SWAG [RYUSUKE]

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Asato had fled the area were the battle took place, but for some reason, felt the need to visit the training ground. That place is where he spent most of his time during his childhood, so many memories. It was the first time he met Ryusuke too, crazy shit. He knew he wasn't safe here, any longer and the two Genin he encountered recently would have reported his involvement with the Nukenin who apparently disappeared. But, it was cool, he knew it was time anyway.

Walking towards the middle of the field, he'd just stare blankly into the sky. His black hair swaying back and forth, it was kinda of windy today. His hands in his pockets, his mind was somewhere else. Thinking about his past, man he had a good life. Just to throw it all away because of a little fun, guess that's how it happens. Any moment now someone would come, Konoha wasn't dumb enough as not to track him. Unless he really was that swag enough to get away.

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“Asato…”

Piercing the ears of the currently resting renegade, deep from the trenches of towering oak that resided to his rear, an accent sounded. Though distant for now, it held such a inexplicably familiar air—one that only a good friend would recognize off projection alone. Asato rested in the midst of defecting, nonetheless stopped in such a predestined location, one that held memories since the Genin’s fated entrance into this world. Silence ranged momentarily as nothing protruded from the dense woodland instantly, leaving the dark-haired escapee time to not only process the voice of who called out to him, but more prominently to reflect on what was to come in due time.

Soon enough, foxtrots of hushed steps were barely audible beneath the might of the afternoon breeze—Asato however could clearly hear the impending crackles that signified a newcomer. A series of numerous motions allowed the forest itself to divulge the entrance of the man who soon emerged unscathed from the foyer of the resting Shinobi. If Asato turned around, he’d notice several key features that would immediately give the identity of the intruder’s away. Long scarlet-hair—as soft as silk tied back in a secure ponytail, and skin a unpretentious light tan. A short-sleeved Kosode lit a dull navy and while Hakuma covering his lower bearings. Nonetheless, the key feature that stood out the most were those almond—now befuddled orbs of vivid violet that peered directly in Asato’s location.

“H—How could you?” Ryūsuke appeared. Confusion flooding his normally mature, calm tone, it was obvious the Shinobi was distraught. Having recently entered home with a mission captured in success, the Uchiha was immediately and unfortunately informed on the actions of his best friend. Entering the village, disguising someone as him, and eventually assaulting fellow Hidden Leaf Shonobi. All crimes of treason punishable by life in prison, or the severing of his life to this world. However after inexorable begging and pleading, the young and prospecting Hokage was tasked with finding and detaining him. However the question was, could he actually do it? Distanced ten meters to the boy’s stern, Ryūsuke stood prettified- unable to move or more so unwilling at this point.

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His train of thought was interrupted by steps that were as loud as can be, purposely done to alert Asato of the intruder's presence? He already knew who it was, his friend, rival, RYUSUKE. He knew they'd send his bestfriend to drag him back in, or maybe just because they wanted him to kill Asato? No one knew, but Asato didn't bother turning around. Instead he stared at the sky, a blank expression on his face. How nostalgic this all was, kinda reminded Asato of the first time he ever met the boy. That day was quite the memory, damn.

Hearing his confused words, his expression remained blank, and his body remained still. "Me? I did nothing - it was our ninja that attacked without warning.-" He paused, turning around to face Ryusuke. "You wonder why Konoha is failing? We have ninja that don't know what there doing, those Genin attacked me without probable clause. You expect me to stand there? ha ha." He laughed, finding that situation hilarious. It was true, the man that claimed to know Asato attacked for no reason. Both Asato, and Sora had a Konohagakure Hitae-ate. No reason to attack, what shameful ninja.

"You came to detain me?" He went straight to the point, he knew that's why he was here. Asato was supposedly a fugitive, he could have easily dipped from the village by now - but he chose not too. He'd rather stay, who knew what was going through his head, but it definitely wasn't anything smart. Asato's reflexes were ready to react if the man, who stood ten meters from him, chose to begin the battle.

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Asato was just so ignorant at times; overly convinced in what he uttered from his mouth that it seemingly made perfect sense in reality. Nonetheless, regardless of who attacked first, second or third, he and his collaborator made the vital inaccuracy of pushing their suspicion to the maximum level. “Yet you fled?” He inquired sardonically. While the two Konoha natives who supposedly instigated the fight were comfortably resting in the Hokage’s tower being interrogated, Asato rested in the open pasture of the training grounds. No residing in an inviting reception area of relaxation, here the boy sat as if he did nothing in a thirty-by-thirty meter aperture in the Konohagakure province?

