The boney red light[spar; No kill]

Once again the boy who had the troubled lively old living with his drunk father made his way to the fields of the Great Plains. A field near that of the boats that lead to the village hidden in the mist. The dark area only blossomed as the sun rose from its ashes and shined its bright light on the area. Sitting high up in the sky and smiling at the world. The boy who had a legacy to live up to say in the field as he waited for an opponent from the village of the mist to show up. Sora sat there with his eyes closed as per usual and his hands folded up. The boy had nothing to hide and nothing to hold back. He jus wanted to master a few things in the day he was supposed to be meeting his father soon. "One two three. Three fucking losers who won't even look my way what the fuck happened to the bloody mist. To think I asked for a spar from a bunch of ninja that fear the ninja of the village of lightning. Fucking scared cunts!" Sora would say as he watched a boat arrive at the docks. As many mist ninja made their way off the boat and walked past the young boy. None of them seemed to want a piece of the son of the raikage. It was quite lame to watch. Sora becomeing irritated at the fact. Glaring at the boat as his hopes flared for a person to appear out of the boat and accept the challenge. In his eyes, which seemed to be squinted to the point not everyone could see his curse that set upon him. The Uchiha curse as his eyes spun slowly the one Tomoe had been seen at random times the boy had been in his normal state of clothing. Nothing to wear it had seemed as he had no shut on the pale sickly white body of his. His ribs were easily seen by all the people who saw him. His pants had been a bit baggy, in the color of black with two pockets. That not counting the ones that held his weapons and material. Which he did not had much of. The boys shoes had been blue like any other ninja's shoes. His feet covered in the white texture of the socks. The boys black hair had been matter down by the hoodie he wore over his head and on his arms. The boy had been a strange one and seemed to be one to not have much longer to live. A boy so naive and blind to the world. The wind from the sky blew into his face as he closed his eyes and waited for it to past. Almost as if it had been signaling the entering of something new in his life. The winds of fate that brought in new competitions to the land of the ninja. Sora smiled a bit as he could smell the mans arrival as soon as he stepped foot on to the grounds of the ninja world.

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The docks that seemed so peacfull and nice. Would soon be lifted by the feeling of a cold hearted killer. The day that seemed so normal then others, would change in a instant. A young boy sat at the docks asking for a spar, the people of the mist not giving him a time of day. But this, this would change. A boy known only by the pure fact his father is a Kage, though to Daniel this changed absolutly nothing to him. The wheater began to drasticly change, wind began to sworm into the small area that the boy sat inside of. The clouds above began to swirl and grow thick. As they did they grew over head, soon began the roll of thunder. A small spec of rain fell, and was followed by a crashing bolt of light that would blind everyone in the area for a split second. As soon as the lighting bolt had hit, a man stood where the grass was singed by the heat of the lightning. His body stood a 6 feet, 3 inchs, his long silver hair draped over his horned head Band. His cloak reaching all the way down past his knees, with a large katana that layed across his back. His feet and arms covered by a black cloth that ((As seen in my SIG)). Daniel had arrived into the area, his chakra level high enough to be felt by any shinobi that was near him.

Daniel stood with his left shoulder facing the boy. As soon as his body could be recongnized the rain began to fall, hard. Lightning insued the air, followed by bellowing thunder that shook that ground. Daniel simply turned his body facing the young boy he spoke out, " I have been watching you boy, if it is a spar you want. Then i am here... Attack." Daniels voice seemed low, and stern. The fact is that anyone could know this young man was no weak shinobi. Daniel stepped forward, as he did a bolt of lightning insued striking the waters near by, his face lit up by the brightness of the bolt his face could not be seen due to his black mask covering his face. Daniel quickly stopped about 5 meters from the boy. He held his right hand to the, his palm facing the boy. A hole inside of his black glove was quickly engulfed by a white "Goo" the goo quickly poured out into his palm and as it did it began to extend. Extending upwards and downwards, it quickly began to morph into the shape of a 5 foot long katana. The hilt began to form in Daniels palm, and the blade coming out of it was 5 feet long, the hilt was 7 inchs long. Making the whole blade almost 6 feet long in total. As the blade was finished forming, Daniels hand wrapped around it. The once "Goo" became solid, and was hard as Carbon Steel. One of the hardest known substances known to man. Daniels arm dropped as his light blue eyes, almost silver gazed at his new opponent. Waiting for him to do somthing, Daniel was now ready for a fight, and so should the boy.

