Through the Looking Glass [Q]
Sept 4, 2011 19:31:45 GMT -8
Post by Trigga on Sept 4, 2011 19:31:45 GMT -8
This battle had proven asymmetrical the moment the intruder’s heritage had become evident. Eyes lit ablaze with crimson versus the monotonous and seemingly lifeless pale that the opposition took, this was a battle of Dōjutsu. The two strongest eyes battled for enormity and maybe in a different environment—one completely devoid of any obstructions, the Sharingan would have won. Regardless, today in the cloudy country of Mizu no kuni, it seemed the Byakugan proved its worth. A degrading realization for anyone deemed an Uchiha, even if their eyes had fully developed from this point. Needless to say the resolve the scarlet-haired held wouldn’t prove dismissible.
The Kunai swiveled through the air, quickly covering the gap of space between the two in a mere second’s time. A normal individual wasn’t the wielder of such a weapon, but an experienced Shinobi; one who lacked not the bodily strength or precision to claim what was his. Orbs—mature and meticulous could not pass the veil of seemingly omnipresent Suiton chakra. However, luckily for him, he could differentiate the quintessence of typical energies from those transmuted and altered through the series of corporal hand melodies and divine unison. The Sharingan was an effective tool when given proper visual display. However, one had to work with what they had at their disposal.
His calculations however seemed ineptly off, or at least a slight second made a large difference. As the mist finally stripped the Uchiha of his ability to properly see, the sound of puncturing hadn’t occurred, or a grunt for that matter; which signaled a failed execution. This was a disenchantment to him, and while knowing full well this battle wouldn’t be as easy as flinging a single, uncomplimentary strip of crafted metal to seize victory, the thought of who wanted him dead could only run through is mind. Someone obviously had it out for him, and while reasons were unfamiliar at this point, the thought of a puppeteer pulling the string, and hiring such powerful warriors worried the Uchiha.
Regardless, what he could see was the swelling of massive chakras off in the distance. They were furious, and almost pervasively constructed the area on their intense grip. Almond orbs losing their squint as the Uchiha widened in his oculars holistically, the sheer volume of power was overwhelming. He hadn’t felt such power since his encounter with the Bijū, and while not exactly comparable, this new occurrence of energy wasn’t one to be taken lightly. A disruption in the mist itself had occurred as the Hyūga’s energies ran wild and soon, the source vanished from that location!?
His eyes perception settled to his left, nonetheless, finding difficulty in itself as the Hyūga emerged. A powerful strike impending upon the side of the Uchiha. Cecurrently, and as best he could, the scarlet-haired attempted to adjust his frame, allowing the strike to graze off his side as he leant forward. Nonetheless, the force itself was enough alone to fracture a rib or a series. “Arrgh!” He called out, staggering forward and eventually plummeting towards the grass itself, pain settling faster than the boy could have ever imagined. Would this be the end? Crawled up, and body seemingly tensed, the Uchiha’s Sharingan had faded—his destiny was now in the hands of the devilsh man who rested before him. Rolling from side-to-side somewhat, Ryūsuke attempted to ease the pain, but unknowingly only worsened it.