wounded healer [sharingan advancement]
Jul 22, 2012 14:08:28 GMT -8
Post by KEITH on Jul 22, 2012 14:08:28 GMT -8
Whoa—this guy was strong. It would seem as if his body wasn't just all for looks, and he might be somewhat as intimidating as his appearance would likely be perceived to someone. Though, it wasn't like Kouetsu was some small and tiny shinobi, he was large with a muscular frame, though not like that of his opponent. It would seem as if he had managed to stop his attack before it would have become fatal for him, and to boot, he would send a thunderous kick to his abdominal, which booted him up and away from the man.
Though, he would only fly back three meters away from him and two meters into the air, where the shinobi would perform a successful backflip in the air to land, as the male would be removing the wooden swords from his abdominal, and tossing them into the flames. What a jerk, now he had to run over there to get them, like he couldn't just, ever so nicely, toss them back to him. But that was fine, because the weapons which he had abandoned hadn't been so far away from him, the blades which were once prepared to go against him would aid him. He would use his foot to kick his axe up into the air, and retrieving it with his right hand, watching as his foe would look up at him, with crimson hues.
Was this the prized ability of that clan—the Uchiha? He hadn't know that much about it, but it would seem as if he was of the Uchiha clan, since he had now accessed their unique ability, the Sharingan. He had known that his foe couldn't possibly take much more physically, even if he did use these new powers of his. He just had to simply put this man down, or at least get him out of his way, for he was no challenge at all for Kouetsu, even though he didn't believe he was strong."Those eyes of yours—how much hate do they carry?"
Kouetsu would ask the one who was his foe; he would think that those of the Uchiha, who had possessed these scarlet colored, demonic eyes, were those of people who carried some type of hatred within their hearts. Either it was toward themselves or something else in the world. They were people who were unfortunately bound by an ill-fate. What was this man's next move?
He would have to watch carefully, to make sure he didn't slip up. The battle aura he could feel emitting from his opponent was nothing less of a demonic beast.Doton Ryuuken: S-rank, 50 meters.
