I'm Comin' Home [Sen/P]

[DATuchiha]

Standing, eyes forming nothing more than a unmitigated expression, I peered out into sheer nothingness. A city filled with life, ample in tumult and commerce, nothing it held so little substance in my eyes? My thought process was skewed, and even I couldn’t fathom what confusion I bewitched my consciousness with. Such a sensation hadn’t settled into my mind in quite some time, and akin to a child experience their first moment in life, I was both unprepared, and unconscious to the denotation behind it.

Iwagakure no Sato—the world’s foremost milestone for terra itself. Mother Nature’s playing ground, and the prospecting field for brotherly conflict to come. The future told little of its plans, but projected much with expectancies never truly meeting expectations. This mattered little, for the young prodigious would whittle his own destiny, and his brother would play a key role in this endeavor.

”Tch !! He tells me not to be late..” he scuffed.

Standing in the open pasture, just a single mile outside the suburban province of his village, and venturing into the training quarters, Shinkirōs posture spoke to impatience. Arms folded across his chest as his fingers dug into the protection of his clothing, the equipped Genin of the Hidden Rock looked around in displeasure. His navy blue mask concealing the frustration brimming acorss his features, the white-haired Shinobi was seemingly lost in the concept of hierarchy as he was burlesqued by time itself. Sen would surely pay for this. He knew nothing irritated the boy more than being late for training sessions. The blasphemous act against his morals was comparable to declaring war—at least in Shinkirō’s eyes.

”He better hurry up..”

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[¤ SFS ¤]

In the time it took a boy to become a man there was usually some form of cognitive development in regards to one's ambitions. Boys had dreams, but men had goals, and only men understood the difference between the two concepts. Some where along the line in his days as a boy Tokomaru Sen had become lost in the torrent that took you in a child and threw you out an adult. The torrent had many forms and faces all going by the same name and serving the same purpose, the purpose of maturity. For Sen the face of maturity came in the form of war. Iwagakure no Sato wasn't a lawless cesspool home to criminals and scandal, unless you counted the routine raids and attacks by Nuke-nin and other villages. The Hidden Stone had fallen far from it's former glory and many sought to kick it while it was down. It was during said kicking that the genin faced maturity, at the death of his parents.

Though that itself wasn't fully accurate, the death wasn't of his parents, but of his family. His mother, a medic-nin was reported to have been killed on assignment years ago and his estranged father left the village a small while before that. It was a tough time for all involved, as his younger brother was a child in the academy learning about death as an inevitability for a shinobi while simultaneously having to face it at home in the form of his departed parents. With little money and no means to keep a watchful eye over his brother the black-topped genin enrolled in the academy, forsaking his dreams of becoming a Master Craftsman to find a job that allowed him to stay close to the little one who shared his name and to eventually make money for them to eat. In the time it took for him to catch up and surpass his brother's class in Academy training he discovered his Youton abilities and then graduated, leaving what little he had left of his childhood behind. He did his best to foster a stable environment for the younger Tokomaru to hold on to that childhood but Shinkirō had his own way of dealing with his problems and anxieties and before long, they were both genin.

War made them hard, but not bitter and when the world fell around them they had one another to remember that some things were still around and worth living for. Sen though, in the strange timing that these events occurred in woke up one morning to find himself in a grey area. Neither a boy, nor a man. His body said "man", his mind said "not a child" but his heart held held no grand ambitions or goals. He had no more objectives, no more things to shoot for. His brother was almost a man himself by shinobi standards so for what reason did he go on now? Not knowing but him in a submissive mood and so he felt no real urgency to make it to the meeting place on time. Normally he made sure to keep a tight schedule and be prompt especially when dealing with his brother, he had to lead by example after all, and after years of such diligent time keeping the little bastard had come hell dent on not having to wait on others. He approached from the south hands in his pockets he hoped Shinkirō wouldn't take it as a sign of superiority and fight that much harder to prove big brother wrong but he couldn't fake a smile with his family, he wasn't in the proper mood for a heavy spar.

But the one he approached wouldn't care about all that. Sen might not have had goals at the moment and had to philosophically figure out why he still fights but Shinkirō had a mind all his own and his reasons for fighting, whatever they were, wouldn't allow him to take it easy now, even if his brother was in a bit of a gloomy state.

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[DATuchiha]

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Open pasture, surrounded by varying sized trees and other earthen aspects. 50x50m in circumstance. Starting 10 meters apart initially.

“Father, I can’t help but wonder why me.--- Why did you leave this burden on my shoulders? How did you expect me to become a man, when the one I inspired to become left me.”

I found myself asking such questions each diurnal. A life without regret was nothing more than a rarity, and like the vast majority of the world, I allowed such trifling complications to exhaust all hope. No, that was wrong. There was someone who hadn’t abandoned me, I just didn’t give him the credit he truly deserved. “Heh,” I couldn’t stop it—that seemingly acerbic titter emerged without an obstruction to silence it. Self-seeking and depressive, my goals of becoming strong were carried on the back of another. My brother, Tokomaru Sen; we shared the same rank, but by no means was our stature equal.

The wind danced across the Tsuchi no kuni land with a subtle invitation. Invisible hands touching against the dark fabric of the boy’s attire; the russet girdle hugging his chest as the steel warrant which linked him to his village shimmered brightly in the sun casted overhead. Through the breaks in the leaves and limbs above, the heaven smiled down with a tender loving kiss, one that warmed the side of the Genin’s face.

