Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-34754862-20170818005423/@comment-32843032-20170818012941

What time was it? About three? Four? Perfect. Blue skies, tall trees and he was surrounded by people who'd utilized his loyalty to it's fullest extent. When He was younger they took him from his family when they could have killed him. They did kill his mother and father though and for the next eleven years he worked for them, with them to rob, pillage and murder anything that seemed to hold some value. However, today was the day that ended as he'd been out of sight for the entire day and that meant they likely assumed he was out with others, but he wasnt. He was here and Sora lingered in the trees like a predator stalking his prey and though he was unarmed and the youngest, he'd inherited traits and learned skills over the course of his life that made him a fiersome combatant. He stood at about 5'6, had muscles toned from years of manual labor and deep seated scars on his fair flesh. His black hair played in the wind as he crouched above the camp, a single kunai was embedded in the tree trunk as he watched them through crimson pupils, his sleeveless shirt had a mask that he pulled over the lower half of his face and as he took a deep breath he stood.

Like his father before him, he counted out his opponents before he peered upward and mumbled fondly to the heavens, "Mother...father...here I go." There were twenty men in the camp now, tents, fires and all of them carried different weapons and had different styles of fighting. He learned from them all at one point and while he knew no ninjutsu, his taijutsu was all but perfected...he had a ways to go still however. Sora spied an enemy directly below him and spoke out loud. "One." He'd fall with his kunai all of fifteen feet and slam the blade into the top of the enemy's skull. There was a hush as he sat atop the crumpled heap of a man, shock and awe. Sora moved again, charging three men sitting around a pit fire. "Two..." He'd say as he slashed the throat of one, "Three.." he'd drive a kick into the neck of another, avoid a blow from the third who'd at this point gotten wind of what was going on and drive the same kunai back into the chest of the attacker before rotating it and slamming it into the man he'd kick. "Four." Sora moved now, low and fast through the encampment, his next target was leaving his tent only to have his legs cut open at the thigh. "Five. Six. Seven." His crimson eyes were wild with excitment as he used his right hand to deliver crippling blows and deciesive slashes. The next enemy was stabbed in the groin, a dirty move, but he was a kid so...yeah. The next had recieved a double upper cut to the chest, then a rising knee before The boy was knock aside by two more oncoming attackers. He rolled back toward his previous enemy and yanked his kunai from the groin of the man as he'd still been standing. Blood poured from the wound as Sora then threw the kunai into the skull of one of the men that attacked him. "Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven!" He was growing louder, which meant he was getting more and more into the fight. The other attacker slashed at him with a katana, one of mediocre make, in fact, as he brought the blade down, Sora caught it and with a twist of his entire body, wrists and every bit of chakra he could muster he shatters the blade. Something he'd learned on his own as everyone there valued their weapons greatly. Then the boy turned on a heel and used the piece he'd broken to slam into the man while avoiding another attack. Sora leapt over another man and gave an attacker two rapid punches into the stomach before jumping over a trip from behind and driving his feet backward. When he landed on his stomach he'd reach forward, yank on the man in front of him to the point that his pants dropped, drive a fist into his groin and kick him away, using him to roll away and slam an elbow into the male behind him from the trip.

The rest of the camp knew what was happening now and had already begun to plan their counter attack, Sora kicked his last victim away and gripped his wrist as it ached due to his sword breaking technique. "Come one you trash, I'll kill you all!" There were nineteen left and they were beginning to surround him now. But he didnt relent, he took up a stance and grit his teeth, his bandaged fingers began to bleed he was clenching his fists so tight. Maybe he didnt mean to be so angry...but the tears streaming from his eyes over the loss of his parents...it was quite refreshing.