Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170709085256

Michirama was once again located in the far eastern training field of Konoha. He'd been there since early morning attempting to perfect the technique once and for all. Many of the training dummies within the training field lay in tatters, sliced apart or even beaten down by his scabbard in an act of frustration when things didn't go exactly to plan. He sat in the centre of the training field with the sword firmly in its scabbard across his lap. He was dressed in his usual attire, he wasn't very standoutish, his blonde hair was as messy as always and his purple ripple like eyes were currently closed.

It was now almost mid day meaning Michirama had been there for almost 4 hours, training non-stop with no break so it was only fair that he took a break. After a good half an hour of sitting there, Michirama stood up and drew his katana from its scabbard and took up a stance. He held the scabbard horizontally infront of him and the katana above him with the tip of the blade pointing forward in his right hand. He focused his chakra through his hand and up the length of the blade until the blade went from just over a meter and a half in length to almost three meters with the added length being created by a razor sharp navy blue shroud of chakra. He stepped forward and slashed vertically, the extra long blade slicing into the ground before fading away. He was pleased but he needed to be able to make the blade last for more than a single slash if he wanted to use it in the future. 