1 Running River, Burning Bushes [Training / Private / Kenny] Mon Sep 23, 2013 1:20 pm
Uchiha Oshiki
D-rank
"P-please don't kill me...." He begged, tears in his eyes. This guy was pathetic! He tried to get good people killed and now he was crying over what was the obvious punishment for what he'd done? Bastard.
"My father died for the village, you damned self-aggrandizing bastard. He died fighting in a far away land and never got to see his youngest son, my mother hadn't given birth to my little brother before my dad died. But then my mum died too. So did my brother and sister. They died to try and make the village a better place, they wanted nothing more than for people to be safe and happy. But, you wanted to destroy the village to get more power, so you know what? Say please again." he said, as the man seemed to whimper before giving Oshi what he wanted "P-please?" Oshi's hand moved out and wrapped around the man's face, squeezing his head so hard it would hurt, before whispering with a mix of fury and disgust in his face.
"No." Suddenly slamming his hand back, he slammed the back of the man's head against the walls, breaking the skull open and smearing the blood and brains all over the wall of the carriage, before doing it again and again until he was definitely dead. Definitely, since he was little more than a mess at that point. Dropping the man where he lay on the floor, Oshi picked up a match that the man had used to light his pipe earlier, striking it against the wall and catching both the match and the carriage on fire. This was over, he thought as he stepped outside as the carriage slowly began to burn.
---
"My sister... is dead... I don't know who you are really, but you are NOT Amare!" His eyes closed for a second, before reopening with their sharingan active, as he saw through the bastard's illusion, seeing the true form for the first time. He was a young man... that was somehow worse. Diving on him, Oshi acted without caring for his training. The man was gifted with genjutsu, and his eyes saw through his every illusion, and that was his only trick. Oshi had another trick however - Taijutsu. Slamming his fist into the man's face over and over and over again, he heard the breaking of bone as the nose shattered, hot steaming blood pouring down over his face.
"FIGHT BACK YOU BASTARD!!!" Oshi cried in fury, his hand moving to the man's throat, cutting off his oxygen supply as the man squirmed like a fish out of water. By the time that he was finally able to calm down, the man was on the edge of death, his face deformed and misshapen by the hail of fists that had impacted upon it. Gritting his teeth, Oshi pressed the man's forehead, locking him into a genjutsu that would paralyze him. Seizing his chance to take him without any more of a fight, he slung him over his shoulder and moved off to Windmill fields. He had to go oversee a windmill, he didn't have any more time to punish this guy.
---
The insects of the morning were out buzzing as normal, moving down the river banks as they continued their daily life. Their buzzing, though loud and obnoxious, was ignored by one particular figure who was standing in the middle of the river. Well, perhaps not the middle of the river, it was actually on a small island that had found itself forged into the river. The water had eroded the stuff around it for centuries, and so what had once been a minor peninsula into the river was now little more than an island, barely big enough for two people to stand on it. The one person who was currently occupying it seemed to be moving through several incantations, his body more like a martial artist than the boxer he had been trained as. Two fingers outstretched, he carved a circle in the air with his hand and fingers, before stabbing forwards with it, a burst of electricity shooting out of his fingers and into mid-air, extending a little while... before retreating back into his finger, leaving a burn mark and a feeling of discomfort and pain swarming through the area that had just gotten burned.
The man who was practicing was, as it turned out, doing it on his own land. He was a member of the Uchiha clan, this stretch of the river fell inside the land controlled by the Uchiha. He had always found it strange that a clan that was unable to do any water-style techniques owned water, but sometimes bureaucracy made sense and sometimes it didn't, all that matter was that it was helpful in this particular instance. It was supposedly soothing to be out here with the river churning around him, and it certainly was to some extent, but he was trying to master his raiton energy. He knew basically that he had it, he was born with Katon, Futon, raiton and something else. He didn't know what the mystery fourth chakra nature was, but judging by how his family was unable to master suiton he was all but sure that it was doton. He'd never heard of a single person developing their own chakra style before, that thing happened from mutation over several generations, it was why the senju were so powerful. But, there was another reason that he was out here today, beyond all the crap about him trying to practice his raiton.
He was having to keep himself calm. He had sworn himself and his friends a long, long time ago that he would never let himself become a stereotype for the Uchiha. People hated the Uchiha because they saw them as mindlessly violent people, people who had no sense of peace and tolerance, and just destroyed everything in their path. Well, that was why the majority of people hated the Uchiha. Senju were just jealous that they had beaten their asses senseless for centuries upon centuries of conflict. Was it so wrong that they were so popular with their employers that they were hired frequently? Regardless, the anger that was apparently inherent in the Uchiha clan had begun to break through the cracks of Oshi's walls. there was inner darkness and fury within him that made him a little bit concerned, when he had finally had time to calm down he realized how stupid his angry actions had been, such as attacking a fully fledged jounin when he himself was just a genin. But, in the heat of battle, he wasn't going to have time to calm down. He wasn't going to be able to count to ten before acting, he had to live in the moment and make things up on the spot, and it was during situations like that that he had become a threat to not only himself but everyone around him. He didn't want to admit it, but when he was angry he was becoming a liability.
He was going to become Hokage some day, he told himself, and he knew that it would eventually become true. He was one of the strongest in the village, he was naturally gifted enough to become a jounin within a year of active service to the village, and he was friends among much of the current hierarchy. He had even had a spar with the master himself. So, he had the potential and the possibility to become the hokage, now he just had to make sure that when he eventually did become the hokage that he was a good one. He couldn't let himself get weak, he couldn't let himself lose control, he had to become a master not only of his four elements and talents but also of himself. That was the one thing that Hao had never had. He killed people because he was angry, he slaughtered people because he was bored, he had no self control. That was his downside, and that was what kept the anti-Hao campaign going strong.
