Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30271674-20161128225244/@comment-30271674-20161129032053

Hate. Ieyasu hated this world he lived in. Keldran left him behind. Everyone from their graduation year was already dead. So many people gone and dead. All he could do was sit around and act like it mattered if he were hero or not when he was doing nothing to act like such besides take out a few low-life scum. Vanity and glory still rode on his mind from his father's teachings, he had been taught to be like such to become the best but he hated his father too and everything he stood for.

Ryogin. Hirotada. Gyugii. Gouda. The Rise. The Masked Shinobi. Akatsuki. They were all in his way, they were all the reasons for his pain and suffering and the same went for many others. Ieyasu wondered on these things a mile a minute while this rapid-fire encounter continued. Anger got the best of him as he grabbed the beast's arm with both of his hands. This was a feint however, and Ieyasu's impatience played into this mysterious beast's ploy.

The other hand came across and slapped Ieyasu across the face, providing more wounds to his face. The Akimichi wondered as this happen if his anger was getting so great it was literally blinding him as blood cascaded down his right eye and made it impossible to see out of.

This hate for these people, all these things in my way... fuel... fuel for... Ieyasu thought to himself as his thoughts became distorted and warped by the frenzied anger that tore everything apart from within.

'Fuel for my desire to win!' Ieyasu thought to himself as time began to move normally and he began to surge pass this primal fury and translate that into something much greater... exhilirating even.