A Torches Flames [Q/P]

[Trigga]

“Another mission complete,” The young, and affluent Shinobi of the Hidden Leaf murmured excitedly to himself; strolling through the bastion of oak and vegetation as he made his way back to his home. A day like no other in the midst of the autumn afternoon which looked on with intent eyes, guiding the young man to a destiny which as of now was disclosed. Yet, you could only gain the postulation that it would lead to even greater challenges, which if conquered, warranted immense reward. Materialistic endeavors never gratifying a true heart uncontaminated, the Uchiha only had one goal in mind—protection.

His facial features shrouded beneath the fortification of a strong, robust mask—the animal familiar in which it embodied was none other than the almighty wolf. His torso (shoulders included) safeguarded under the care of a sturdy armor- suited for what he intended to avoid when he could, battle. To compliment the Ninja’s attire, a lone katana rested at his left side, giving attendance to his formerly unattended hip. This in itself showed that the young Hokage’s last venture only permitted the use of such weaponry and protectorates. His typical kosode and hakuma clothed him, and his famed Hitai-ate was lifted on his forehead—Ryūsuke was only wondering when he could remove such articles and shower.

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Battle Armor
Steel Mask
Katana

[Messatsu!]

The day was quite beautiful and pleasant to say the least, a healthy sun idly hung above the earth itself, casting its rays of upon you and everything around you, bathing it all in a beaming sheet of gold. The forest itself was thick, massive, and imposing which only complimented the seemingly endless sequence of trees. Valiantly you trekked through the forest of hi no kuni, blindly searching for clues of power both far and wide, unfortunately your efforts were fruitless as you just seemed to have been traveling on a directionless path. Luckily enough, the gods ethereal dominance upon the world seemed to be in your favor.

The cobblestone road in which you traveled upon broke off into a two way path, one veering off to your left, and the other to your right. But 10 meters before you actually reached this 'Y' shaped road, a head peaked out from behind a single tree in-between both roads. Its eyes radiated with sanguine optics that rivaled a Uchiha's, yet, its glowing eyes pulsated with malice before hiding behind said tree. It was suspicious indeed, something that would have surely peaked your interest or curiosity,

[Trigga]

Transvering the terrain of the Fire Country posed little difficulty for the young man who spent the entirety of his seventeen years amply exploring its province. An idle sun was a respectful source of both warmth and light that showered from the realm beyond the heavens, and onto the earth itself with a luminous charisma. The seemingly endless cycle of trees induced an illusion of false progression. However regardless of the status of the boy’s Kekkei-Genkai, the Uchiha was well aware of his location. A loss boy wasn’t the opposite of an intelligent man—but the mirror reflection of improvement itself. Ryūsuke had already hurdled that obstacle.

Treading the dirt road—roughly five meters respectively from both his sides, the Uchiha continued on until suddenly his sharp hues captured the sights of something--- unsettling. Poking from the army of oak and shrubs, namely an elderly tree off ten meters ahead (assumed?), the Shinobi captured sanguine jewels, which were evident in the afternoon’s light. Quickly tucking themselves back into the protection of the dense woodland, their presence gone astray, but their emergence didn’t go disregarded. Concomitantly following their retreat, a single kunai was summoned in a right handed grip; Ryūsuke proceeded onward with caution. Would the owner of those weird eyes surface once more?

Whoever this individual was, he surely could have just as easily been following the Uchiha’s movements. As such a direct return to Konoha would be ill-advised. No, he would take the alternate route and venture upon the left-laying path that compiled a segment of the fork in the road. Progressing down its length, the Uchiha rested alert, and more importantly, conscious of his environment. Strolling with a visually casual approach, his body was astute and his senses elite above others. Giving the false impression of ignorance once more, the scarlet-haired Fire Shadow advanced.

[Messatsu!]

Having laid eyes upon the prying eyes of a small silhouette, you chose to take the left path of the 'Y' shaped road, but why left? only fate could tell. Never the less you contined to trek through the bastion of earth and oak, yet, as you came past the tree in which the create hid behind, it was gone, absent from reality as if your mind was playing mischievously playing with your eyes. The soils beneath your feet were soft, indication that water was nearby or it jad lightly rained some time ago further ahead. The air grew thick and humid, enough so that you would initially acknowledge that this was not konoha's ordinary temperature, the atmosphere seemingly shifted in an instant forewarning a sight so rare in hi no kuni. . .a rainy storm.

