Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24479578-20160316033330/@comment-24479578-20160316035800

Harlee:*Another day that was beautiful to behold. A slight breeze pushed her raven hair across her face that she brought her slender fingers up to push from her face once more and tried to tuck the stray strands behind her ear. The tell tale sign of being a Hyuga, the white of the Byakugan reflected the light that came through the trees while step after step she took to the training grounds. Her attire was indeed simple this day opposed to what it normally was. A simple pair of tan shorts and a green tee shirt, work out attire. Or in her case, training attire as today was not a day that she could just be sitting around doing nothing. She had a goal in mind and truly needed to be stronger before she could see her hound friend again. His warning was her pushing force to grow stronger for the obsicles that she would face when that day came. She was not like her brother. Her eyes looked to the ground as she thought. *Dante’s so brave… so wasn’t Ryo... why can’t I be brave like them?* Clouded by her thoughts, she simply slipped her hand into her pouch that she wore on her side. Contained in it was a full first aid kit, 8 senbon, 4 Kunai, 10 shuriken, 2 paper bombs,a smoke bomb and a pill box that contained the driving force behind her training so hard, a hell-hound hair. Being lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the gate to the training grounds and walked into it. Looking up startled, she felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment when she realized that she had indeed walked into the gate and hoped that no one saw her, especially her brother who already looked to her as if she was an embarrassment to the family. Quietly, she opened the gate and walked inside. Her eyes moved over the area and she sighed happy to know that she was the first to show up. At least she was able to be embarrassed on her own for now.*

Guest_Scythn: The suns rays beat down on the young shinobi as he meanders down his usual meditation spot. He walks in deep thought, silently acknowledging the life around him. The light flow of a river, birds chirping, and in the far distance two wild cats chasing each other. The fifteen year old boy breaths deeply, controlling his thoughts and paying close attention to his surroundings. “It’s time to train,” he thinks, for he has been meditating for hours already. Vusaki of the Yamanaka clan, stands tall for his age with a slender body style. He wears his typical black flak vest, pants and jacket He decides to make way to the closest training field, but decides to take a different path today, tossing pebbles in front of him as he walks. Each pebble pounds against the floor, creating sound waves that travel through the area and back to the young one’s ear drums, allowing him to perceive the area around him. As he approaches the training room gate he stuffs a few rocks into his pockets and places his leaf headband over his dull white eyes. It doesn’t take long for him to notice that he would not be alone during this training session, seeing as a another young shinobi has beat him to the area. Vusaki approaches the girl confidently, carefully wording, “A friendly spar?” In his monotone voice.

Nemoc Whisper: At the mention of a spar, Kayato's ears perked up slightly. He had wandered into the training grounds earlier that morning when he had left his house for his morning jog. He would be found laying on one of tree branches of the surrounding trees with half of his scrolls hanging around his foot on a simple string. At a first glance one might think that the over abundence of scrolls was a little unorthodox, but it was part of Kayato's heritage. He was one of the Uzumaki clan, one that was known for its sealing jutsu among their large chakra pools and expanded life spans. Kayato took the scrolls and began to place them back where they would go on his person: one was a belt that went around his waist that held six scrolls along his back and the other was the same but on a smaller version that went around his right leg. After fastening the two belts back to his body, Kayato stood up from the tree branch and grabbed the biggest scroll he had with him and threw it over his back on its sash before he jumped down from the branch and landed with a slight thud. "Seems like you guys are gonna have a spar, mind if I join in?" After landing in a crouched position, Kayato rose up and spoke the words in hopes that he would be allowed to join the spar. He made his way up towards them, away from the darkness of the trees, and his image became clear. Kayato was wearing his normal everyday gear: Black pants which were tucked into his tabi and a black sleevless shirt over his torso which had the Uzumaki clan symbol embedded on its back. Being part of the Uzumaki clan meant that odds were they had red hair, this was no exception to Kayato, though he had his own unique style to it. He had shaved his red hair into a mohawk which he had slicked back over his head. Once Kayato was fully clear of the shadows, the sun would gleam off the Konohagakure headband which he had wrapped around his upper right arm. "That is if you two don't mind."

