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From the corner of his eyes, Ryūsuke could see his body being dined upon by Miyako’s eyes. In truth, he didn’t mind and after last night, he didn’t bother with concealing his bare appearance from her. In reality, he was more concerned with how she felt about him using her living quarters as an open changing booth. She didn’t retaliate verbally or physically, save for her bottom lip nibbled in sexual distress; a sensation he had seen numerous times over since spending the last several hours with the woman, he relished in it when she expressed her appreciation and anticipation for him, after all.

Finally allowing the beater to fit firmly along his body, hugging the shape of his torso perfectly, he patted himself down, now equipped for what was to come. Meanwhile, Miyako rushed to her kitchen, grabbing a number of items and hosting it in a picnic basket. In truth, he had already planned something quite similar, but who was the man to simply ruin her level of security? “That’s considerate.” He commented, walking up behind her once more, wrapping his strong arms around the woman’s waist and pulling her back only slightly, still giving her ample room to pack while enjoying his comfort dually.

Giving her however long she needed to complete the Basket, he’d then pick it up with his left hand, his right fastened around her hand and soon he made haste towards the door. “Are you ready?” He charming grin subsequent his words, the Uchiha was ready to invite her to a day of wonders; planned during the early hours of the new day. It wasn’t everyday he had such luxury time to himself and while he knew other things needed to be done, there was always tomorrow. For now, living in the moment and with Miyako took precedence over all.

Accepting the kiss and window show without dithering, Ryūsuke smiled, patting her on the rear as she left, in one of those “good game” type of ways. Normally, women were opposed to spending the day outside, and while still ignorant to how she was feeling physically (Ignorant to the work he put down), the Uchiha was more pleased that she would go along merrily. As she exited the room, Ryūsuke watched her leave, his bottom lip bitten as he sighed in relief; looking down at his lengthened accompliace and shaking his head. One day, it would be the death of him, that thing he was force to carry around. When out of sight, he stood up, reaching over to one of the bags on the table.

Having stopped by his home an hour prior to returning, the man had gathered himself a change of clothes: Sporting shorts, shoes (stylish but for athletic use) and a wife-beater. Maybe he had enough time with her changing so he decided to do the same—in the open. Quickly did he remove his shirt, revealing his chiseled upper body, followed by his pants, showcasing something mammoth as he attempted to place his shorts on. He struggled a little bit, slipping on his sock, which allowed Miyako to slip beneath his sensory organ. As she entered, she’d find her blue eyes resting upon a half-naked Ryūsuke, as his jewels rested upon the brim of his shorts, just sitting there as his eyes veered upwards.

Gulping once, he attempted to think of an excuse; ‘I was changing?, Honest, though odd, so instead, he simply went with the conventional tool, a reply. “Its perfect” He exclaimed, in a low tone with a smile as he pulled his shorts up finally, and stood in the open; still shirtless as he reached to grab the material to fix that as well. Something about him seemingly had him off his feet, so clumsy was the Uchiha.

“Oh, I’m fine. Though, it’s a shame they had to die.” He exclaimed, not looking directly at the Kunochi as he knelt down, picking up the series of bodies; though not before raiding their corpses in attempts to pocket whatever they had. These Shinobi, while foolish, had somewhat fo a plan, and maybe this plan was dependent on funding? Maybe they carried around Ryō—he’d give Naiya a portion of course if this was true. Meanwhile, after doing so, he found himself carrying the Hyūga, the Aburame, and lugged one of the twins over his shouldr, leaving the Kaguya with only a single body to harness. “We should take these back to the village and give them to their respective clans for a proper burial. It’s the least we can do for taking their lives” And with that, did the Uchiha disappear into the Hidden Leaf. They would meet up once more, though as of right now, all he wanted to do was help these departed souls and pray that they’d be given grace by the all-mighty despite their sins.

