1 How does one move mountains of sand? (Invite only) Sat Jul 29, 2017 2:12 am
Ryu Myugan
D-rank
Ryu would shift in his sitting position as he looked out over the sun burnt desert hills. It was a nice clear day out in the dunes without a lot going on as far as he could tell. He hadn't been followed of that he was positive. He had been careful enough to erase his exit from town and avoid any major traffic areas. Making more turns then required to spot a tail and doubling back here and there. In the end it had all been in paranoia. No one was left willing to tangle with him in his part of the slums. Even the four kings were giving him some space. That was likely due to his meeting one of them though. She had shown an interest with him that made him moderately uncomfortable. She was an aggressive and potent woman and he wasn't eager to have her eyes on him. The way she crushed those genin in front of him, how she had spared him when she stood between her and them, she was a scheming woman and he was just a toy to her. He wasn't a fan of the feeling. However if he was going to get passed it he would need to grow stronger. Considerably so. Hence his day out in the dunes.
He had been working on something fairly specific. However that would be revealed a little later. First was what was interesting to be seen. Ryu was sitting on a large roll out carpet with a cooler to his left half buried in the sand and a large white beach umbrella he had liberated providing shade from the blazing sun above. In the red, square cooler was some slowly melting ice and twelve beers in green glass bottles. Personally he preferred the taste of beer in glass over a can. It wouldn't get him drunk but he was one who actually enjoyed the taste. As for himself, Ryu was in a pair of jeans with high top boots tied tight to his ankles. Brown in color. Blue jeans ripped around the ankle a little were his choice in outer wear for the moment. Oddly enough though he wasn't wearing his usual black jean jacket but instead was wearing a simple white tank top. His hair tied up into a sash with a single bit hanging out to the side. Dangling around his shoulder. His eye patch was set to the side for comfort since he was alone revealing both his blue and purple eyes. The blue eye being the one everyone knew he had but the purple eye was usually hidden.
For the moment the beer was forgotten as he concentrated on what he was doing. He could not surrender his goals. He would find the strength to see his might through and he would never be broken. He would find a way to move mountains and in doing so the four kings wouldn't be able to stand in his way anymore. That meant training up his elements. He had chosen a location a good mile away from the village to keep prying senses away. However if anyone was wandering close. they would certainly feel this. Not to mention see it. Ryu would focus both his elements as the entire dune began to shake before him and around him. He was seated cross legged and holding both hands palm out in front of him. The sand around him began to swirl as sparks of electricity shot out left and right. The dune itself seemed to surge out like a large wave shifting as Ryu concentrated on the raiton. His eyes focused on the place he wanted to go. Raiton shooting from his palms as it formed a few feet of glass road for the dune to slide along before it shifted most of the sand off revealing a large boulder. However sweat would form on his brow and he would let go of his held breath. The giant boulder he was seated on would come crashing down hard on the glass and the sparks would stop. Both hands slamming down to the carpet beneath him as he panted. The boulder had to be two tons but he only made it move maybe five feet. His fist would crash down against it like thunder cracking and only manage to leave a small dent before he cursed slightly under his breath.
"God **** damn it."
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He had been working on something fairly specific. However that would be revealed a little later. First was what was interesting to be seen. Ryu was sitting on a large roll out carpet with a cooler to his left half buried in the sand and a large white beach umbrella he had liberated providing shade from the blazing sun above. In the red, square cooler was some slowly melting ice and twelve beers in green glass bottles. Personally he preferred the taste of beer in glass over a can. It wouldn't get him drunk but he was one who actually enjoyed the taste. As for himself, Ryu was in a pair of jeans with high top boots tied tight to his ankles. Brown in color. Blue jeans ripped around the ankle a little were his choice in outer wear for the moment. Oddly enough though he wasn't wearing his usual black jean jacket but instead was wearing a simple white tank top. His hair tied up into a sash with a single bit hanging out to the side. Dangling around his shoulder. His eye patch was set to the side for comfort since he was alone revealing both his blue and purple eyes. The blue eye being the one everyone knew he had but the purple eye was usually hidden.
For the moment the beer was forgotten as he concentrated on what he was doing. He could not surrender his goals. He would find the strength to see his might through and he would never be broken. He would find a way to move mountains and in doing so the four kings wouldn't be able to stand in his way anymore. That meant training up his elements. He had chosen a location a good mile away from the village to keep prying senses away. However if anyone was wandering close. they would certainly feel this. Not to mention see it. Ryu would focus both his elements as the entire dune began to shake before him and around him. He was seated cross legged and holding both hands palm out in front of him. The sand around him began to swirl as sparks of electricity shot out left and right. The dune itself seemed to surge out like a large wave shifting as Ryu concentrated on the raiton. His eyes focused on the place he wanted to go. Raiton shooting from his palms as it formed a few feet of glass road for the dune to slide along before it shifted most of the sand off revealing a large boulder. However sweat would form on his brow and he would let go of his held breath. The giant boulder he was seated on would come crashing down hard on the glass and the sparks would stop. Both hands slamming down to the carpet beneath him as he panted. The boulder had to be two tons but he only made it move maybe five feet. His fist would crash down against it like thunder cracking and only manage to leave a small dent before he cursed slightly under his breath.
"God **** damn it."
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