Harlee:*The sound of feet shuffling the dirt carried to her ears while her sight was still cast upon the ground. However as the sound got closer, she looked up towards it with a slight gasp in surprise that someone would be coming her way. Her white hues looked over the boy that came over to her and though he asked in a very nice way to have a friendly spar, she couldn’t help but clasp her hands in front of her and tilt her head slightly to the ground in a shy manner. “I’m alright with that..” She said in her soft way. Hearing another voice, the girl looked over to the boy it came from and took a deep breath in. Not wanting to make the other boy uncomfortable, she gave a soft nod. “ I’m alright with it, if he is.” The 12 year old Genin said to the other boy that joined them. She began to wonder if she was going to be able to spar with the both of them. But then again, she did spar a Jounin only the other day and held her own for it. “What are the limitations we are using?” She looked from one boy to the other. She’d be happy with whatever they came up with.*

Guest_Scythn: Vusaki was interested to hear another entity approach soon after he asked for a friendly battle. It seemed as though it would be a three way showdown and this excited him. Vusaki jumps back about twenty feet from his opponents and stands with no type of fighting stance at all. A light breeze pushes his hair to the side as he states, “Hm.. Let’s just not kill each other.” Without waiting for a response Vusaki dashes to his side while rapidly clicking his mouth, using this as a unique form of echolocation. He finds his first target through these means and moves toward her weaving hand seals, meanwhile, carefully keeping tabs on his other opponent. Vusaki then activates his Great Breakthrough jutsu, placing his hands over his mouth, he releases a stream of air directed at his target’s chest. Depending greatly on his ears he plans to lock on to his target until his jutsu get disturbed or it makes a connection with his opponent. “Now let me see what kind of shinobi I’m dealing with here,” Vusaki thinks hoping to set the pase of the battle.

Nemoc Whisper: "Not kill each other, I'm ok with this." Kayato chuckled slightly before his eyes followed after the other shinobi that had jumped back away from him and the female. He noticed the male begin to form several handseals before releasing a wind-based jutsu. The sudden usage of a jutsu at the beginning of a fight wasn't unheard of, but the clicking of the teeth that came before it made Kayato ponder on what it was used for. Not wanting to get caught in the attack, Kayato quickly brought his hands together and formed the tiger seal. Kayato utilized the Body Flicker technique, allowing his chakra to vitalize his body and enhance his speed. His body became a slight blur before vanishing from sight and appearing twenty feet away to the side of the male shinobi who had used the wind jutsu. Once he appeared, his hands swiftly formed a multitude of hand seals: Rat → Tiger → Dog → Ox → Rabbit → Tiger. "Fire style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu." He spoke the words out before taking in a deep breath and releasing it and sending out a volley of small fireballs flying out towards the male Shinobi.

Harlee:*’Lets just not all kill each other…’ She said to herself as she watched the first of the boys quickly jump back and start performing hand seals. Then the other quickly moving out of sight and when reappearing, being much further back then she realized he would be. However, the first jutsu was aimed at her and she had a feeling that she was the youngest of the three. She already knew that she was the smallest just by sight of the other two. *Put that to your advantage..* She told herself. A smaller target meant that she was harder to hit and faster on her feet being lighter. Raising up onto the balls of her feet, she quickly dashed to the right out of the path of the wind blast and stayed to the right as she activated the Byakugan. The veins around her eyes swelled and strained and the bodies of her two opponents became nothing but channels of chakra for her to follow. While the Yamanaka boy was using his wind jutsu and the Uzumaki boy was using his flame jutsu, she continued dashing about in a zig zag pattern towards the Uzumaki boy while she began to store chakra in her hands. With her palms open, she came to a sliding hault just to the left side of the boy and would thrust her open palms toward the boy’s side while using the Gentle fist technique.*

Guest_Scythn Whisper: The heat of several flamed entities approach Vusaki quickly. “Phoenix Flame,” he thinks as he cancels his Great Breakthrough as the flames dance across the training arena grounds in an untrackable pattern. Vusaki dives behind a nearby tree unsure of how to judge the dodge, but as he dives his should is caught by a flame sending him back. Despite the contact, the shinobi lands on his feet noticing that the female had now made her move. Vusaki runs toward the other two shinobi, his head lowers fixed on the chakra emissions from his opponents’ bodies. Drawing two kunai from his waist, he again clicks his mouth rapidly in order to receive a greater knowledge of his opponents’ whereabouts. At the same time, he releases two carefully aimed kunai for the abdomen of both the Hyuuga and the Uzumaki. “Urgh,” Vusaki grunts, now feeling the tingling pain the Phoenix Flame had inflicted to his arm. Quickly dismissing it, he follows his kunai, while weaving hand seals, but delays the last seal until he can make out id his kunai had hit their targets.