The Uchiha couldn’t fathom what had driven his best friend so far as to do what he did. Everything seemed perfectly fine on the exterior, but it was obvious to the scarlet-haired that something troubled his friend; his Sharingan wasn’t required to asset such a dogmatic observation. Hands clenched tightly, his short nails digging into the shell of his closed palms while he attempted to control his composure. He knew his objective; he knew what he was told to do—suppose to do as a diktat of his village. However the boy couldn’t pull himself to accomplish the feat without placing their friendship in jeopardy.

“You were spotted entering with me… explain.” Stern and demanding, Ryūsuke left little to no time for untailored conversation, nor did he feel the need to answer an obvious question. Asato knew his fate, and he knew what the Uchiha was in audience—nothing had changed. Regardless, the most alarming matter was of his admission, and who he came with. Ryūsuke had just entered the village just recently, and he knew he wasn’t accompanying the dark-haired idiot from across the paddock. Something didn’t set well with this situation and the scarlet-haired Shinobi would get to the bottom of it.

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"Theres no need."

My voice cooed from behind the man I only but recognized as the figure I had henged into before encountering Asato's two former breathren. My words rang through the air long before they could both see me, for I remained behind a tree heavily obscured by its sheer density. "Whoever fed you those lies is very untrustworthy, it was I who came with him." I spoke, fully coming out of the shadows with but the simplest of treks.

Though potentially entering a situation that could quite easily turn deadly, my right arm remained behind my head casually and lazily - almost too lazily considering how close we both had came to dying. I couldn't fathom the bond these two shared, but my eyes easily read the strain Asato's actions had brought upon his friend's countenance. He was quite like I had felt months ago: lied to, betrayed, hurt. Frankly, seeing him brought back much nostalgia that I wish had remained buried.

"Asato, listen up." I said as my hand fell from my head and pointed at the youth I could only assume was a close friend. "When you're done taking out the trash, meet me back where we first met." No longer caring for keeping our little facade, I turned and headed back off into the direction I came.

"If you can't run, the ground will be your eye's bestfriend."

If he thought about what we had talked about in Tetsu no Kuni, he'd surely figure out the meaning to my words.

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"Fled? Hah, is that what they told you?" Man, Asato was fed up with the low scale ninja in Konoha, they were feeding Ryusuke lies now too? That's crazy, they went to that extent to persuade Ryusuke that Asato was a bad guy, and have his own bestfriend try and capture him, damn. "They agreed on everyone leaving the scene, well you know, me and my accomplice got bored of them." He chuckled. "See how low Konoha has fallen? If we stay in this village we will not get stronger" It was the truth, what is there to learn in a village full of overrated ninja?

Flinching a tad bit from the presence of Sora, he smirked. "That's true, I didn't enter with you. I entered with him." He said, pointing his fingers at his new accomplice. But, as fast as he came, just as fast he left - leaving Asato with a some advice on how to combat the Uchiha. There was obviously a gap in strength between the two, who knows what Ryusuke had accomplished while he was away from the village. Asato was just lazily moving about, the only action he received was from the ninja that encountered them in the alley. However, this would be way better - they were in a fifty meter radius. So much space to move, it was just amazing.

"I'll see you there mang." He said carelessly, his hands resting by his sides. "How about you just come with us? I don't want to fight my best friend, I'd rather have you come with us." He said, offering him a place in this little group he has. Who knows what he'd respond with.

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Though Ryūsuke wasn’t exactly close companions with Hotarubi or Yūza, he gauged their personalities. Under no circumstances would they ever simply tolerate a fight—spar or otherwise go fragmentary. Did Asato really take the Uchiha for some kind of fool? A person who knew little of what they spoke and backed their amorphous words with aggression. Over the course of the years they had known each other, and through the countless days they spent in the other’s attendance, it was obvious who really matured since their youth. Shockingly, it was unlucky that both didn’t have such a luxury as developing not only physically, but psychologically. Yūza maybe would have motioned for peace, but Hotarubi was an entirely different breed of spontaneity.