"My father died for the village, you damned self-aggrandizing bastard. He died fighting in a far away land and never got to see his youngest son, my mother hadn't given birth to my little brother before my dad died. But then my mum died too. So did my brother and sister. They died to try and make the village a better place, they wanted nothing more than for people to be safe and happy. But, you wanted to destroy the village to get more power, so you know what? Say please again." he said, as the man seemed to whimper before giving Oshi what he wanted "P-please?" Oshi's hand moved out and wrapped around the man's face, squeezing his head so hard it would hurt, before whispering with a mix of fury and disgust in his face.
"No." Suddenly slamming his hand back, he slammed the back of the man's head against the walls, breaking the skull open and smearing the blood and brains all over the wall of the carriage, before doing it again and again until he was definitely dead. Definitely, since he was little more than a mess at that point. Dropping the man where he lay on the floor, Oshi picked up a match that the man had used to light his pipe earlier, striking it against the wall and catching both the match and the carriage on fire. This was over, he thought as he stepped outside as the carriage slowly began to burn.
---
"My sister... is dead... I don't know who you are really, but you are NOT Amare!" His eyes closed for a second, before reopening with their sharingan active, as he saw through the bastard's illusion, seeing the true form for the first time. He was a young man... that was somehow worse. Diving on him, Oshi acted without caring for his training. The man was gifted with genjutsu, and his eyes saw through his every illusion, and that was his only trick. Oshi had another trick however - Taijutsu. Slamming his fist into the man's face over and over and over again, he heard the breaking of bone as the nose shattered, hot steaming blood pouring down over his face.
"FIGHT BACK YOU BASTARD!!!" Oshi cried in fury, his hand moving to the man's throat, cutting off his oxygen supply as the man squirmed like a fish out of water. By the time that he was finally able to calm down, the man was on the edge of death, his face deformed and misshapen by the hail of fists that had impacted upon it. Gritting his teeth, Oshi pressed the man's forehead, locking him into a genjutsu that would paralyze him. Seizing his chance to take him without any more of a fight, he slung him over his shoulder and moved off to Windmill fields. He had to go oversee a windmill, he didn't have any more time to punish this guy.
---
The insects of the morning were out buzzing as normal, moving down the river banks as they continued their daily life. Their buzzing, though loud and obnoxious, was ignored by one particular figure who was standing in the middle of the river. Well, perhaps not the middle of the river, it was actually on a small island that had found itself forged into the river. The water had eroded the stuff around it for centuries, and so what had once been a minor peninsula into the river was now little more than an island, barely big enough for two people to stand on it. The one person who was currently occupying it seemed to be moving through several incantations, his body more like a martial artist than the boxer he had been trained as. Two fingers outstretched, he carved a circle in the air with his hand and fingers, before stabbing forwards with it, a burst of electricity shooting out of his fingers and into mid-air, extending a little while... before retreating back into his finger, leaving a burn mark and a feeling of discomfort and pain swarming through the area that had just gotten burned.
The man who was practicing was, as it turned out, doing it on his own land. He was a member of the Uchiha clan, this stretch of the river fell inside the land controlled by the Uchiha. He had always found it strange that a clan that was unable to do any water-style techniques owned water, but sometimes bureaucracy made sense and sometimes it didn't, all that matter was that it was helpful in this particular instance. It was supposedly soothing to be out here with the river churning around him, and it certainly was to some extent, but he was trying to master his raiton energy. He knew basically that he had it, he was born with Katon, Futon, raiton and something else. He didn't know what the mystery fourth chakra nature was, but judging by how his family was unable to master suiton he was all but sure that it was doton. He'd never heard of a single person developing their own chakra style before, that thing happened from mutation over several generations, it was why the senju were so powerful. But, there was another reason that he was out here today, beyond all the crap about him trying to practice his raiton.
He was having to keep himself calm. He had sworn himself and his friends a long, long time ago that he would never let himself become a stereotype for the Uchiha. People hated the Uchiha because they saw them as mindlessly violent people, people who had no sense of peace and tolerance, and just destroyed everything in their path. Well, that was why the majority of people hated the Uchiha. Senju were just jealous that they had beaten their asses senseless for centuries upon centuries of conflict. Was it so wrong that they were so popular with their employers that they were hired frequently? Regardless, the anger that was apparently inherent in the Uchiha clan had begun to break through the cracks of Oshi's walls. there was inner darkness and fury within him that made him a little bit concerned, when he had finally had time to calm down he realized how stupid his angry actions had been, such as attacking a fully fledged jounin when he himself was just a genin. But, in the heat of battle, he wasn't going to have time to calm down. He wasn't going to be able to count to ten before acting, he had to live in the moment and make things up on the spot, and it was during situations like that that he had become a threat to not only himself but everyone around him. He didn't want to admit it, but when he was angry he was becoming a liability.
He was going to become Hokage some day, he told himself, and he knew that it would eventually become true. He was one of the strongest in the village, he was naturally gifted enough to become a jounin within a year of active service to the village, and he was friends among much of the current hierarchy. He had even had a spar with the master himself. So, he had the potential and the possibility to become the hokage, now he just had to make sure that when he eventually did become the hokage that he was a good one. He couldn't let himself get weak, he couldn't let himself lose control, he had to become a master not only of his four elements and talents but also of himself. That was the one thing that Hao had never had. He killed people because he was angry, he slaughtered people because he was bored, he had no self control. That was his downside, and that was what kept the anti-Hao campaign going strong.
- Word Count:
- Learning Raiton (D) || 750/750
Improving Raiton (C) || 606/1500