Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27375402-20160330043819/@comment-27375402-20160331054729

“I see” the child offered but a mere 2 worded response before scratching at the back of his head, still somewhat stumped as the answer that was provided was helpful though not direct enough for a clear solution, though he figured the Jounin thought the boy was more than capable of solving this himself, however Ryouta believed otherwise. The child turns away from the now distracted black eyed shinobi before staring throughout the forest, his eyes analysing the depths of the vast green scenery, scratching at his chin whilst pondering just how he could master the technique. The child then runs along the edge of the tree until he resides atop a tree branch, sitting down with his feet hanging loose.

‘Byakkotai’ the boy thought to himself ‘Try and work with me?’ with the end of the mental inquiry, the child forms the same hand seals as before, summoning the shroud, however this time he didn’t attempt the jutsu again, this time he took the time to adjust to the sensation the cloak provided. The boy seemed frozen atop the branch in a meditative state whilst his body adjusted to the amplifications the Tiger shroud provided, opening his eyes, the golden orbs of the child look about, his senses keen and thus his reflexes improved, he could feel an ease in his own muscles and then he nodded.

Hopping from the branch, the white chakra reappeared and the amplification seemed to improve as the immediate air space about the boy seemed to have little resistance, allowing the child to exert his body more freely with less effort as the child allowed himself to fall, he directs his feet toward the floor and releases a burst of air from the soles of his feet. The burst of wind propel the boy upwards whilst the child backflips until his feet are pointed back towards the sky, propelling him downwards yet again before rotating and launching him upwards yet again. The child repeated the action to allow him to comprehend the sensation and how quickly the shroud drained him, though upon his descent, the cloak vanished, widened eyes as the boy panicked, he retrieves a shuriken attached to metallic wire and threw it at a nearby tree before tugging on it to shift his trajectory.

As the boy fell diagonally down, he draws a kunai and buries the blade into the tree to slow his fall before landing, then rolling forward due to the ridiculous momentum, laying on his back a few feet from the Uchiha, the boy pants staring up at the sky, more bruising revealing themselves around the wrist of the hand which gripped the kunai as his fingers stung with pain from the tight clasp around the kunai’s handle. The boy found himself staring back up at the leaves, panting, exhausted and battered before sitting himself up against the tree, now rendered immobile for the time being he turns to the Uchiha.

“Takuza-sama, could you tell me about the great dojutsu the village keeps talking about. I hear how good the Sharingan is or the Byakugan is but I don’t know what they do” the boy only inquired as he found himself curious and stumped with naught to do but to sit and recuperate.

