Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20160325110650/@comment-27375402-20160328214222

The child sighs to himself whilst the others had dashed forth, Ryouta however took a moment to himself to look back at the village, the flourishing scenery and the bustling streets as the patrons had awoken to go about their daily lives, the Academy children rushing as if they were late to their class, the boy found himself smirking slightly, nodding before turning around to catch up to the rest of his squad. The Genin broke into a full speed sprint, catching up to the team whilst they seemed intent on pressing forth, just catching what Yasu had said in the distance, although somewhat faint, he then heard Ringo’s specialties and started processing the possibility of combinations they could enact.

Then the Jounin explained his dual affinity along with an instruction to stay behind, though this instruction had the Genin somewhat angered, though he wouldn’t directly address the Uchiha, he’d simply clench his jaw and lowered his head, continuing to attempt to remain calm, though it still had him somewhat infuriated. The child continued a while silently, neither expressing his dissatisfaction nor sharing his own area of expertise, though upon the arrival in front of the fortress, the child gazed up to the second level door which opened to them. Following shortly, the boy entered the rather decorative and luxurious hallway, it was only when they had entered that the boy decided to speak, drawing his katana as he did so.

“I have a lightning and wind chakra nature. I’d like to fight up close; it’s what I’m good at. So, Sensei, I believe it’s not honourable for a shinobi to stay behind another just to stay alive. Asking us to stay behind is like branding us as weak cowards Takuza-sama. And I didn’t train to be a coward, sir.” The boy said, as politely as he could, though with his katana drawn, the boy takes a deep breath and courses his chakra through the length of his katana’s black blade, sparks of golden lightning emanating from the blade, lighting the room, yet only slightly. Ryouta cared little for how suspicious the room would be, they had a mission to complete and he sought not to waste any more time.

The Genin presses on ahead, whether the Team began to follow or remain instilled with fear, the child cared not, the boy’s eyes observe the surrounding paintings and as he felt eyes press against his back, he brushes the idea off, continuing down long red carpet.

