Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160505040109/@comment-25866598-20160505194824

In passing he’d been watching that very same carnage ensue the curdling screams of the masses in those moments. He could see his compatriots going to work with ease. Out of excitement he’d jumped from his chair his cup full of tea raised high into the sky  as a form of praise to what went on. “I suppose i should have a go!” In the wake of those very words he’d crushed the cup that rested within his grasp. The moment this happened that golden throne he’d been seated upon subsided from view. Yone made his way over to some of the water pipes that found themselves resting upon the buildings rooftops and removed a single section. Enough to make up the physique of a makeshift spear, in the process of forming pointed tips upon the pipe he’d taken the time to surge a bit of his own raiton chakra into its physique to give way to what was soon to follow.

It was like the relaxed personality from before had completely vanished from thisyoung man's demeanor. From a bird's eye view one would find that section of piping Yone held within his grasp shrouded in lightning and he himself taking up that of a javelin thrower. He hadn’t taken up the stance to get a running start rather his arm was cocked back and ready to bring the rain. The masses that rested below would find themselves under bombardment in the wake of Yone releasing the spear from his grasp. If the regime below had been paying close enough attention to the sky it would’ve appeared as if a star had streamed across the sky in those moments and with that a shockwave escaped from its position once it had reached its peak speed.

Unlike any other it was like a clap of thunder had rained over sunagakure in those moments and with that the spear found its mark. The roof of the very building it’d struck caving in upon its impact, in the wake of the spear colliding with the earth an explosion would’ve erupted. The Raiton nature used in its most volatile state to give way to such a thing and with that a vast section of this shanty town the regime found themselves assaulting would’ve been rendered to dust.



A brief white light would’ve washed over this section. Although it was more than just a sense of vibrance, the light in itself was a sense of devastation. Turning those very same helpless sou



ls that rested within their homes to nothing but a shadow upon their sandy floors. Upon seeing his fine work he would’ve begun to clap his hands in excitement simply thinking to himself ‘Such fine work if i do say so myself.’ a soft grin would soon pour into view as he’d watched the rest of the regimes slaughterfest unfold. He was merely hoping that whatever militant force this nation had to offer was capable of even

holding their own.