--Attempted Loot (??)
--Exit

His hands would come together, attempting to form a short string of seals as she advanced;

So she decided to finally stop lollygagging? Perfect, the Uchiha mused, his eyes stalking every tension in her muscles and just as quickly, meting out the information upon completing the final seal to his technique. Ox, Rabbit and finally Monkey—these three infinitesimal handseals came together, empowering the hand of the Uchiha as the Hyūga closed in quickly—her feet seemingly off the ground as she held her weapon so defensively. The blue-haired Shinobi noticed the swelling of chakra within her clenched fist, but bothered with it little considering her impatient conduct would be the end of this dispute, regardless.

Deep blue coated his hand as she zeroed in, did his arm reach out—a beam of light extending outwards immediately with the intention of piercing the Hokage directly through the center of her chest cavity; such a murderous attack was oddly enough, welcomed with the refined chirping of birds.

Electricity coated his hand, and swiveled through the stream of chakra produced by his Chidori Eisou in attempts to impact before her feet even touched the ground (within the Eisou’s range), pinning her in place well before she could execute whatever devious plan she had in mind. The technique was hazardous, and exhausted quite the amount of chakra; nonetheless, it would be the Armageddon which would advance him to whatever succeeded this bout, and the end of Kohana’s days in this tournament. I’m so sorry,—quite certain his blade would sever the ties between the Hyūga and life, his countermeasure was still well in pursuit. Nonetheless, such actions wouldn’t be needed for through his eyes, he could see all, follow her movements, and finally—come to the conclusion that this would end regardless of what happened.

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Chakra Expended: High ² Mid ¹⁰ Low ⁴

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1. Chidori (One Thousand Birds)
Rank: A
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Type: Offensive
Handseals: 3
Chakra Consumption: High
One of the rare techniques within the shinobi world involving both shape and nature manipulation, Chidori is a Raiton based ninjutsu developed for the purpose of ensured assassination purposes. Activating the body to focus chakra to the hand, the user's hand become enveloped by an electrical force. This force is their chakra altered in nature to an electrical current. By altering the shape of the force, similar to an electrical discharge, they can decide the power and range of the attack. After concentrating all the chakra into the arm, the user rushes forward in order to use the power of the thrust from the chakra to pierce any object with the extended forearm. Due to the high speed, the force emits a sound like a thousand birds chirping which gave the technique its name.

Note: Pierces through barriers 'A' rank and below, and instantly paralyzes the victim's body upon impact for the remainder of the turn it was used, presuming the strike doesn't kill the victim.

Chidori Eisou (Thousand Birds Sharp Spear)
Rank: A
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m)
Type: Offensive
Handseals: -
Chakra Consumption: High
The second variation of Chidori involves a similar extension of the original charge, but this time, in a more concentrated, linear fashion. On a whim the user is able to shape their Raiton Chakra to form an extending spear of pure lightning, aiming to pierce whatever it is they are aiming at. The best part? This spear takes on Chidori's characteristics, including it's ability to cut through anything which stands in its path, allowing the lightning sword to strike its target with ease. Finally, this variation is similar to Chidori Nagashi in that it causes the target to go numb from the excessive electrical charge.

When she spoke of him being—and truthfully—the best she had ever had, Ryūsuke almost choked on the small stub of pork in his mouth. It was cute, and while potentially life-threatening, he quickly passed the phase which would have placed him in a casket, again. The man wasn’t a novice to sex, and had explored several women before; all who of which expressed thankfulness in the night they shared with him. Nonetheless, after hearing her words, and giving the night itself some intuitive thinking, he came to the conclusion that it was mutual—her ability to work the muscles and mind of this man hadn’t been predated, nor succeeded. Dangerously enough, he felt something more profound when they touched.

