Post by matsumoto-kun on Sept 7, 2015 7:37:24 GMT -8
To describe the situation would have only hindered the fluidity of it all. Within instants the waves of conflict had ebbed and flowed in a manner that one of any reasonable command of their senses would be able to describe as eloquent. Of course, those who had no appreciation for these sorts of situations might find them disgusting. As blood spilled and bodies fell, there was a magnificence that seemed to follow. The stretching of ligaments and the compounding of muscles in order to convey an image of might and feasible power became clear as the attacker would fall to his knees in an almost instant respite from the very man he had hoped to destroy. It was a marvelous spectacle of the human condition. A test that had proved to yield results of the most certain outcome:
All men are savages.
The light patter against the top of his head would give cause for Ushinawa would raise one of the umbrellas he had purchased to the sky. After the incident at the gates of Kirigakure there was little left for the shinobi to have done during his trip back to Kaze no Kuni. He had accomplished his mission without issue. Akira had made it to the gates of Kirigakure. Of course, with that mission there seemed to be a lingering shadow of doubt in which Ushinawa still struggled with. Had he been there, might she have survived? Had he been there, might she have known how much he admired her? Had he been there, might he have been able to express his feelings for her? None of it really mattered anymore. However, no matter how many times he would seem to forget about it, there would be yet another view of the ocean to remind him of her. She had embodied it, and thusly, the various pellets of rain which fell upon him would be yet another facet of her memory. Of course, much like his heart, he shielded his exposure to this memory with whatever tools he could find.
Soon the blood and rain would mix at the feet of the young man who had defended himself from attack. What once might have been a pool of his attacker's essential fluid had now become an odd design of splatters. Observing the struggle from a few yards away, Ushinawa's eyes would direct themselves directly onto the body of the man dressed in white. They appeared to be nearly exact opposites in appearance. A yang to his yin. Clearly possessing enough skill to manifest a killing intent of that intensity, it was obvious that this boy had skill far beyond the normal man. Perusing his body he would search for any sort of insignia which might direct him to this boy's origin. If he was ever to discover his feelings for Akira, he would first need to discover what happened at those gates.