Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27375402-20160331231829/@comment-27375402-20160401003504

Panting, the soft sounds of panting emanated around a specific area, a child in its center with no evident weaponry other than the katana in his hand and the shroud around him, the shroud seemingly different than usual, unlike its common golden colouring, it seemed accompanied by a white colouring amongst them whilst appearing less solidified and more so fluid. The child's golden stare gazing down the path along the forest floor as a burst of wind explodes from the child's feet, propelling the boy forward whilst the child began carving into the trees about him repeatedly and as the child's momentum came to a slower pace, he'd propel himself yet again.

Though as per his previous experiences, the shroud disappeared completely and the child found himself on a rather swift pace that he himself wasn't quite used to, burying his blade into a nearby tree to slow the momentum so the tumble forwards would be less damaging. The boy then fell into an upright seated position, sighing, he slams the hilt of his katana against the surface beneath him, groaning disappointedly in his repetitive failed attempts, sighing the child arose to his feet and sheathed his katana.

A moment later, the child walked out of the forest and decided to merely focus on concentrating on sustaining the newly formed shroud long enough for it to be of actual use instead of attempting to adapt to the amplifications in hopes that the shroud would someday sustain itself in the future. Though as he met the metal fencing of the training grounds and made his way through the opened gate, he found an all too familiar flowing brown hair as he stared at the back of a familiar Genin's head.

It had been a while and Ryouta had appeared to have been avoiding contact with other Genin since the day the fateful day not too long ago, the child sighs as he walks to the side of the training field silently, weaving the hand seals necessary to form his Tiger shroud. From there the child began focusing on the wind affinity within, pouring it into the shroud as the golden shroud began shifting, the allocated white chakra seeped into the shroud itself and the cloak became less solid.

Occasional deep breaths permitted the child to merely focus on sustaining the shroud itself, though the longer he did so, the more swiftly it drained the child, it appeared that he lacked the control to keep the chakra it drained to a minimal amount. The child then fell to a knee exhausted, the shroud itself flickering before vanishing completely, the boy sighs in defeat yet again.