Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960448-20160322210723/@comment-27960448-20160322230522

He was in the field of grass, the season was changing and the mist was probably at the lowest it would be all year. It was hard to gather in terms of appearance. He forgot what the sun had looked like but today, he was blessed with its presence. In the field of grass, the field of vision today was now at probably an all time high of 100 feet in front of one's face. With such expansive vision compared to other, more murky days, it was easy for him to take advantage of the opportunity he was given, and that's what he would do. He laid out all his tools on the ground before him, plastered against the blades of grass gently and orderly, as if something out of place would distinctly bother his subconscious. Most importantly, he had a scroll laid out flat in front of him, as he sat down with his knees pressed into the soil. The scroll was intricate in embroidery and fancy in terms of parchment. The page it had been rolled out onto was stretched out to great length. Traditional Paint Brush images of snakes coiling around the sides and borders of the paper, whilst oriental text took shape as a paragraph in the center of the page, dried splatters of blood consuming the majority of the empty portion. It took great concentration, but with focus, he had gritted his teeth against the surface of his thumb, and with his incisors, cut the shell of his skin deeply, blood rushing from the point of pressure, and gushing out onto the page in drops, before he focused his chakra and forced his entire palm down onto the paper to ensure the blood's spread over the thin paper. As the blood hit the paper so did his chakra, exploding in a fury of color, green and blue glowing sprouts of laser-like lights, flowing endlessly in the small radius before in a puff of smoke, a golden, slithering creature appeared on top of the parchment, hissing upon appearing, Mizumi jumping back after receiving the quick inkling of fear.