Syekren ignored the girl's comments of him being a 'big baby' and merely grunted. Syekren sat up, reaching for the bottle, stopping as he heard Chou speaking up again, mentioning something he'd said and saying what he'd guessed wasn't the case. His head turned to allow his different coloured blue hues focus on her, as she pulled the cloak about her tiny form a bit tighter. She began to speak of the lady at the orphanage, and what
really used to happen to her in that awful place. She was abused and beaten by not only the other children, the older kids.. but also sometimes by the staff of the establishment. Instead of being caring and understanding to her plight, the woman who ran the orphanage would instead berate her, and forbid her from seeking the medical attention she required. Sometimes it seemed the older woman would even beat Chou herself for deigning to want any sort of human compassion from those in the orphanage. Then there was the matter of being beaten and locked in a basement, deprived of food or drink for a while. The Uchiha's face burned with anger, his fists clenching from his seated position.
He didn't know when, but somehow his eyes had shifted from their normal blue to the crimson of his clan's kekkei genkai dojutsu. His eyes were aflame with rage, the three tomoe spinning wildly as he tried to stand, not truly being able to. He didn't know what he was doing, or was he was going to try, but he needed to do
something. His sharingan stopped spinning, splitting apart momentarily as though changing, before going back to their normal state of crimson with a trio of black, comma shaped tomoe. His fists pushed into the sand, an aura of heat radiating from his form. His hands went from sparking to being engulfed in flames, his feet following to be much the same. The sand beneath his hands and feet became glass from the intense heat his appendages were giving off, the Uchiha pushing himself into a standing position. His form tried to stand straight but wobbled a bit, the inebriation clearing getting to him. He looked down to notice Izumi herself was crying silent tears, though he couldn't tell for how long she'd been doing such a thing. Chou was resigned to keeping her chin on her knees and the rage inside just kept boiling inside Syekren, threatening to spill over at any moment.
She will burn, they will die.He was letting his rage get the better of him, he made to begin walking, towards the sands that lead to the border on the land of wind. At that moment he felt if anything else, he would walk all the way back to Konohagakure no Sato, if only to watched that damned place burn to the ground. Each of his steps turned the terrain below him from sand to pristine glass with his footprint in it. His mind was numb save for the rage he felt inside. He made it only a few more steps past Chou before he started realizing that no matter how angry he felt, how much he wanted to bring justice to those at the orphanage: he couldn't go anywhere. Not in the state he was in, drunken and defeated. The dark was closing around him as he stopped, the only light that illuminated his body as he made it past the area the campfire lit up coming from his fists and feet. He stood there silently for a while, his anger slowly subsiding. His mind raced as he thought of everything that must have happened to his poor daughter. He couldn't handle it. The flames went out, his hand coming up to open, with the palm towards the sky. His free hand made a half tiger handseal as he did so, a flame orb the size of a baseball forming within the palm of his hand. It wasn't a moment before it became as large as a basket ball, his rage at the very highest point it could be.
'Why can't I do anything to help?!'The man let out a defeated roar and reared his arm back, glaring out into the darkness. His face was lit up in the flames that he held in his hand, pain and anguish in his eyes, a few tears falling. His arm came forward, launching the flaming orb from his hand at a large sand dune some eighty meters away, barely discernible in the moonlight. It was only two seconds, if even that, before there as explosion that distance away. The sand dune was no more, obliterated in the dome-like explosion that ended in a mushroom cloud of black smoke. The sand was decimated to become a crater of glass and glass shards, sharper than a twice cured razor's edge. Shards of glass fell at the explosion point, the Uchiha's anger slowly subsiding from the satisfaction of having released some of his 'steam.' The Uchiha stood there with his arms at his side, quietly for only a few minutes before he turned back and sauntered to the campfire, plopping down in his original spot once more. He ignored any looks he might have gotten at this point, staring into the flames to collect himself and think of what to say next after that emotional spectacle.
He turned to Chou, reaching out to grab her in his arms, pulling her back towards him. He placed a soft kiss upon her forehead, hugging her tightly for a few minutes.
"Ah made a promise, Chou. Ah'll stick by it. Ye won' be alone. And ye won' be hurt by them anymore. Ah'm here now." After trying to reassure her, the Uchiha remembered himself, coughing again and spitting up blood. Less blood than before, but still a bit for his injuries. With a reach over to his shirt, he quietly wiped his mouth on the fabric, to clean the blood away. Syekren then grabbed his bottle and took a swig, swishing it around in his mouth before swallowing it, to clean the blood away. It took him a moment to plant it back in the sand, his eyes turning back to Izumi. His hand came up to her cheek, cradling it and caressing it while he made to wipe her tears away. He planted a kiss to her forehead as well, leaning his own forehead against hers. His free arm came back around Chou, holding her tightly to his form. They would be like this for a few minutes.
That is, until he tried to lessen the tense situation with a joke.
"Izumi, lass. If ye train hard enough, ye kin do that too!" He chuckled at his own joke, pulling his hand down to slap his knee as though it were the funniest thing he'd heard in a while. When he was finished laughing he smiled to his daughter and then to Izumi, his hand finding its way to the young Karisuma's his eyes meeting her own. He'd forgotten how it felt to be with others, to have people around he cared about. It couldn't just be the drink in him, he felt a connection to these two young ladies. They were something precious to him now, something that he cared too much about to allow anyone else to hurt them. While he'd lost the plot of what he needed at this point, the Uchiha was focused too much on being there with them. His senbon wound bled a bit more, due to the anger he'd displayed and he must have over-stressed the wound, causing more blood to seep out of it. Syekren quietly stared into the Karisuma's eyes, miles away in his own thoughts.
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Three Tomoe activated
Name: Flaming Fists
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: C
Type: Offensive/Supplementary
Element: Katon
Range: Close Combat
Specialty: Taijutsu
Duration: 2 posts
Cooldown: 3 posts
Description: The user focuses their Katon chakra nature to their fists, giving them a +1 tier speed increase and burn effects to their punches and grapples. Second degree burns are found on places of direct contact. Grazes and slight misses give first degree burns to the target because of its heat. The user's hands will look to be on fire for the duration of the jutsu.
Name:Herakuresu kaen bakudan(Hercules Flame Bomb)
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: S
Type:Offensive
Element: Katon
Range: 90m|35m Radius
Specialty: Ninjutsu
Duration: Instant|Smoke/Arid Air Lasts Two Posts
Cooldown: Six Posts
Description:The user channels katon chakra into the palm of their hand, forming the tiger handseal with the other. After a few seconds, it forms into a ball the size of a baseball, then grows to the size of a bowling ball. The user can then throw this ball at the intended target, exploding it upon impact. The bomb will explode upon contact with the target, incinerating trees, animals, items, and those within the thirty-five meter blast radius to ash, or at least a charcoal corpse; Utilizing flames near hot as the sun itself(exaggeration, that's not plausible obviously but it's pretty damn hot. As an added note, instead of just a circle radius, the actual radius is a dome-like explosion that extends to the radius, leaving a mushroom cloud effect after the explosion.) Those just outside of the thirty-five meter blast radius(within two meters) will suffer major second degree burns and a concussive force will cause knockback of fifteen meters as well as bone fractures. This bomb, when thrown, will reach ninety meters at fifty-five meters per second. After the initial explosion has subsided, a thick cloud of black smoke will remain on the field and the air around the contact point will be arid. The smoke will cause complications to those breathing it in, but is otherwise harmless.