1,060/4,000

WC:538

As sora's eyes stayed closed to the eventful rain falling high from the sky to drop on for he face of the boy. The drop making his forehead set as his eye brow raised up. "It's raining....." He would utter only to open his eyes after what had been a strike of lightning occur. A man had appeared unto the boy. Thinking to himself as he analyzed the man from his feet to his odd mask he said. "Well hot damn. I think I pulled out just to much for my little body to fight. I guess I could try him out for a while." He said as he felt the large chakra that seemed to pour from the mans body almost as if he had been over flowing with chakra. Sora would growl a little at the mans flashy appearance. As he spoke with a stern voice. "What the hell...." He'd utter as he'd stand up on his two feet and back away about 2 meters. As the goo that flowed from his hands hardened and made a bone like katana. Sora could do nothing more but to smile at this mans spectacular show of his powers. Sora's smile became bright again as his eyes began to part and show his own bloodline. One that had been know for its curse in the lives of humanity. The Uchiha bloodline in his body that had no time to complete itself. "Alright but I must say that you seem to be a very strong ninja so I'd like to ask a big favor from you. My power has yet to settle and my speed isn't at it's best so please hold back as much as you can with your chakra and I presume your speed as well. Thanks..... Mister." Sora said as he cracked his knuckles and his neck.

Sora, after a small preparation, couldn't help but stare at the once goo now hard bone structure that appeared in the hands of the man. It had actually almost made him laugh a bit from the way it was made with the hole and the white goo. But it had not been the best time to crack jokes while his opponent waited for his move. Sora smiled as he watched the ground and the drops of water fall to wetten up the ground. This obviously making things harder for them both. As sora began to crotch down to his fighting position. With one hand on the ground, the being his right hand, and the left hand twisted to touch the bottom part of his back. His legs low enough to cause his body to be 2 inches from the ground. The muddy ground. This had been one of the few places that had the potential to be a marsh in the world, as it had been right under two hills which gathered up tons of water through rain fall. But that had been beside the point. The shirtless boy would begin with a one hand stand, as he took his right hand and grabbed on to enough mud to reach into the mans mask. Pushing off the ground he landed 2 meters from the man. As his right hand went flyin toward the mans face only to let loose the wad of mud. As the mud would fly. The boy would start up his plan, grabbing hold of the boney sword and using it as a guide to reach the man face which had been high in the sky compared to the boy. As he used the heel of his foot to strike at the man's shin under the large robe figure he wore.

1134/4000 my word count.

Daniel stood looking at his opponent. Quickly watching him as he gripped Daniels blade, and threw the mud. Daniel simply lowered his head to the side and the mud flew past his head. Daniel simply lifted his leg as his opponents heel came flying into Daniels shin. Daniel wasnt fazed by the strike, and he lifted his arm up where the boy was holding onto his blade. Daniels left hand came up and quickly moving at almost a blur came flying down twords the boys face. If the strike were to connect it would send him flying back about 10 meters due to Daniels strength. But this wasnt it, as the boy held Daniels blade he quickly rushed chakra into it making it form back into the goo.

So where the boy was holding was nothing but liquid bone. From this daniel could only assume that he would quickly loose his grip, and with Daniels fist flying at his face the strike would catch him in his motion of falling from having no where to hold. The sound of thunder filled the air as Daniel quickly did this, lightning in the air became more rapid, almost making the sky turn into a strobe light.