“Hey, Nii-san,” without turning his head, the crackling of emerald blades suggested the arrival of his brother. After a few steps in attempts to infiltrate his southern flank, Shinkirō moved little; his near indiscernible sway provoked by the passing breeze. “ Let’s get started; we don’t have all day!” shouting with a controlled temper, he would turn around quickly, one fluid motion carrying his frame to a position where he could look upon the raven-haired Shinobi face-to-face. It had been quite some time since the two shared one another’s company outside of their manor. Needless to say, the younger of the two was brash; more piqued then his older counterpart. He was ready.

Looking on with calm eyes, the sheer essence of concentration exuded from his posture as his hands quickly came together in the attempt to conjure a melody of seals¹. Prepared for an interruption, the steel masked by navy blue bark² awaited unbridling. Their bite always overshadowed the boy’s bark, afterall. (“Don’t go easy on me, Nii-san”) musing to himself, vigilant optics and readied muscles awaited the ensuing battle.

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Monkey see monkey do. He approached casually enough with his hands in his pockets but the moment he saw Shinkirō's hand merge his instincts kicked in and his will to fight was turned on. He wasn't a adolescent like his brother, but he was still young in his own right. They had stepped into a zone of competition and in that zone his brother labeled himself an active threat when he started those seals. Sen's own hands crashed together in one formation of 'fingers aligned with more fingers' after another his own chakra following the creation process and dispensing itself to create his jutsu.¹ He had no real way to know what kind of jutsu was coming for him aside from the slight fact that it might be Doton based, but in the end Shinkirō was in the same boat, the only prominant question at this moment was, who would finish first?

In the back of his mind he always suspected that one day Shinkirō would hit him with Yōton jutsu while he wasn't looking it seemed less and less likely the older they got. Still, him not having the Kekkei Touta as his big brother didn't make him less of a warrior. It just left the two with very different Jutsu repertoire and through extension of that two different fighting styles although sometimes tactics did tend to overlap. They would both give it their all, and they would hold no grudges. Now, like plenty of times in the past they traded blows for a reason. Even if they didn't both know what their reasons are. Sometimes it was because they wouldn't get missions so sparring kept their skills sharp, other times it was because they wanted to show off new skills to one another. Even rarely they fought to settle serious disputes between the two of them, it was just something brothers did even in the cases where there were such gaps in ages. Sen wasn't sure of which one this was but he didn't much need to know that to know how to fight back.

Spitting out a lava covered rock¹ on the ground he took a final gaze from his peripherals to mark the land mentally before the real fighting kicked off.

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Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Youton Kekkei Touta
Range: 0 - 50 meters
Handseals: No
Chakra: High
Special: Allows the user the ability to create, control and move Youton (Lava) chakra of their own for multiple purposes. Can corrode items of equal rank or lower, with the exception of Legendary/Relic types deemed indestructible. Level of corrosion and intensity of lava is determined by highest rank learned, materials of the same rank will take a full turn of contact with lava to dissolve and materials of lower ranked will be melted near-instantly. Finally, highest rank also determines the speed at which the user can control their lava creations.

• D: 10 meters // 1 meter per second
  
• C: 20 meters // 2 mps
  
• B: 30 meters // 3 mps
  
• A: 40 meters // 4 mps
  
• S: 50 meters // 5 mps

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Description: Youton, the marriage of Earth, Fire and Water, yields a new and truly terrifying substance - lava. Birthed from the user's very chakra control and the simultaneous binding of these two substances, the Corrosion Disolvance Factor exists as the user's corrosion gauge. Essentially, as their control over the kekkei touta grows, so will the strength of the corrosion of lava, as well as the size and area of control. In their most basic state, the Youton user is able to summon a fixed amount of Lava within an designated area, and further the birthing by controlling the substance to their will.
Domain: Youton.

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[/color][/sup] Kazan Hai Kichou (Volcanic Ash Screen)⁵⁰
Rank: C
Type: Defensive / Youton Kekkei Touta
Range: 0-50 Meters
Chakra: Mid
Special: The area which the screen covers depends on the highest “Fushokuzai” rank known. The screen can be blown away by a Fuuton jutsu of rank C or higher.
Description: The users employs youton in a different manner with Kazan Hai Kichou. He spits forth a ball of lava-covered rock incapable of causing any damage. A thin layer of chakra prevents the lava from immediately burning the rock. Upon contacting any sort of surface the force causes the ball to erupt by breaking the protective layer of chakra, and immediately spreads a layer of volcanish ash in the area by allowing the heat to disintegrate the rock. The breaking of the chakra layer not only allows the two substances to connect, but creates an energetic burst which spreads the volcanic ash. The range which it spreads Depends on Fushokuzai. The ash screen is thick, difficult to see through, but causes no damage aside from slight irritation to the lungs should the ash be inhaled, easily prevented by holding ones breath. Kazan Hai Kichou is not an offensive technique but serves as cover for an escape or as means to support subtlety.
Domain: Youton, Fushokuzai: Rank C[/ul][/li][/ul]
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With a baritone laughter projected through the ash Sen darted in the opposite direction yelling back over his shoulder. "We'll have to save it for next time, I was late for a good reason. We've got work to do, meet me back at the manor in one hour. ....Don't be a minute late Shinkirō" He almost didn't make it out of the last sentence without exploding in laughter. "Trust me, you're gonna owe me big for this one little brother."

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[DATuchiha]

Sighing almost in disappoint, the young Shinobi closed all ties to his aggression, allowing his technique to subside as his chakras calmed. As his brother soon vanished, the younger shinobi followed suit, escaping into the woods quietly as he made his way back to the manor. Hopefully whatever was important enough to halt their battle was worth the venture back home.

exit

[~Kohana <3]

Wow. Really short

Tae- 23
Sen- 20