Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27375402-20160330043819/@comment-27375402-20160330045848

‘Horse → Boar → Ram → Rat → Ox → Tiger’ the sequence of hand seals repeated over and over, sweat beating down heavily that it trailed along the side of the index finger and yet upon the final sign, the hands were coated in a cloak of golden chakra, claws protruding from the fingertips. There stood a young child amidst the field of grass, alone capitalising on the early morning for a moment of solitude, though instead of utilising the assigned training grounds, the child had found it more comforting amongst the forest. As the boy seemed enshrouded in a chakra form of Tiger, he found himself freely running rampant between the forest trees; grass and dirt flickered into the air with each step.

Throughout the dash, the colouring of the cloak would differentiate in specific areas, the cloak itself seeming to come more so to life as white chakra seeped through specific areas, with the change of colour, so changed the speed the boy had run at, the air about him seemingly lighter and less resistant as the boy moved with ease. Throughout the air little puffs of gust would appear and then the shroud would disperse complete, whilst the boy tumbled about along the forest floor groaning.

The boy arises to his feet, dusting himself off whilst gripping his stomach, still somewhat in pain, the signs of bruising evidently signifying that this wasn’t the boy’s first failure, though this was disheartening enough for the boy to remain seated beside a tree, back resting against its surface whilst panting. Staring up to the leaves above, the blonde child still wondered what he was doing wrong, yet there was no answer to be found yet.