A mere instant away from pressuring his friend into more answers, an abrupt shift in the atmosphere itself triggered the Uchiha’s sensory tools. To his rare, a voice emerged from seemingly nothingness; a zephyr of sound fox-trotting through the skies and finally meeting an end with the dark-haired Shinobi’s ears. The shadows did well to mask his entrance, nonetheless he was now a target to the Uchiha’s keen sense of audible range, and as such, the boy’s head shifted just faintly—enough to allow the corner of his eyes to dwell into his own shadowed vestibule. “So you were the one who turned Asato against us?” He inquired, but to no avail, his statement was ignored, and with the concluding stem of advance from the shadows itself, Ryūsuke was perplexed.

Shaking it off, Ryūsuke allowed the man that which he desired—freedom. Too confused to pursue, and with the object of interest standing a mere ten meters in front of him, the Uchiha knew which was the more imperative target. However, the offer to join them arose, one which in itself held such a portentous ignorant air that if the scarlet-haired was in the mental statement to extract the humor from his friend’s statement, he’d laugh. “If I go with you. I’m nothing more than a traitor…” He paused for a moment, sighing as he continued to restrain the anger that progressively developed in his consciousness and posture. “This is my home… Our home.” His final statement held such emphasis, it seemed all-pervading as the words danced through the air, floating with purpose towards Asato.

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The man known as Sora was now out of the area, this discussion was now only between Asato and Ryusuke - just like it had began. "I didn't turn on anyone." He spoke, it was the truth. What did the village ever do for him? House him? He could have done that anywhere outside the village. Everything he learned, he learned himself. He didn't even have his dad to rely on because he died on a mission the freakin' Hokage sent him out on. How would it feel if the Hokage's parents were killed? It wouldn't be too nice would it. It's not like Konoha is the strongest village anymore anyway, it's lost it's power over time.

"Our home? Man I wouldn't want to call this our home anymore." He was talking from his heart now, something he held in for god knows how long. He didn't want to do this at first, but after he met with Sora, and discovered there were people like him, then damn. "It's not really the village I hate. It's the people in it, were not even considered strong anymore. See how easily a nukenin sneaked inside without getting caught?" Yup, he was using that as his point. It was true, Sora easily got inside, no inspection no nothing.

"What is left for this village? Nothing. Maybe a ten, twenty years ago yeah. But everything was ruined after the villages were reconstructed. I heard stories from back then from survivors, they ninja back then had twice the fuckin' balls any of the pussies in this village had." His tone was beginning to sound angrier about now. He was type pissed.

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Even as the suspect fled, and the area was only occupied by the two, Asato still defended his assailant? That in itself was unpardonable and almost unplumbed if the Uchiha hadn’t heard it himself. His anger couldn’t be contained, his patience dwindled which each ignorant word and chains of comments spewed from the boy’s mouth and contaminated his hears with baloney. Had he fell so deep into such idiotic self-indulgence and brainwash that he actually believed in the notions he spoke? A head titled forward, and a mess of scarlet clouding the eyes of the Konohagakure loyalist, a faint shiver was perceptible to only the most trained of eyes.

The moment he orally disowned Konohagakure was the moment Ryūsuke loss his temperament. “As much as you talk about the people who make Konoha nothing… You sure resemble the most repulsive scum of them.” The Uchiha exclaimed in a low monotone, trying his best to withhold the volume of progressively growing animosity towards his brother as his head lifted slightly, revealing eyes puzzled in both certainty and disillusionment. A Village was only as powerful as those who inhabited its walls. From the working class, to the Shinobi who protected its structure; everyone will to make a difference played a large role. Asato had already made his decision, and as such was nothing more than the true quintessence of what he spoke against. A living contradiction.

“It’s easy for anyone to infiltrate when a village’s citizen allows them in.” Ryūsuke exclaimed, knowing full well that his friend was the sole purpose to the other’s successful permeation. Not even a Nukenin and Asato had committed numerous crimes of assault, attempting to escape, and more prominently, Treason. He had turned his back on his village for what? Something as foolhardy as power? Someone who adores strength favoring the easy route. Filth would be what most Hidden Leaf natives would refer to someone of Asato’s nature as, however Ryūsuke was more cultivated and as such would hit deeper than any particular affront ever could.

“Pussy? Asato, you’re weak! Running like a child who loss his mother all because the village isn’t what it used to be after a massive attack? It takes time to reconstruct, and it takes true strength and willingness to help aid in that progress. You running is nothing more than attestation that you’re exactly what you’re trying to fight. Weakness!” His tone stern and his accent flooded with anger, Ryūsuke had enough of this and had grown tired of such purposeless conversation with his friend. Asato had committed sedition and would find conviction. This had grown old, and Ryūsuke knew what he had to do.