Within seconds the sky itself darkened, almost as if a black miasma injected itself into the atmosphere's essence. Beneath the guise of what now could have only been described as 'black clouds', thunder and lightning tore through the sky above you, hinting away at impending danger.

Paranormal activities seemed attracted to you, so, how would you fare against this inexplicable shift in your surroundings.

[Trigga]

As he moved along the countryside, intentionally averting his foxtrots from the safe haven of the Hidden Leaf, the Uchiha couldn’t help but to fall into a loose suspending of self-reflection. The eyes he saw earlier, though from a weak vantage point, and an even frailer duration of time held an essence he hadn’t quite seen before. Neither filled with tranquility, nor calamity—they weren’t balanced. Suspicious as they were wandering, it was as if they bellowed to a strayed animal of any sort; only longing for a purpose and stimulation to feed their boredom. This could have been distributed in a number of directions to find a common assumption. Nonetheless the boy much preferred the truth.

Moving across the ground, a number of key differences alerted my sensory organs. The ground was surprisingly yielding, and malleable. A contrast to the firm, harden soil that usually compiled the gateway conducts that branched out into a network of roads that engineered effective travel. The air was gradually increasing in temperature, and became humid—too clammy for typicality. A practitioner of the fire magic itself, I was all too accustomed to the scent of its aflame infatuation. Something, I couldn’t pinpoint it, was stirring, and I was walking directly into the center of it. Situations like this never panned out too well.

The firmament darkened as quickly as the air shifted, and soon clashes of plasmid bolts rattled the earth itself. A storm was in the midst of birth and with the climate demon conceiving, all the Uchiha could do was venture onward in search of shelter. He was too far from home to simply turn around, and surely someone had to offer refuge in times like this. A hand biting down tightly on the steel’s handle, Ryūsuke progressed with an uneasy deportment.

[Messatsu!]

The seemingly ethereal shift Hi no kuni's atmospheric layers was strange to say the least, enough so it was enough to induce a sense of caution within you, causing you to grow more alert and aware of the surroundings you've called home for a myriad of years. The storm only raged on, incrementing with each step you took, beginning to rain as you continued forward about half a mile, though with your armour it bothered you very little. Shelter was absent, a fruitless desire in this escapade, however, that would become an afterthought as the same small silhouette creature zipped horizontally across you from one tree to another 6 meters to your front, peaking from behind said tree with crimson orbs that rivaled your own.

[Trigga]

This weather was needless to say, insupportable. The smug in the air only clouded my sinuses and the dense stench of humidity shrouded any form of interest I had previously when journeying deeper into the unknown. My eyes, as judicious as they were odd peering to the forefront while a strong peripheral window protected my respective sides. The only blind spot in my defense was my back, which in itself was covered by the sheer volume of concentration I placed into my surroundings. The slightest resonance, the faintest crackling of grass or the step of a branch wouldn’t go under my sonar’s. I didn’t have the luxury of slipping at this point.

Luckily, the foundation of the wears that safeguarded my frame from bodily damage, acted dually as a modest defense against the plummeting precipitation. The only peaceful aspect of my day thus far being the mellow descent it took from a province of idyllic, to a land plagued in war and bloodshed. The gods were more humble then most assumed, and as the tears of the weeping monarchs fell, I titled my head upwards slightly, sealing my eyes and simply allowing the rain to grace my skin with a introverted touch. It was peaceful and relaxing. Such downpours came modestly, but this one seemed more genuine.

Snap !!!

His brief moment of silence was shattered, and the moment the small creature zipped across the flooring, the Uchiha’s eyes were already locked on its location; his oculars a deep shade of crimson with small, circling blades dancing about in his pupils—his Sharingan emerged. Kunai gripped tightly and raised upwards into a defensive stance, the boy looked on, and gradually crept his way closer. The beast shared a similar tone of coloration in the eyes as he did, nonetheless it didn’t appear as it held a copy eye. “Don’t be afraid… I won’t hurt you,” he beckoned forth, and despite his carriage, his words were earnest.

