Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20160325110650/@comment-27375402-20160404024014

Ryouta for once, was afraid, amidst the entirety of his multitude of irrational decisions he had never been afraid or hesitant but the maniacal laughter threw him off guard, though he knew one thing, hesitation costs lives, gripping the hilt of Gisei, he draws the blade, his eyes illuminating in its primal manner as it did when his survival instinct would trigger. ‘Jump’ a voice spoke within his mind, leaping into the air, the child then descends upon a grassy dome enclosed around the area he once stood, before him there appeared the masked figure, index finger extended and approaching the child’s forehead.

Ryouta tilted his head to the side, gritting his teeth whilst his heart raced, the index finger moved through the air beside the child’s head and as the soles of his shoes pressed against the top of the dome, he retreated backwards a few yards, his other hand scouring threw his pouch for the shurikens he put back prior. The boy then retrieves the shuriken, 3 tucked within the gaps of his fingers before tossing them in a horizontal manner, the middle shuriken intended to impact the masked figure whilst the other 2 moved to the figure’s sides. ‘Thanks Byakko’ the boy thought to himself whilst pulsating chakra throughout the blade of his katana, golden sparks of lightning flickering from the blade.

“I won’t hesitate this time” the child voiced softly to himself as if to renew his resolve which if anything, he needed the most, taking steady, deep breaths and gripping Gisei’s hilt as tightly as he could.

