1 Water Over Here! [Invite] Tue Jun 09, 2015 6:22 pm
Tsugumichi
D-rank
He had ignored advice from the random genin contemporary he had crossed paths with on the way into this dread that was the Tsumi Sand Grounds. He was a taller fellow of bronze complexion that had a long mane of ebony curls that made his gender rather ambiguous outside of a certain range of distance. The young stalk of a boy had taken time out of his fashion statement by removing his rounded sunglasses and gracing him with his apple green irises. The struggle in his voice relayed the hopelessness as he warned the adolescent Sōseiji to turn back, showcasing the god awful frizz the heat had afflicted upon his majestic cropping of hair. His idea, along with most others, was to return later and train at night when it cooled. The sacrifice of visibility for the sake of a good homeostasis sounded like a cop out to him at the time, but if only there was a way to go back, he would have heeded without skepticism.
Born and bread in Sunagakure he was well aware and very much used to the afflictions of the hot desert sun and humidity, but believe it or not, this was his first rodeo in Tsumi. He had heard the tales of its grueling conditions, and because of which, he’d stayed away up until now. His recent graduation to genin had without certainty upgraded his confidence, that coupled with his youth, gave him a sense of invincibility that had been everything except for battle tested in the real world. To his current chagrin, he found himself drained and essentially powerless under the tendrils of bright kryptonite that beamed down from up above. It was rather pathetic really, how he found himself skulking behind small boulders as he stalked not only their minimal amounts of shade, but this suiton show off that had been tantalize him with hydration ever since he perspired his first beads of sweat.
Like an idiot he had come here trying to train katon at high noon, not lasting longer than about an hour in this sun, even with his gifted capacity for stamina. With each of his failed embers the blonde bowl cut haired dork would launch a grand suiton jutsu, intentionally dousing himself with that damn good refreshing water. Earlier he had asked nicely for as little as a splash across the face to knock the edge off, but the bastard had given him nothing but a kick in the shin after he had closed his eyes in anticipation of refreshment. But now it was time, time for his revenge. That dorky bifocal wearing bugger would pay for his transgressions. Quickly jutting out from behind the boulder with clandestine intent, the blue eyed genin leaped into the air after a couple swift strides, now finding himself airborne over his faucet hoarding nemesis.
“I’ve got you now water monger!” He exclaimed with a smirk of successful anticipation as he descended spread eagle in hopes to tackle his prey as his shadow began to engulf the seemingly unaware boy. But with a swift reverse pivot, his target had proven himself highly perceptive and already aware of his presence. With hand seals previously installed the blonde genin had already selected his attack, raising his hand to his mouth before spewing a jet of highly pressurized water into the Sōseiji’s now defenseless midsection without hesitation.
The trumpet of water hit with a refreshing cruelty that triggered a masochism within the fresh new genin as he welcomed the pain for the pure sensation of the water alone. He could have done without the harsh landing on his back, but it was what it was. Besides, his revenge was a success, although it did not look it in the least. He never wanted to fight the kid, he just wanted water, by any means necessary. He had heard the boy shout an obscenity towards him before scurrying away most probably with a type of slick sense of accomplishment. His care from him now had completely dissipated as he found himself in an aching bliss, lying spread eagle in a puddle of water with nothing but a grin of refreshment on his face.
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WC: 699
Born and bread in Sunagakure he was well aware and very much used to the afflictions of the hot desert sun and humidity, but believe it or not, this was his first rodeo in Tsumi. He had heard the tales of its grueling conditions, and because of which, he’d stayed away up until now. His recent graduation to genin had without certainty upgraded his confidence, that coupled with his youth, gave him a sense of invincibility that had been everything except for battle tested in the real world. To his current chagrin, he found himself drained and essentially powerless under the tendrils of bright kryptonite that beamed down from up above. It was rather pathetic really, how he found himself skulking behind small boulders as he stalked not only their minimal amounts of shade, but this suiton show off that had been tantalize him with hydration ever since he perspired his first beads of sweat.
Like an idiot he had come here trying to train katon at high noon, not lasting longer than about an hour in this sun, even with his gifted capacity for stamina. With each of his failed embers the blonde bowl cut haired dork would launch a grand suiton jutsu, intentionally dousing himself with that damn good refreshing water. Earlier he had asked nicely for as little as a splash across the face to knock the edge off, but the bastard had given him nothing but a kick in the shin after he had closed his eyes in anticipation of refreshment. But now it was time, time for his revenge. That dorky bifocal wearing bugger would pay for his transgressions. Quickly jutting out from behind the boulder with clandestine intent, the blue eyed genin leaped into the air after a couple swift strides, now finding himself airborne over his faucet hoarding nemesis.
“I’ve got you now water monger!” He exclaimed with a smirk of successful anticipation as he descended spread eagle in hopes to tackle his prey as his shadow began to engulf the seemingly unaware boy. But with a swift reverse pivot, his target had proven himself highly perceptive and already aware of his presence. With hand seals previously installed the blonde genin had already selected his attack, raising his hand to his mouth before spewing a jet of highly pressurized water into the Sōseiji’s now defenseless midsection without hesitation.
The trumpet of water hit with a refreshing cruelty that triggered a masochism within the fresh new genin as he welcomed the pain for the pure sensation of the water alone. He could have done without the harsh landing on his back, but it was what it was. Besides, his revenge was a success, although it did not look it in the least. He never wanted to fight the kid, he just wanted water, by any means necessary. He had heard the boy shout an obscenity towards him before scurrying away most probably with a type of slick sense of accomplishment. His care from him now had completely dissipated as he found himself in an aching bliss, lying spread eagle in a puddle of water with nothing but a grin of refreshment on his face.
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WC: 699