Recreation II [M][T]
May 31, 2011 1:36:54 GMT -8
Post by ♠Solo♠ on May 31, 2011 1:36:54 GMT -8
The group watched in awe, wondering, waiting, calculating and plotting exactly what the kid had planned in his head. They watched him take his stance in front of the beam, as though he were actually going to turn the ridiculously large beam to firewood. Even some of the wandering villagers stopped mid task, as though Tensa were performing a circus act. All was void in the young shinobi's world. Those people didn't exist to him. His concentration build. The chakra now flowing wildly through his palms like rushing water.
He struck.
An incredibly loud thud was heard. To trained eyes, chakra could be seen expelling from his palms and being forced through the beam. Everyone's expression remained blank, as though they were expecting some miracle to happen. Birds were disturbed from their nesting and flew away from the racket he had made. White eyes gazed upon a beam that suffered nothing more than a large crack, and a series of smaller ones. He grit his teeth as he lifted his palm to see his work.
"Once more." he told himself, assuming the same position he had taken before. This time he wouldn't wait for the crowd to view him. It was for good reason, as most people stopped looking on. It was like watching God perform a failed miracle. Disappointment crept along the worker's faces. He wasn't in need for attention from the crowd, however. All he needed was to know that it was possible and that he could achieve the task.
He gathered chakra in his palms once more, preparing another strike. With the first time only having had been seconds before the second attempt, he regained the focus he previously obtained. With immense force he brought his palm back down onto the beam. This time there were more devastating results.
He struck.
An incredibly loud thud was heard. To trained eyes, chakra could be seen expelling from his palms and being forced through the beam. Everyone's expression remained blank, as though they were expecting some miracle to happen. Birds were disturbed from their nesting and flew away from the racket he had made. White eyes gazed upon a beam that suffered nothing more than a large crack, and a series of smaller ones. He grit his teeth as he lifted his palm to see his work.
"Once more." he told himself, assuming the same position he had taken before. This time he wouldn't wait for the crowd to view him. It was for good reason, as most people stopped looking on. It was like watching God perform a failed miracle. Disappointment crept along the worker's faces. He wasn't in need for attention from the crowd, however. All he needed was to know that it was possible and that he could achieve the task.
He gathered chakra in his palms once more, preparing another strike. With the first time only having had been seconds before the second attempt, he regained the focus he previously obtained. With immense force he brought his palm back down onto the beam. This time there were more devastating results.