[Messatsu!]

You were curious, and though you had not known, you could have met with this silhouette of a creature, however, your rash actions caused it to shudder in fear at the sight if your gleaming cold steel. Its shine and edge only struck fear into the creatures heart as it jumpped back, leaving under a quick dash with untraceable speeds. Yes, even the three static drops of rain that tarried within your pupils could not keep up with this seemingly paranormal being. Even with your eyes and perception increased threefold, it presented itself as nothing more than a black blur across the army of brown and green. Speedily its small body sifted thorugh Hi no kuni's undergrowth, distancing itself from you by roughly 11meters before hiding and peaking from behind said tree once more. Every few seconds it'd hide, and peak out once more, keenly keeping tabs on your movements concurrently drowning in its own dread.

[Trigga]

My eyes were lit vividly with the tinge of scarlet that had spilled blood for generations before my own. The Sharingan itself was a tool of hatred, and my clan—the Uchiha harboring its legacy of this same abhorrence. This same terror that cursed my family became evident the moment the small creature virtually escaped the grasp of reality, for not even the crimson oculars that were plastered amongst my face could track the sprinting demon that moved with an obvious stillness. It was frightened, not angry—it hadn’t attacked me, or at least attempted any violent behavior, so I was indeed at fault here. As such, it was my mission to correct this punctually.

Sliding the utensil of death back into its respective hoister against my right thigh and gradually motioned towards the creatures last calculated location. Moving with caution was my objective, yet concurrently giving off a forthcoming air in the process. Sliding through the slits of tall grass and towering oaks, I awaited a response.

[Messatsu!]

As the darkened creature fled, escaping the graps of your preceptive optics, the storm above you spared none, its wrath growing mightier as streams of hot blue tore through the fabrics of air, aimlessly releasing its anger upon a tree behind the 'daemon'. It was frightened like nothing before, jumping out from the tree it hid behind and into one that rested 5 meters at your own front. A loud thud snapped into the air, tearing the tree's bark asunder with dents and impending cracks within its construct. Finally static, and disoriented, this small creature that was no more than 2 feet high staggered back and forth almost losing its balance. It twisted and twirled, yet retaining its balance as if it were performing some sort of long lost dance.

Small, hurt, and vulnerable, the creature momentarily lost focus of its surroundings, leaving it as nothing more than a harmless, defensless creature.

So uchiha, will you take advantage of this extraterrestrial being, or lend a helping hand in its time of need?

[Trigga]

A storm such as this one held an anger deep seeded within its being—the eye of its serenity and tranquility nonexistent as I looked calmly to my respective sides, only allowing the torment of the god’s themselves to run rampant. Powerful I assumed I was, but nothing in my cache of paranormal capabilities would ease the beast which was nature’s wrath. Rain plummeting with loud thuds—completely atypical for such small pellets which flocked in the masses of an ocean drowning downward. The beauty I once admired, I now feared with a guarded consciousness. Approaching without alert would only yield my right to continue living.

My steps were silent—though not intentionally as the monsoon of water and spiraling winds drowned out all noise I could make without forcing the issue. The creature I pursued, that moved with such a rapidity akin to the Hachimon itself rested directly in front of me; it was disoriented. Though cutesy, I couldn’t allow my mind to be clouded with abstract distraction as he tree cracked to the pasture in its rear. Quickly, and without vacillation, I rushed in. In attempts to deliver the small abnormality to salvation, I would kneel swiftly, and if allowed, pick it up. “It’s okay little guy,” I ushered in words of encouragement to augment my claim.

[Messatsu!]

The mass of pelting rain continued to barbaricly hammer down upon your frame and the creature before you as you swiftly stepped to its aid within disinclination. You picked it up, and given its state of insensibility and disorientation, it had no other choice but to be release from the ground it stood on. Its eyes evanesced, adorning a more dominant tint of yellow and orange, an identical color of rustic flames. Its head shook, regaining its sense of mind and focus as its eyes widened as they laid upon you, brimming with curiosity as did yours. Its head tilted to the left before careening forward slowly, pressing the forefronts of its head onto your own, a formal greeting amongst its own kind. its pitch dark flesh was soft, softer than silk itself in fact. Not even a second later had its body shook, resisting your oppressive grip as it crawled onto your back before you could even blink.

