1 A Flashback in Panic [Ryuko/Invite Only] Tue May 15, 2018 4:28 pm
Karumo
D-rank
Time was such a fickle thing that to think of it in any growing expanse of time was surely to bring about the existentialism of his very existence. Though, perhaps that was just the way that he was, to overthink over every possible situation and to meet it with the same nonchalant and even careless demeanor that came with the confidence of his intellect. How many times did he have to have it drilled into him to take proper escorts with him and not a band of genin? How many old voices would scold and scoff at how he decided to carry himself in the most tense and serious of situations?
The sound rang out heavily as it burst into life loudly at the front of their formation where Karumo lead. The smoke and sand blew up all around him and covered him in an instant. Like he had stepped on a bomb of some sorts that he wasn't paying enough attention to notice. Always like he'd learned and tried to instill into others, it only took the slightest hesitation or slip up to lead to total disaster and in the beginning expanse of the desert as the countries began to shift away, he'd lowered his guard for the slightest moment.
All the words that would weigh heavily against his mind in the fleeting moments as it all shrunk away from his person and the dust stopped growing. It was quick and well-planned as might even the strongest of ninja would execute and though he couldn't feel the pain strike him as his own blood spilled out from his body and his leg, he could certainly feel the weight of the mistake that he had made all the same. His purple gaze would be strewn across quickly as the scene enveloped and he began to fall to the ground. But as his eyes searched his ears rang with the sound of the explosion around him all the while his mind was filled with the words of those close to him reiterating every lecture he chose to ignore. The disproportionate and twisting viewpoint at which he held still figured out the small details as he looked around to his genin to act and find their expression. They needed to do something and he needed to act along with them, to lead his squad into the thick of their oncoming battle.
His body would rotate and his right arm reaching to the ground to grab hold and bounce away, aiming to recover his fall but his gaze found his arm covered in blood and the clothing tattered. As his hand hit the ground it folded instantly under the weight of his body and he gained another moment to think, instantly as his gaze was carrying around, his eyes would quickly meet the eyes of others but his expression would remain calm as he tried to silently instill the fear to act.
The ringing of the explosion would just be fading, maybe a simple paper bomb hidden under the sand? His limbs had seemingly stayed attached so probably a degree weaker but he needed to plan instantly and quickly as he saw the shadows moving around in the distance near him.
His left hand would reach back to his pouch to grab a few shuriken while he could still move his arm about. The lack of information began to overwhelm his senses, not knowing what was there and how damaged he truly was began to weigh against his mind. A final gaze, he needed to get them to leave, their retreat would save their lives and he could probably make out enough of a stand to live up to the name of Tsuchikage. Though, on the off chance he didn't, maybe he should convince one of his students to exaggerate their circumstances a bit.
As his hand would pull out the shuriken, unbeknownest to Karumo, the metal square that held a few of his cigars would fall and stick into the sand behind him, leaving him there to plan and make a final stand for the sake of his own squad.
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The sound rang out heavily as it burst into life loudly at the front of their formation where Karumo lead. The smoke and sand blew up all around him and covered him in an instant. Like he had stepped on a bomb of some sorts that he wasn't paying enough attention to notice. Always like he'd learned and tried to instill into others, it only took the slightest hesitation or slip up to lead to total disaster and in the beginning expanse of the desert as the countries began to shift away, he'd lowered his guard for the slightest moment.
All the words that would weigh heavily against his mind in the fleeting moments as it all shrunk away from his person and the dust stopped growing. It was quick and well-planned as might even the strongest of ninja would execute and though he couldn't feel the pain strike him as his own blood spilled out from his body and his leg, he could certainly feel the weight of the mistake that he had made all the same. His purple gaze would be strewn across quickly as the scene enveloped and he began to fall to the ground. But as his eyes searched his ears rang with the sound of the explosion around him all the while his mind was filled with the words of those close to him reiterating every lecture he chose to ignore. The disproportionate and twisting viewpoint at which he held still figured out the small details as he looked around to his genin to act and find their expression. They needed to do something and he needed to act along with them, to lead his squad into the thick of their oncoming battle.
His body would rotate and his right arm reaching to the ground to grab hold and bounce away, aiming to recover his fall but his gaze found his arm covered in blood and the clothing tattered. As his hand hit the ground it folded instantly under the weight of his body and he gained another moment to think, instantly as his gaze was carrying around, his eyes would quickly meet the eyes of others but his expression would remain calm as he tried to silently instill the fear to act.
The ringing of the explosion would just be fading, maybe a simple paper bomb hidden under the sand? His limbs had seemingly stayed attached so probably a degree weaker but he needed to plan instantly and quickly as he saw the shadows moving around in the distance near him.
His left hand would reach back to his pouch to grab a few shuriken while he could still move his arm about. The lack of information began to overwhelm his senses, not knowing what was there and how damaged he truly was began to weigh against his mind. A final gaze, he needed to get them to leave, their retreat would save their lives and he could probably make out enough of a stand to live up to the name of Tsuchikage. Though, on the off chance he didn't, maybe he should convince one of his students to exaggerate their circumstances a bit.
As his hand would pull out the shuriken, unbeknownest to Karumo, the metal square that held a few of his cigars would fall and stick into the sand behind him, leaving him there to plan and make a final stand for the sake of his own squad.
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