1 The headaches [Private/ Ashelia/ No-Kill] Sun Aug 28, 2016 6:03 pm
Midorii
D-rank
It was late afternoon. The relentless sun of the desert was beginning to finally reach the horizon, slowly but surely. Slabs of sandstone were laid out, scattered in semi organised patterns. Some of them had minor scorch marks, others a faint red smear. And among them, lying on their back in the sand, was the non-binary ninja; Chiaki Fukitsuna. Their left arm was covered in slight scratches, some of which were deep enough to have been bleeding, although not bleeding anymore. Sand was covering a fair amount of their silvery hair and clothing, the mess they have on top of their head made even messier as the gentle breeze blows. Their breathing was heavy, and the ghostly pale of their skin contrasted heavily with a large, red bruise across the left cheek. Next to their right arm, which was kept safe from the unforgiving heat of the sun via a very long sleeve, a kunai lay nestled in the sand, dried blood along one of the edges.
Their androgynous features highlighted by the combination of the harsh light and sweat beading down their forehead, they look directly up, focusing intently on the few clouds in the sky. They frowned as they watched it drift with the breeze. The unpleasantly sticky, humid, stale breeze. Hesitantly, they lift their left hand to their bruised cheek, gently touching it as if it was almost a reminder of why they were here in the first place. Almost. They didn’t need reminding of why they were here, and why they have been here since the morning. Groaning, they sat up, looking around in an almost surveying fashion. The dark blue in their eyes begins to fade to black, a red glow appearing at in blocks to highlight scythe like patterns in their eyes, as they activate their Onigan. They stare intensively towards nothing, however quickly stop, gripping their head in clear pain. Once more the Onigan deactivates, returning Chiaki’s eyes to the usual look.
If they were one to show their emotions openly, this would be the point where Chiaki clenches their fist, or starts to cry. However, instead, they just look at the mess of a training area, and frown. They spent all of the previous day simply setting up the grounds, something that any who knew them would know is more effort than they usually go to. But for once, they had a need to put effort into something. It was either accomplish their current goal, or spend a long time sleeping in the sand. Less because they wanted to, and more because they had to, Chiaki stood up, gasping slightly. It was a long day. It was going to be a longer evening. They opened their eyes wide, activating the Onigan once more when… THUD! They collapsed where they stood, lying weakly on their front. Why? Why was that their limit? How do they get better? Why won’t it stop hurting? The thoughts rush through their mind as they simply tilt their head to the side, looking emotionlessly at the emptiness of the Sandy Arena.
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Their androgynous features highlighted by the combination of the harsh light and sweat beading down their forehead, they look directly up, focusing intently on the few clouds in the sky. They frowned as they watched it drift with the breeze. The unpleasantly sticky, humid, stale breeze. Hesitantly, they lift their left hand to their bruised cheek, gently touching it as if it was almost a reminder of why they were here in the first place. Almost. They didn’t need reminding of why they were here, and why they have been here since the morning. Groaning, they sat up, looking around in an almost surveying fashion. The dark blue in their eyes begins to fade to black, a red glow appearing at in blocks to highlight scythe like patterns in their eyes, as they activate their Onigan. They stare intensively towards nothing, however quickly stop, gripping their head in clear pain. Once more the Onigan deactivates, returning Chiaki’s eyes to the usual look.
If they were one to show their emotions openly, this would be the point where Chiaki clenches their fist, or starts to cry. However, instead, they just look at the mess of a training area, and frown. They spent all of the previous day simply setting up the grounds, something that any who knew them would know is more effort than they usually go to. But for once, they had a need to put effort into something. It was either accomplish their current goal, or spend a long time sleeping in the sand. Less because they wanted to, and more because they had to, Chiaki stood up, gasping slightly. It was a long day. It was going to be a longer evening. They opened their eyes wide, activating the Onigan once more when… THUD! They collapsed where they stood, lying weakly on their front. Why? Why was that their limit? How do they get better? Why won’t it stop hurting? The thoughts rush through their mind as they simply tilt their head to the side, looking emotionlessly at the emptiness of the Sandy Arena.
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