she could see something in the distance. She noticed five people were already there. No wait, six. There's one on the ground. Also... Someone was on top of the person lying down, who seemed to be on their stomach. The four people standing up looked identical to the one kneeling too, meaning one thing. Sili saw the sun overhead and the shadows being cast by cacti in the distance. None of the people standing up, however, seemed to cast a shadow. Clones. The clones (as well as the boy) had bluish, almost purple hair. She had the person not too long ago. Isn't that... In an instant, the boy jumped up into the air and incinerated the person he was just kneeling on top of. Sili winced, shocked at what had just happened. Did he...he... Instantly, Sili jumped up on the top of the dune while making the Snake hand seal. The moment her feet hit the ground, a pillar of bluish-grey apatite rose in front of her. The boy was about 45 meters away, well within her reach. Sili dropped her shoes and immediately began swiping her hands across the top of the pillar, slinging stones at Syekren as fast as she could. Sili would surround him, fanning the stones out to cover a good 45 meters across. This left about 1.5 meters between each stone, but Sili would activate her Splash jutsu in conjunction with her attack, allowing water to fill up everywhere in-between. She would even throw them so as to zigzag and ricochet off one another on the way towards/past him, creating a multitude of splashes all around. Her mind was clear and focused, picturing the face of the boy she had saved.

UCHIHA!

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