1 Bold Promises[Training/Private] Wed Feb 22, 2017 6:48 pm
Zewo
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Honor was perceived to be one's integrity in a sense. Daichi on the other hand believed his honor lied in his village. Despite his lack of true arsenal, he was dedicating time to his true weapon; the body. Overall the true skills of a shinobi were based on his mind, and the body. The synchronization would wait. The Uzumaki believed he'd nip the problem in the bud, train his body first and then create with it.
Ever since he was younger he had a strong reserve of chakra. Despite such, he lacked true physical aptitude but it made him want to amplify himself. This weakness....pushed him to a higher aptitude. He was genuinely smart, and picked up things quickly. This sense of being frail was getting old, just like he was; time was running out.
Much like sand in an hour glass, everyone's lived trickled slowly and the world of the shinobi turned. In this big blue planet, Daichi remained as Chuunin in the Hidden Leaf. His purpose was to serve them, preserve the lives within' the walls and extend that very same freedom. The Hidden Lead had always been a good sense of the word honor. Many shinobi dedicated themselves to this very will they say is like fire...
"You son of-" Daichi's voice was abruptly cut off as he closed his mouth. A hefty jump, pivoting of his body and turning himself to face the ground he was falling to. The branch he once stood on had been blown off. A large dragon of water ripped it off the tree, swallowing it and flowing intensely through tree top. There wasn't much scenery around these parts, the occasional tree, plenty of rivers and tall grass; plains.
The Chuunin landed, rolling forwards and expelling some of the excess kinetic energy. Despite his lack of physical aptitude, his mind was resilient and useful. Another dragon homed in on him, as he looked up and spotted these two things. The other besides the dragon was his adversary, standing in front of a large river; a basin for weapons. It was tall man, roughly six foot three inches? He was fairly muscular, but nothing out of the ordinary. Long unkempt black hair but everything else was hard to make out. Clothes seemed fairly casual, but the person didn't seem to wear a shinobi vest. It wasn't like them to directly attack another village, unless they were in war either.
The dragon fiercely crept forward in a load roaring of rushing water, jaw open and ready to swallow the Uzumaki whole. The teenager stayed crouched, extending both palms and concentrating intently. His left eye was closed, right still open; aiming. In between the extended palms levitated a tiny ball of water, which soon collected water nearby and accumulated. Luckily for Daichi, a previous water dragon helped bring water near him. More than enough for his technique, a giant sphere of water. For a split moment, it seemed as if the dragon was too big and it was about to connect. Just before the two techniques collided, Daichi released a seal using his palm and added force to his technique. It boosted the sphere into a much larger ball, colliding with the dragon and propelling forward against it. It was enough to challenge the dragon, both roaring forward but the ball being purely for brunt force. Soon enough all the collective water exploded, spilling to the ground and making temporary rain.
Honor was perceived to be one's integrity in a sense. Daichi on the other hand believed his honor lied in his village. Despite his lack of true arsenal, he was dedicating time to his true weapon; the body. Overall the true skills of a shinobi were based on his mind, and the body. The synchronization would wait. The Uzumaki believed he'd nip the problem in the bud, train his body first and then create with it.
Ever since he was younger he had a strong reserve of chakra. Despite such, he lacked true physical aptitude but it made him want to amplify himself. This weakness....pushed him to a higher aptitude. He was genuinely smart, and picked up things quickly. This sense of being frail was getting old, just like he was; time was running out.
Much like sand in an hour glass, everyone's lived trickled slowly and the world of the shinobi turned. In this big blue planet, Daichi remained as Chuunin in the Hidden Leaf. His purpose was to serve them, preserve the lives within' the walls and extend that very same freedom. The Hidden Lead had always been a good sense of the word honor. Many shinobi dedicated themselves to this very will they say is like fire...
"You son of-" Daichi's voice was abruptly cut off as he closed his mouth. A hefty jump, pivoting of his body and turning himself to face the ground he was falling to. The branch he once stood on had been blown off. A large dragon of water ripped it off the tree, swallowing it and flowing intensely through tree top. There wasn't much scenery around these parts, the occasional tree, plenty of rivers and tall grass; plains.
The Chuunin landed, rolling forwards and expelling some of the excess kinetic energy. Despite his lack of physical aptitude, his mind was resilient and useful. Another dragon homed in on him, as he looked up and spotted these two things. The other besides the dragon was his adversary, standing in front of a large river; a basin for weapons. It was tall man, roughly six foot three inches? He was fairly muscular, but nothing out of the ordinary. Long unkempt black hair but everything else was hard to make out. Clothes seemed fairly casual, but the person didn't seem to wear a shinobi vest. It wasn't like them to directly attack another village, unless they were in war either.
The dragon fiercely crept forward in a load roaring of rushing water, jaw open and ready to swallow the Uzumaki whole. The teenager stayed crouched, extending both palms and concentrating intently. His left eye was closed, right still open; aiming. In between the extended palms levitated a tiny ball of water, which soon collected water nearby and accumulated. Luckily for Daichi, a previous water dragon helped bring water near him. More than enough for his technique, a giant sphere of water. For a split moment, it seemed as if the dragon was too big and it was about to connect. Just before the two techniques collided, Daichi released a seal using his palm and added force to his technique. It boosted the sphere into a much larger ball, colliding with the dragon and propelling forward against it. It was enough to challenge the dragon, both roaring forward but the ball being purely for brunt force. Soon enough all the collective water exploded, spilling to the ground and making temporary rain.
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