Mimicking her actions (even without his sharingan), a glass of coffee soon found its contents drowning down the man’s throat. Sadly, he didn’t realize how hot it was. “Awwwwwwww!” He cringed, jumping from his seat, hopping around as if several thousand red ants festered upon his skin as his tongue wagged from his mouth—somewhat like a dehydrated dog. “Hewt…hewt” His words muffled and distorted, the man soon gathered himself as his eyes leveled with Miyako; his posture once wild and spontaneous gradually declining into a slouched stance.

“Aiii helt duh hame aye” I felt the same way, how easily a partially swollen, parched tongue could skew a sentence. His eyes were worn, and his facial expression, attempting to hold some charm while pain was visible. Ah, he was such a klutz, and it didn’t help he humiliated himself in front of Miyako. And all over what? A complimenting aimed towards his masterful aptitude within the bedroom? What a dork; a cute dork, though.

The manner in which she accepted the small portion of food reminded the man of their night together: Carnal, passionate, and provoking. If she noticed her approach, it mattered little; being conscious and mindful or simply ignorant to something so enthralling didn’t change the fact that a certain area of the man’s body spiked beneath the table frenziedly. Those fabled Morning woods that a man didn’t want showcasing unless behind closed doors with a woman, the Uchiha fidgeted in discomfort. Turning his head away from her, attempting to ease his mind and, other head, he crossed his legs as he sighed in relief. If only she knew, taking a sip of coffee he also purchased, Ryūsuke didn’t want to make it awkward, so he returned his sights to the woman.

“Oh? Well, I guess its natural?” He replied with a soft laughter, taking another sip of his drink as he attempted to disguise the blush along his cheeks manifested by her comment. Charming was something he had been called for quite some time, and his charisma became all the more apparent during his times as the Leader of the Hidden Leaf. He was charismatic and commanding—as a leader—and everyone was aware of this. Nonetheless, it seemed more genuine when coming from this particular woman. Everything seemed richer when it came from her mouth, of course.

Eating more, watching Miyako do the same, he couldn’t help but to smile at her. She had such energy, but spoke of being exhausted just moments ago; food was definitely something he could do after nights like those in the near future. “About last night--- I enjoyed it.” Ryūsuke exclaimed again, taking a bite of a piece of toast as he turned his eyes upon the blonde beauty. Simply thinking of last night didn’t do well in alleviating the sexual frustration that flustered out of control below, though it made him content knowing he was allied back into her home after something so physical.

“Knocked out?” He murmured in confusion, his eyes veering upwards towards the ceiling in attempts to take him from reality and gather his thoughts. A ditzy thing to do, really, especially after preforming the way he did last night. Nonetheless, these were the things that were unique to his character. He didn’t know everything, he simply acted on impulse; his lifestyle was bordered by morality and instinct, nothing more and nothing less. It took him a moment, and the furtherance of her comment, to truly understand what she meant. This alone allowed a tint of rose to highlight his lightly-tanned cheeks. Trying at first, he soon took it for what it was meant to be—a compliment.

Smiling, he laughed lightly, allowing her to kiss his lips, extending it deeper. Before pulling away, he allowed one hand to slide up her side, soon testing a single strand of blonde that hung over her eye as he moved it aside; all the while still peering into her deep ocean blue eyes. “Oooooh~ I thought you meant I hurt you.” He possibly did, in the right way, her posture was rather lax and she still seemed somewhat drained; maybe he overexerted himself? Shaking his head to his own thoughts, Miyako would see everything he did, and possibly come to the conclusion that he was lost in thought, though he snapped out of it soon enough.

“Ah, yes—breasfast. I got Miso Soup, Natto, Nori, Tamagoyaki, Broiled Fish and loads more.” He expressed cheerfully, sliding from her arms and dressing the table with the many dishes he purchased while out. “I didn’t know what you enjoyed eating, so I got a little of everything. This way I can get an idea of what to get next time?” Did he just say what he thought he did? Yes, next time. After last night, he couldn’t see himself simply leaving for good; it wasn’t within his character nor did his heart favor doing that to Miyako or himself.