Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25866598-20161102052454

Oda could be seen wandering the streets of konoha his head bouncing to a rhythmic tune within his own head. His blade at his hip as he continued about his way donning his typical attire of a  black hooded vest over a black shirt tied with a brown belt, black and grey pants with black combat boots to match. The sounds of his shoes colliding with the dirt were apparent even amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowds that filled the streets. A few minutes would’ve gone by before he found himself stepping into the forest that surrounded the third training ground. As this happened one could find Oda standing with that of a smug grin upon his face. However not long after entering the forest he’d stepped out the other end and revealed to be standing amongst those same three withered striking post. Amongst that stood the shinobi memorial to all those who’d fallen before his time. In time Oda made his way out into the open clearing just behind the striking post. His hand resting on the hilt of his sword before working his way up to that of the pommel and flipping it open. In doing this a ink well was revealed. It in reality ran the length of the swords hilt in an effort to provide a number of ink clones and that was exactly what transpired as a few moments passed by. The ink that resided within the hilt of his sword hand sprouted life from seemingly the most lifeless of things. All of this happened thanks to the smallest amount of chakra that was needed to create these clones. Although Oda had only brought forth a total of four clones with just the tiniest portion of his chakra. Each holding an exact replica of his own physique. However each of them revealed to their swords drawn the opening to the ink well on their swords were indeed closed as they weren’t planning to grow in numbers. This entire exercise wasn’t a means to accelerate his training but, it was a means for him to test his skill in swordplay against multiple opponents. A few moments had gone by before the four that stood before him had begun to spread out amongst each other. One stood in each cardinal direction as a means of surrounding his position. This was just the start of the show to come as a breeze crept across the open field. When it came to a stop it was like a bell had sounded off in each of their heads. =In passing that same gust of wind that caressed over the land had come to a stop. Oda’s own breath coming to fruition with a soft exhale. The clone that stood at his back drew his sword with little hesitation and began about its way. Its physique low to the ground for a moment revealing to have its hands upon the hilt. The moment he got within striking distance Oda had shifted his own weight to the opposing side. As the clone of oda brought himself over to swing his own weapon with the intent to kill bring it from an overhead position. Surely with enough force to send his blade through any unsuspecting opponents torso with relative ease aimed to cleave a target in two. In the wake of his clone bringing his blade within striking distance he could find oda spinning his own physique his hand still on the hilt of his blade before drawing his own sword. The moment he’d done so his clone could find his own blade meeting resistance from Oda’s weapon. A parry of the finest fashion to say the least. Oda’s blade coming free from its home in order to swipe his clones to the side and in doing so leaving him open for a retaliatory strike to follow. Although the only thing  that followed from Oda was a rather aggressive front kick to put some distance between the two. Not long after this Oda found himself sheathing his blade, only doing this in taking a moment to assess the situation at hand. Oda was still surrounded by those same for copies one a little more battered than the rest due to taking a seemingly hefty blow. He however was far from battered and was rather interested to see how far he could progress in a manner of speaking he was here to push his limits and this was just the way. Oda could be sliding his feet just about shoulder length apart before beginning about his way. In the wake of this however one of the clones had done just the same. The one that stood to the north had begun his confrontation with another one of his clones. His clone would’ve brought his blade up in a position above his head almost as if he were going to flick it forward like that of a rapier. Holding the blunt edge of the blade within the palm of his hand. In passing the clone would’ve let the blade spring forth. Its blade leaving the home that was his clones hand and  before long it was following a direct path. As it continued about its way with that it was almost as if thunder had clapped overhead. However just like the first clone that found himself attempting an overhead strike had been parried. This one indeed followed suit. In the wake of the clones blade coming within striking distance Oda had unsheathed his blade. His grip firm around the hilt of his blade with his right hand as his left hand had done the same to the sheathe. In doing this the blades clashed causing a slight spark in their motions. The moment their blades met it would’ve been a signal for the end. Their blades met but Oda did not falter. In fact Oda’s blade was drawn with such force that his motion to parry had gone through. Starting from just before the tsuba of his clones katana and bring it across the air in a slight horizontal motion. It was like he was carving a crescent moon into the air as he continued about his way. His blade had gone clean through the clones neck with relative ease reducing it to a saturated white pile within the grass. This would’ve caused Oda to have a rather soft smile on his face as all of his studying was finally bearing fruit <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The remaining three clones would’ve begun about their way all the same resulting in a momentary pause between them before rushing Oda. He’d never resheathed his sword however; he merely turned to meet the trio as the rushed towards him. In the wake of hi bringing his blade up to defend himself there would’ve simply erupted a cloud of smoke. The moment this happened the trio could find themselves staring at that of a fairly withered log. This was merely a product of the jutsu known cloud style deception beheading. In passing the clones would’ve been left in a sense of shock and awe as Oda’s image had disappeared from view. And just like that he’d rained down from the heavens his blade sheathed in those moments as he sent himself into a downward spiral with the sun at his back.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">For the clones that rested beneath Oda it would’ve been just like that of a cartoon; a cut to black and the simple sound of a swords sheen. Sliding clean through the thick ink that the clones were formed of fell to nothing but a pile of sludge. Oda revealed to be standing in that puddle all the same. His the sound of his blade sliding back within its sheath once more could be heard although the ink that coated the length of such a weapon was removed just as he slid it within. In passing Oda would’ve made his way to the tree line of the training grounds and taken a perch within one of the more comfy looking tree’s. He didn’t exactly like sleeping in his apartment alone even if he was alone within the forest he still had the animals to keep him company. <ac_metadata title="Black and White"> </ac_metadata>