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Que theme song

It made Asato so happy how all of this was getting to his best friend, his face lit up with a bright smile. He knew that Ryusuke was pissed, all of this was just aggravating the young konoha native. "Scum huh? I like the way that sounds." He teased, his words were meant to sting. He wanted Ryusuke to know Asato wasn't the same person, something deep down within him cracked, releasing whatever evil that built up in him throughout his entire life. He was now twisted beyond belief, well, he will be if he isn't saved.

His fists clenched, he really wanted to fight. He could taste the blood of his opponent on the tip of his tongue, although deep down he knew he wouldn't have the balls to kill his best friend. However, he wouldn't mind giving him a good beat down, and making him regret trying to chase after him. Pause, Asato immediately started laughing, like, it was a crazy, maniacal laugh. "RUN? ME? I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE. IF I RAN I WOULD HAVE LEFT THIS VILLAGE YOU IDIOT." Continuing to laugh, adrenaline was pumping in his body, he was so excited and yelling just pumped him up.

"I came here for a reason, I knew you'd find me, and I knew they'd sent you. Duh, why else would I be just chilling here?" Asato didn't seem like the type that would calculate stuff that would happen in his life, but this was just one of those moments. "Anything else you have to say to me, before you well..." he smiled "try to detain me."

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"No, nothing at all..."

Time for talk was over. A bright sky would pay tribute to the battle that would ensue, while the empty paddock of the training ground would become the consultation to what was expected to be a hellish dispute of elemental titans. Asato had placed on the emblematic pedestal of mentality his own alternation. He was a changed man, and showed little signs of reverting to the man the Uchiha once knew. Their unsuspecting retreat to Tetsu no Kuni would be the biggest mistake of both their lives. Better judgment spoke against such an all-embracing travel, nonetheless the dark-haired Shinobi was so assertive. Now, the two would be petted against one another.

A distinct ten meters pegged the distance that placed the knife between the two, however not for long. Ryūsuke gave a concluding sigh as an indication of what was to come; so there was no avoiding the inevitable after all, yeah? Hands gradually moving upwards, reaching behind his head and beneath the profusion of restrained scarlet, the Hitai-ate loosened, and soon challenged the Uchiha’s forehead as the band that held the famous steel upon his face tightened. Adjusting his Konohgakure Head band, and allowing the brace to glisten proudly in the openness of the sun as it smiled upon the prospecting battlefield, the Shinobi looked across.

“There will be no trying.” Ryūsuke exclaimed, allowing his arms to drop down to his side, and within an instant, a Kunai found emergence as the Shinobi in one swift motion allowed the dagger-esque tool to find servitude in his right hand. Positioning into a defensive mannerism, with the tip of the shortened blade pointing towards his respective right, Ryūsuke would give the initial combative move to his friend. Asato after all always enjoyed the spotlight, regardless if his alignment had truly changed or not. Nonetheless, as all would come to pass, only one would be standing at the end of this fated encounter.

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Kunai ¹

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Adrenaline rushing throughout his body, he was hyped. It wasn't everyday where Asato would engage in a combat like situation with Ryusuke, and the reason why just made him even more excited. This was like something from the movies, two best friends, one defects, they finally meet, and a big clash of two strong warriors happens. "Guess were done with talking." He smirked, his hand laying on his head lazily. His sky blue optics observed every single movement that his opponent made, there was no reason to look about his surroundings as the surrounding area was 40 meters of plain grass.

As Ryusuke withdrew a kunai, Asato's right hand dropped to his side and nonchalantly took out a ivory projectile. Flicking his hand forward, the duo raced forth towards the man, it was aimed to impale Ryusuke's right leg. Asato stayed on his toes, he wasn't about to lose this fight. He was ready to move and defend if needed, he wouldn't underestimate his friend - he knew he was strong enough to put up a fight.

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So fate had finally platform its intentions all along. Allowing the product of life to influence the weak, while the strong attempted to correct it; an ordeal etched into the fabric of life loss, and experiences reflective. Ryūsuke had never in a million years thought his blade would ever be raised to the frame of his best friend. Regardless, it seemed that Providence found manipulation of the heart more promising then aspirations. This battle would be one remembered for some time; if not by the villagers, then by the two who presently placed everything on the line to participate in such a death-prone dispute. Life was a bitch, and death was her sister, sleep was the cousin, where the fuck’s the family picture?

