Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27375402-20160330043819/@comment-27375402-20160331014138

‘I don’t have a name, though you can call me Byakkotai and as for help, I wouldn’t know how to.’ The boy seemingly nodded to himself as if he were listening to a conversation despite the fact Takuza has only just faced him without a word quite yet, the boy silently stared back before offering a smile out of courtesy. The child then nodded along with the explanation, though his own mind wondering in search of the solution he was after. The boy sighs softly in a somewhat state of confusion as to what it was he was missing; the child then listened and crinkled his nose at the word ‘Genjutsu’.

The child was not fond of Genjutsu and his first encounter with one was against a masked figure with white hair, though he thought too little of it to dwell on it or to share it, the boy then nods in accordance to the inquiry regarding what he was doing himself before staring down at his feet still somewhat disappointed in himself. Though he arrives at a possible solution though he wasn’t quite sure whether it was a viable one at that, yet he had no other possible option come to mind and thus he stares up at the Uchiha intently.

“Sensei, mind if I show you it and you can tell me what’s going wrong? I’m not quite sure why it won’t stay” the boy then nodded as if the Jounin had already confirmed despite giving Takuza no opportunity to answer, he begins weaving the necessary 6 hand seals fluently as though he had them committed to memory. Upon the final seal the golden shroud of chakra begins to take the form of a large Tiger cub, double the size of Ryouta before compacting itself to suit the child into a cloak of golden chakra. The boy then focuses his wind affinity into the shroud and slowly the white colouring appears again, decorating specific parts of the shroud that would make the cloak appear more like an actual Tiger made of chakra whilst also appearing slightly less solid and more fluid, though after a minute or 2, the shroud disperses into nothing.

“I don’t know how to make it last longer than a minute” the boy complains

