Board Thread:Iwagakure Spars/@comment-24937485-20151214001935/@comment-27375402-20151216001347

Adrenaline filled and completely enveloped from within with pure instinctive energy fixated on closing the distance and rushing his opponent, the sand itself proved more proficient than previously predicted as the kunai at such a near range had halted in its tracks. Slowly, Ryouta's confidence dwindled, but whilst in mid-lunge towards the intruder he held no intention to relent, claws extended and the jaw of the chakra cloak wide open as he leaned in to strike the shinobi dead. His eyes momentarily appeared to glimmer, glowing more vibrant from its blatant light amber colour to a vividly bright golden sheen, it seemed that neither overconfidence nor doubt existed in that moment, just the sheer lack of hesitation and fearlessness.

"I WON'T LET YOU GO!" Ryouta exclaimed in a rather animalistic snarl, similar to before, it seemed the Zodiac spirit of his held him in place as well as showing signs that Ryouta still held a sense of his own volition. Much to his dismay however, a sand encasement closed off the opportunity and the claws made from chakra as well as its fangs had dug into nothing but the casing. He, however released and attempted to fall back, until his option of retreat was also cut off, suddenly paralysed in a metaphoric cage as he was entrapped within sand. Sighing the Genin hung his head and allowed himself to listen to what the foreigner had to say

"I don't have anything to say to you" he spoke, finally offering what little words he felt the intruder deserved, it seemed as though that the battle had alleviated him of his fear of death, but more so the fact to embrace his fate, his expression as blatantly bleak as a child absent care for the shinobi's threats. However, despite the words, the Genin felt the need to educate the stranger, the gap between their power was no longer an issue any longer, now all the Genin felt was pity.

"You can make cheap threats. But the fact is that you stepped into our village. Threatened the homes of our family and our loved ones. I don't who you are or your the reason behind your sadistic pleasures, but you don't step into my village, threaten the livelihood of us shinobi and expect to walk away alive. Sure, you can take me, taking as many captives doesn't make you any less lonely and if taking me gets you out of the village, then just do it." his voice resonated, not with assertion nor fear but with pure genuine sense of annoyance. Though, being captured wasn't exactly ideal, he shakes his head, offering little defiance to the possibility, yet the sand shinobi's words ensuing words seemed to contradict what he had said before.

"Screw it" he said aloud as the chakra cloak expanded, stretching out the sand to create more space for his body within the cloak, soon after the cloak tripled in its size but rapidly consumed Ryouta's stamina, although expanding it did naught but appear more intimidating before copletely vanishing, the child now had sufficient amount of space to move freely, diving through the hole created for his head as he stood at the edge of the sand shinobi's casing. The child however held no further intentions to commit any further irrational decisions and sat there, outside whilst his chakra slowly depleted.

"How about we have a talk instead" the child offered, it seemed as though the child with reckless intent that was present prior had vanished, in place there was a child who seemed more intent on ending the conflict. Ryouta had to pause for a moment to comprehend the words coming out of his own mouth and thought about the possibility that in a moment's notice, he would come to regret it, though despite his childish insistences to assault the shinobi further, at his core, this felt like the right thing to do.