Eyes alert, and body judiciously reflexive at the moment, the drawing and release of the Kunai went regarded. As it was released, the depiction of its surface discoloration was evident. A trademark patented by many within the Shinobi world, Ryūsuke knew all too well what its intention served. Concurrently as it was released, the Uchiha wasted little time as he flanked off to his right, curving around the edge of the forest region as he dexterously ran along its trim, escaping the decorative dagger before it even touched ends with his previously location. Six meters were closed quickly, and simultaneously, his fingers danced over oen another, beginning the preparation for a practiced offensive while his friend would most likely break from his previous pattern and chase him down.

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The ivory dagger was meant to distract the opponent as Asato immediately began to form hand seals after the weapon was thrown. His chakra poured out of himself and allowed for a replica to be created. As the flank was made by his opposition to the right. His clone immediately ran after him, trying to cut him off. Closing the rest of the distance instantly, if he got to his oppositions face before getting destroyed the 'twin' would try to latch onto the man.

Concurrently while the real Asato ran straight, then curved to the right so that he was now facing Ryusuke's side. While charging in, his hands danced together while chakra built up inside of him. A useful technique was about to be used, soon anyway. Asato was now five meters from Ryusuke's side.

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¹mud clone

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Asato was never one to reflect on his actions comprehensively; never the most tactical fighter who took time to thoroughly cover any loose ends and formulate counter measures effectively. In truth this was neither a bad or good characteristic when faced with adversity. There were two types of opponents one could face—the brash and the conniving. The impulsive, spirited fighters left little time to perform immediate strategies and decided a strong, unrelenting offense would grant them victory. The calculating fighter gave time and opportunity to devise a tactical advance, which respectively gave you the same chance. In this case, those two distinct types were displaying their roles well. Asato was the brawns, and Ryūsuke, the brains.

Just as the Uchiha had anticipated among his own evasion, Asato would rush into a pursuit, yet he didn’t charge in without a Calvary. The moment his Kunai left his grasp, did he hands fluster into a swift wave of hand seals, which would implicate the creation of an artificial replica. Regardless, the technique didn’t go disregarded. Having experienced battling with the blonde-haired Genin, Ryūsuke was well aware of his cache, and knew the infrastructure of the clone; most likely a Doton construct. It attempted to cut off his flank, while the real Asato rushed in from the divergent side. A smart suggestion, if it wasn’t so blatantly visible before his eyes. From his distance coupled with his knowledge of his opponent’s weaponry, this technique would be easily countered.

Upon knowing the clone’s advance, the Uchiha halted his progression and dropped into an immediate defensive position. Eyes capturing the sight of both opponents, Ryūsuke showed no facial credit to his disgust. His hands already completion the ritual of kata, his offense would be expressed soon enough. For now however, the ploy of playing possum would suffice. Asato’s clone finally came into the scarlet-hair’s personal space, and without much effort, allowed his hands to reach out and attempt to grasp his foe. Even so, this wouldn’t happen as the body he outstretched his arms to clench no longer rested in the same location.

Having jumped back a modest meter, Ryūsuke was in the midst of releasing his technique during his retreat and while his clone rested in place, and Asato worked on his own hand dance, would the Uchiha expelled a sphere of extreme flames, which immediately expanded into a large, spacious globe of fire, attempting to consume the two who stood at near point blank range. The technique used as a rite of passage for anyone who claimed the surname of Uchiha ,Gōkakyū no Jutsu would claim victory. While not intentionally aiming to kill his best friend, this jutsu would prove detrimental to his help and would hopefully knock him unconscious. From that point, it would be much easier to detain him and tend to the injurious burn marks that were sure to ensue. However, which such a powerful technique, and art such a close range, even the Uchiha couldn’t foresee his friend surviving. Not this at least.

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Goukakyuu no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique) 50exp
Rank: C
Type: Offensive / Katon Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Special: Although flames do not travel far, their intensity allows them to burn short range objects down easily, resulting in 'A" ranked area of effect damage.
Description: Goukakyuu no Jutsu is a fundamental katon ninjutsu technique which allows the user to freely control fire itself as it leaves their body. The ninja does the necessary hand seals, draws chakra from their mouth into their chest and them immediately exhales it. During this point, they then blow a stream of fire which erupts into a large sphere of flames. To better manage the flames the ninja will bring their hand to their mouth to control it.
Domain: Katon