The bolts filled the air, and the rain began to fall harder. The sky turning almost pitch black, it was a huge turn of events. The people that were once walking past the boy were now standing around watching the fight between the Jounin and the Chunnin. The boy had made a good attempt to attack, but this ill-faded attempt would back fire against him. If the strike would land Daniel would stand there and his blade only turned into liquid to the point of where his opponent grabbed onto it. Soon the blade would fill back in and grow back to its full length. Daniel made so that there was no sharp edges on the blade. It was a dull blade that when would hit wouldnt slice but instead slam into his opponent as if it were a bat or a blunt object.

Sora would simply take the hit as he flew back ten meters. He began to bleed from his nose and cry a little as he stood back up from the wet ground. He didn't want to show to much of his emotion as he began to also fill rage in his heart. He turned around and looked at the forest as he ran away. Yelling he said "I'm sorry I've got to go. My father will be looking for me." He said as he ran off into the dark forest. As he left the man behind he began to run through the fires in a panic. He was crying actually crying as he couldn't feel what the power that the man had true oh been using. It had only taken a glance for the boy to notice that the an was more then the boy could handle. He had only made up such a lie to get out if the fight and return home. He needed time to train and he stronger before he was to take on such a powerful being ate the man from kiri. But certainly that had not been the last of the man that the boy would see as he walked home from a long fight.

Running at that of a slow speed and not allowing for anything to come into his view. Not allowing anything to distract him from what he truely wanted. He had no time for the petty games the shinobi world had begun to play on him. What had the boy wanted most. 'If I want my life back in order. I've got to find him and her. My true loves.' he would think to himself as a vine which had taken its time to grow from the ground over the years of its trees birth, appeared and looped. Lopped back into the ground for its parents to feed it his food. What more could it have done other then trip sora Ametsuchi And laugh as he would face plant into the ground. As per usual Sora would growl and start to hit the ground. The thing that sora wanted most was to get up off the ground. Falling the day he heard of the truth of his mother's death. He fell and hit the ground so hard he changed from that boy who had everything and gave everyone everything. He wanted to make everyone happy and bring joy to the world. The boy who had begun to stand back up had still been on the ground. Why come to the conclusion that the world had to feel his pain for him to show exactly how he felt when his parents were learned to be murdered. No one truly knew how the boys mind worked except for himself.

As he would start running again through the field he wouldn't take a break from his new goal. Though he had begun to get tired and began to breathe heavily. As he had now begun to run instead of jogging this time. In a sense this had showen how aeon had been truly running from that incident. The day of the death. And the thoughts it brought back. Something that could have led to the true reason of his aggressive motions to the shinobi of his time. Each step he made crushed the hopes and dreams of the small things that laid there. Why was it so hard to accept the death of his parent at the age of seven and still had no need to take care of the child that they left behind, with his father being a drunk. His mysterious secret. His love left him and he had to use up the little he had to raise a bird child. Crunch, a noise the had been made as he crushed the bee which had only been searching for pollen to feed the other many plant life that had been crushed under the mans weight of his foot. His speed had slowly been increasing with the small run around the two hundred meter meadow. This had truly been a heart with problems. Sora began to watch the sky as he breath heavily hoping someone had decided to show up for some more fun. Sora had to take his mind off of things.

Sora began to take a walk home as the man who had the power of super humans stayed on his mind. He didn't know what to do but to pout and cry at the fact that he was going to be a loser for the rest of his life. He couldn't cry any more though for he didn't want to meet his father with the tears of a cry baby in his face. As he continued on to the village he had been breathing heavily and couldn't take much of anything at this point. He couldn't understand why all his hard work was gone to waste on the meeting of what had been a Jounin. Had he been a Jounin. Or had he been more the. That I. The eyes of god. Sora cries once more but this time he let the tears fall to the ground.

2003 words done. Mastered Tomoe 1
[ending the spar now. Sorryy. Exit]