Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-34754862-20170818005423/@comment-32843032-20170819210218

As Arashi was thrown into the air and the remaining bandits were swept away by the angry rush of water below him his eyes widened, revealing those two crimson pupils to their fullest extent. Both wonder and excitement filled his gaze as he looked to the shinobi that was capable of such power. It was unreal. He'd never seen such ability since his father, but his own kin never did something to this scale, sure maybe he'd seen his father's attacks tremble forests and cause shockwaves with just a flick of his finger, but to cause a tidal wave while another clone was active? Unheard of. Sora watched as everyone he'd tried to murder had been washed away and by the time he'd landed with a low crouch he'd drop to a knee and look up to the being responsible.

Myoo Fuma...he'd heard the name before, but it was usually conversation his parents had with one another, talk of tragedy didnt appeal to him even if it passed into legend and the idiot bandits he'd been with spoke of it. "Fuma." he said to himself. "Yes...I had intended on doing so sooner but then...what better time than the present?" He stood and watched the man for a moment, taking him in and memorizing his very existence before he stepped back, his foot embedded itself within the mud and he stopped. He peered down and spied a cracked katana buried in the mud, he knelt down to pick it up as it was likely the only thing to survive the washing of the camp. With a sweep of the blade he'd point it toward the man. "Forgive me. Understand that trust is not easily earned from me." The youth, in one smooth motion swept his left hand over the flat of the blade, smearing his blood along it's smooth and broken edge, his bandaged right hand pulled it to the other side until he was at a low and wide crouch. When he moved, there were no footsteps, there was only the rush of a relentless gale and bloodlust. When he reappeared again he'd attempt to drive the tip of his blade into the throat of this new arrival. Why? Because one never learned from anyone with words, but when one fought another...that was how bonds were truly formed. With this one action, Sora could tell if the man was true to his word with being impressed, he could tell if the man wanted something, he could tell if the man would find any excuse to kill someone and if he were even worth telling his story to. No Sora was tired and couldnt move as fast as he'd like but when Myoo saw the boy he'd see eyes fueled by a life of pain and passion, long lost love and a silent hate that manifested itself into something other than him looking to prove himself. He was afraid, afraid that someone else would take something other than his life. His pride. Whether or not the blade embedded itself in the mans throat or not, he expected the blade to shatter and he'd follow through with it, even if he had to let go of it in order to get by the man.

As though that werent enough, Sora had to think of every possible way he could be killed, maybe the man would avoid it as he were experienced and probably faster, maybe he'd spit and another tidal wave would wash the boy away. Perhaps the man would block it and they'd trade blows for awhile...mabye he'd get lucky and keep his life for this offensive act.