Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20160312150517/@comment-27375402-20160313190443

The animalist state seem to slowly waver as Ryouta gazed down to witness the collar of is shirt down to the center of his chest region was in fact torn, suddenly noticing a light graze upon his chest, a light layer of his flesh had been cut by a weapon unnoticed by the child. Looking up at the dual imitations of Akira, swiftly in somewhat of a panicked state, he hurriedly weaves the sequence of hand seals he had formed prior

“I → Hitsuji → Mi → Uma → Tatsu” speaking aloud seemed to assist the child somewhat, allowing his hands to fluidly shift between each seal without the boy fumbling about in his panicked state of mind, reaching onto the floor whilst a static electric current danced across the floor to the clones on either side of him. A shadow cast down upon him however, rather than spend time to stare at the impending approach of whatever sought to harm him, he tucks and rolls forward before spinning to meet a clone, fists now bearing into the ground with enough force that would’ve rendered him incapacitated would he have been hit.

Provided the 2 clones  that approached from the sides had avoided the current, Ryouta would withdraw 3 shurikens and throw them in a horizontal line, each approaching a clone in a swift approach, hopping back over the stream on the opposing end, whilst in mid-jump, he drops his kunai and allowed it to hang by its accompanying wire wrapped around his right wrist, utilising one hand to retrieve one of the few kunai he had left along with a paper bomb, swiftly attaching it to his kunai and upon landing on the field opposite the clones, he tosses the kunai towards them.

Awaiting for the kunai to enter just enough of a range of the explosive power of the paper bomb to lightly singe the clones in an attempt to drive them back whilst taking what appeared to be a running position, his golden chakra flaring about him whilst remaining in his position.