Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30271674-20161121182448/@comment-30271674-20161128050919

Slowly, Ieyasu began to churn to a sluggish halt. Dropping to his knees as he looked to the open sky he could now see; shining much light needed in this hopeless and twisted woodland.

Where could he go after something like this, what was he thinking in that mind of his? He knew he couldn't keep on like this, he had slowly been coming to the realization over the past few years that his anger wasn'y simply something that could be calmed. At the least, he didn't know if even killing every person who wronged him in the past could make this inferno cease. Switching back and forth between the false hero and the wrathul demon he had only just acknowledged himself as... he was surprised no one had already called him insane for his antics.

He sat there, putting his hand to his chest and feeling it slowly become coated in blood while he swallowed the accumulating blood in his mouth. Ieyasu wasn't sure what to make of it all, this was the only time he could think on himself. His giant hands uncomfortably fumbled with small trees as he gathered about his breath, his size faltering as his body was trying to focus on recuperation yet his mind told him to desparately continue on his rampage. He slowly clambered up, not realizing his movement had slowly began to come more fluid and natural even in this huge form. He still had to perfect it and work on his stamina so he could use it beyond small intervals knowing someone like Gyugii could obviously last much longer.

Trying to keep all of this in mind, Ieyasu began to try and constrict the flow of chakra to smaller amount. He was trying to figure out if he could put in less chakra yet maintain the same shape and size to be more efficient. With each breath he took, little part up to his entire began to make miniscule changes in size; the troubled boy was just trying to get his mind off of the things that plagued him in life.