It's body was malleable? As it slipped into your armor swifter than a drop of water, scurrying around inside, tickling you unintentionally. Done examining you it emerged once more and sat upon your head as its back inflated, billowing into the air in the shape of an umbrella, shielding you from the wrath of this storms tears.

[Trigga]

The rain bothered me little, and its oppressive torrent did nothing more than to emphasize my bodily strength. Poseidon himself wouldn’t run me out of this situation, and whomever called the skies their province would meet the same conclusion as the lord of the oceans himself. An Uchiha’s strength spanned further then sheer mythology and actually held substance in the real world. Among one of the strongest in my clan, it went without saying that I too possessed this same permanence and presence that allowed my willingness to tread further then others of both my age and stature. However as I held this petite creature—pitch black with orbs a incandescent yellow, I couldn’t help but smile as it graced my forehead with its own—a sign of communication maybe?

Then it took another avenue of action? “Ahahaa, stop it!” I couldn’t contain it, my body had given in within that instant as this acquiescent construct roamed through the interior of my protective garbs and easily infiltrated my personal space. Its body, silk like tackling my incapacity to retain my composure and soon I found myself hopping around wildly. Only a moment had past and soon it was reared on the base of my scalp—allowing the kempt mess of scarlet to bed its bottom until I couldn’t feel the wrath of rain? “Wow, you’re something else” I commented with respect, noticing its contort and reshaping. An umbrella was always nice.

[Messatsu!]

Though it lacked a mouth, high pitched cries of happiness and joy poured forth from its very being as its arms and legs latched onto your shoulders as its torso expanded into a umbrella. Catching wind of the positive energies that the air about you screamed with, Its head tilled down, hovering over its face as its forehead pressed agains your own once more before looking to its front once more. Its 'antenna's' began to quiver and waver like metameric ripples through water. Its head momentarily jerked, turning north (your front), east, south, west, and finally back to north. Its antenna's straightened hardening like the cold steel of your uchiha, pointing in a northeast direction, signalling for you do go there without any knowledge of knowing what lies ahead.

The storm contined its wrath, so much so a destructive bolt came plummeting down in an instant, yet the creatures malleable body absorb every ounce of power carried within said bolt. Its body shuddered once more through the tickling feeling it felt from the bolt itself. In case you failed to catch on to its signal, its atenna's folded inwardly before pointing northeast once more, attempting to gain your attention and interest at all cost.

[Trigga]

The jaws of fury itself opened and spewed forth an environment completely submersible to the calamity it produced. Violent windstorms ravaged both the air and the ground itself while the dejecting tears fell in profusion, only to reach the terra firma once more and engender similar results of destruction. The Uchiha was propitious enough to encounter such a powerful, though humble creature and while the lightning bolt crashed down, only to aim at the thread of life the scarlet-haired protected, it was the smaller creature who spoke with a supersonic pitch that did the safeguarding on such a day. Fortune had indeed smiled upon the Hokage today.

My eyes broaden, the Sharingan’s optical prowess seemingly falling short when addressed with the instantaneous movement of the plasmid javelin that tunneled downward. However be it a product of my own wishes to live inconsiderately, or a selfless act from the new companion that occupied my shoulders, I was spared, yet he suffered. In all the commotion I missed his, as I categorized its gender, directional approach with its antennas. However the second time I would not make the same blunder twice. “Notheast?” I did my best to judge the direction and generalizing it with my knowledge of navigation—being an Oinin warranted such talents.

"Thank you," I had to show my thanks.

With my synthetic umbrella cloaking me from the storms bulky carriage, I would heed its warning and direct my footage towards my forefront. Walking through a low flood, as the emerald below would ultimately drown in this pool subversive, all I could think about was what this little guy actually planned to lead me to. Expectantly, my Sharingan would entrust its powers to me once we reached its destination.