1 Is that a reindeer in the desert? [Private/No Kill/Suutei/Training] Tue Dec 30, 2014 6:25 pm
Katsurou
D-rank
Katsurou breathed heavily in the coliseum. He had woken up early in hopes of getting some private training in, but it seemed he had already tired himself out. Wiping his face with a towel, the young man gulped as he rose back up to his full height. Katsurou furrowed his brow in determination
Forming a simple one handed seal, a light magnetic pulse flew out in all directions from Katsurou’s body, the sand of the arena blowing outwards due to it’s low weight. However, it was not the sand itself he was after. Within moments, gritty black iron sand began to slither back towards Katsurou, flowing up in streams into his backpack. He had already expended most of his iron sand during the training and it was time to return it to his pack to begin again. Taking in a deep breath, the boy placed three fingers over his left hand, a flow of iron sand coming from his backpack simultaneously. Soon enough, the iron sand Katsurou had activated formed into a large sphere, and miraculously took the color of his own eye, even taking the brilliant sapphire color that he hid so often. Souring his expression, Katsurou sent the eye swiftly around the arena at a surprising 20 meters per second. The force of the sphere moving around Katsurou in a circle lifted up a dust of iron sand, though it did not bother the young man. All the dust was behind his new eye, after all.
Katsurou smiled as he turned the eye to look down on himself. This was the first time he had successfully used this jutsu outside of training. It was not that often that he could see what he looked like from different directions, but that was nothing compared to the pride he had in himself for getting this to work. He was simply dressed in his basic training outfit; his Sunagakure forehead protector fastened loosely around his neck just above the top of the zipper for the loose jacket which he wore, sleeves rolled up of course. On his legs he wore tight khaki colored capris which fastened firmly just above the top of his shinobi sandal-boots. The most important part of this attire, however, was of course his backpack filled with iron sand, held loosely on his back by two straps over his shoulders. Peace and quiet so far. But the young man almost wanted to show off a little bit. A pity as he thought himself entirely alone.
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If I give up this easily, I’ll be useless in any kind of real fight.
Forming a simple one handed seal, a light magnetic pulse flew out in all directions from Katsurou’s body, the sand of the arena blowing outwards due to it’s low weight. However, it was not the sand itself he was after. Within moments, gritty black iron sand began to slither back towards Katsurou, flowing up in streams into his backpack. He had already expended most of his iron sand during the training and it was time to return it to his pack to begin again. Taking in a deep breath, the boy placed three fingers over his left hand, a flow of iron sand coming from his backpack simultaneously. Soon enough, the iron sand Katsurou had activated formed into a large sphere, and miraculously took the color of his own eye, even taking the brilliant sapphire color that he hid so often. Souring his expression, Katsurou sent the eye swiftly around the arena at a surprising 20 meters per second. The force of the sphere moving around Katsurou in a circle lifted up a dust of iron sand, though it did not bother the young man. All the dust was behind his new eye, after all.
Katsurou smiled as he turned the eye to look down on himself. This was the first time he had successfully used this jutsu outside of training. It was not that often that he could see what he looked like from different directions, but that was nothing compared to the pride he had in himself for getting this to work. He was simply dressed in his basic training outfit; his Sunagakure forehead protector fastened loosely around his neck just above the top of the zipper for the loose jacket which he wore, sleeves rolled up of course. On his legs he wore tight khaki colored capris which fastened firmly just above the top of his shinobi sandal-boots. The most important part of this attire, however, was of course his backpack filled with iron sand, held loosely on his back by two straps over his shoulders. Peace and quiet so far. But the young man almost wanted to show off a little bit. A pity as he thought himself entirely alone.
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