Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27375402-20160331231829/@comment-27375402-20160401034053

The child’s eyes fell upon the pink cheeks of the female, knowing that what he had said had possibly embarrassed her, regardless of his efforts to say it as politely as he could, the child turns his head to the side, observing the scarce wildlife linger about the training grounds. He then turns back to face her as she clasped his hands with her own, though his demeanour remained cold, he thought it rude of him to retract his arm so soon and let it be. The boy then nods to her offering him a gift, he felt a mixture of guilt and gratitude, before retrieving a single pill from the pouch and swallowing it whole.

The child did so as best to avoid the rather crude taste of the pill but indulge in the restorative capabilities as he felt replenished, the exhaustion slowly faded whilst the boy felt more so invigorated and henceforth motivated to continue training. Yet the female Genin had more to say and the child too courteous not to listen, his attention however turning back to the wildlife whilst she spoke, still somewhat of a small attention span the child seemed to consist of before turning back to her as her sentence ended and an embrace captured the boy.

Ryouta remained still, staring forth with a mere blank expression and an absent reciprocation, the child wasn’t going to return the gesture nor did the gesture assist him in any way, he seemed convinced and resolved that the only solution was to train endlessly until he became powerful enough to deter the enemy from attacking them. Though the sound of assistance did seem somewhat appealing as it would be incredibly beneficial if the child received an outside solution to the ongoing problem, sustaining the elemental shroud, the child shrugging as the female released him before replying.

“You’re right. You don’t know what it’s like to lose someone. I used to be focused on stopping my peers from killing the enemy because I found all life precious. I was weak and childish and I won’t let that get in my way again. We’re shinobi, we don’t get to be kids out there and if we act like kids someone might die.” The boy’s voice was quite monotonous and his tone was authoritative, the words were intended to be sharp and rather brutal, though he did attempt to soften the blow by wording it in a more so informative manner before the child bows.

“I’d like some help actually, I can’t keep the shroud on longer than a minute or 2 and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I’ve shown the shroud to Takuza-sensei and he just told me that I’m just not used to how fast it drains my chakra”. The boy requested assistance, though too proud to ask more directly, he then nods to her before taking a few steps back, weaving the sequence of hand seals to form the Tiger shroud around him, a golden cloak formed and the child stared towards her before taking a deep breath.

Slowly his wind chakra nature began to pour out in the form of white chakra, colouring sections of the golden shroud as the enveloping chakra shared more of an appearance with an actual Tiger, the strands of chakra along the shroud’s edges seemed to flow through the wind in a similar manner to the strands of grass. The boy then took multiple deep breaths whilst focusing ahead of him, attempting to reduce the amount of chakra the new cloak drained from the boy, though it was quite powerful and as to reserve some chakra, the boy removes the shroud before it could drain him completely.

“Any tips?”

