Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20160325110650/@comment-27375402-20160402012825

Ryouta turned about on his feet upon the sound of the Jounin yelling ahead towards him, though upon turning the entire scenery had shifted into a completely unfamiliar environment, taking a hesitant step back towards the rest of the team, though once he had taken a step, the soles of his sneakers press against the grass whilst the world about him vanishes completely. For a moment, the child looked about, understanding that he was now under a Genjutsu though, unfortunately he knew the specific variation of Genjutsu is inescapable as he’s encountered something similar before, turning away he stared down towards the strange figure in the distance.

Staring around him to observe the grassy area, unfortunately the only people within this field of endless green scenery was himself and the figure in the distance, hanging his head somewhat defeated, he approaches the figure in the distance, placing his shuriken back in its allocated pouch and sheathing his black bladed katana before stopping before the figure. The child then slides his hands into the pockets of his shorts, resigning to the idea that he’s now trapped until the figure before him decides otherwise, his golden gaze falling upon the figure in an attempt to find some sort of a distinguishable feature.

“You want something?” the child inquired.

