Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-26021384-20170805023551/@comment-24714922-20170808031203

Michirama and Shien were once again making short work of the wolves. And honestly, Michirama was sick of them. IT WAS ALWAYS WOLVES, did they have something against him? He couldn't be sure, but this fight was just as exhilarating as any other fight. His hair needle senbon had torn through the wolves easily though one had managed to evade the attack however it was quickly halted by a number of kunai going flying into it's stomach. That left three, with his sensing technique he scanned for them, two over by Isne which were turning their attention back to Michirama, and a third, somewhere. THERE, under the body of another wolf, it was pinned for now but was slowly freeing itself and seemed to be in Shien's blind spot.

Michi didn't have very much time to act. Channelling the wind natured flying swallow into both his katana and scabbard was no small task, but it was a testament to how far he had progressed. Now wielding two razor sharp blades of wind, these two wolves heading in Michi's direction would have a storm coming their way. He would dash towards them showing some impressive speed for someone his age. He would soon drop to a spinning slide as he neared the wolves who at that point would more than likely be ready to lunge at him only to be met by the spinning blades of Michirama acting like a horizontal buzzsaw. He would slide to a halt now face Shien as the Wolf approached his blind spot.

"SHIEN! DOWN!": It was a simple command, all Shien had to do was dive to his stomach and hope for the best. As Michi said this he would readjust the grip on his scabbard and lob it towards the wolf, its razor sharp chakra making it act like a javelin. If everything went to plan, Shien would drop down under the javelin just as the wolf attempted to chow down on him only for it to be pierced through the skull by the scabbard javelin. If everything went according to plan, Michirama would stop the flow of chakra through his weapons. He estimated himself to be at about half capacity now, sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead and his breathing sounded like he had been running around, not to mention the blood that undoubtedly covered him "Jeez ... You alright Shien?" He would ask as he wandered over to yank the scabbard from the wolf's skull "If the rest of this journey is more wolves I quit"