The Sun was finishing its cycle in the sky and falling back towards the ground, turning the misty sky of kiri orange and red, showing the embodiment of the bloody mist. Zevas had started his walk towards the kiri training grounds, reached them, and continued past that. He didnt want to leave unidentifiable scorch marks on the ground and pillars in the area. The air grew a little thicker, and the sky grew darker with each passing moment. Zevas knew he needed to hurry.
Zevas had reached his destination. It was an abandoned area, filled with broken down houses, markets, and carts. Some people still scattered through the area, looking for possible loot or materials. Zevas walked a little further, to a particular spot that he liked to train in. It was secluded and he was able to set up targets and dummies, being surrounded by broken down buildings. Zevas had previously set up multiple dummies, set up in a random pattern that had came to mind.
Zevas had come up with an idea for a new jutsu that would help him in a pinch, in case he had no weapons. Zevas looked around, making sure no one was around, then started gathering chakra into his hand. The chakra started to form then just dispersed in bright red particles. Zevas cursed, swinging his arm, shaking it at the ground. He tried again, concentrating harder, the chakra forming, then shooting up into the sky. Zevas sneered, then opened his eyes, looking around and listening for any noises. There was no one around.
The sky had darkened even more, and with the lack of sun the air had cooled, causing mist to rise from the ground, making the air even thicker. Zevas sighed, he needed to find out a way to get the jutsu to work or he would have to go home. His clan's element seemed to cut through the mist like butter, leaving empty spaces. It was almost surreal the way the mist refilled the holes. Zevas looked at his hand again. He had to somehow contain the chakra that emitted from his hand. Thats when an idea struck Zevas and he face palmed himself for his stupidity.
Zevas closed his hand, keeping a hole inside the grip, as if he was holding a weapon. He focused chakra into his hand again, and he could see his a glow start to come from his fist. Chakra shot out of both ends, forming two small rods on either side of his fist. Zevas cursed, as it was a step forward but it wasnt the desired effect. He opened his hand, meaning to grab with his other on one half to shorten one side of the rod and increase the other. Not a moment later after he opened his hand the rod disappeared. Zevas stomped on the ground and flipped off his hand, cursing at it.
Zevas tried again, this time focusing the chakra more towards the top of his hand. This time the rod shot from the top of his hand, and Zevas held it. He could feel the chakra pulsating in his hands, and he was sure if he let go it would disperse again. The blade glowed with intense light and heat. Zevas looked around, not seeing anyone, so he was still in the clear. He continued to hold the blade, and turned to look at the dummies.
Zevas swung at the first, the blade singing the weak would as he just scraped it. He wanted to see the effects. Then he swung again, this time aiming for a crossed downward swing, cutting part of the dummy off. The wood burned from the heat, until the glow faded and the wood was scorched. Zevas smiled, looking at the rest of the dummies, and then got to work.
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Zevas had reached his destination. It was an abandoned area, filled with broken down houses, markets, and carts. Some people still scattered through the area, looking for possible loot or materials. Zevas walked a little further, to a particular spot that he liked to train in. It was secluded and he was able to set up targets and dummies, being surrounded by broken down buildings. Zevas had previously set up multiple dummies, set up in a random pattern that had came to mind.
Zevas had come up with an idea for a new jutsu that would help him in a pinch, in case he had no weapons. Zevas looked around, making sure no one was around, then started gathering chakra into his hand. The chakra started to form then just dispersed in bright red particles. Zevas cursed, swinging his arm, shaking it at the ground. He tried again, concentrating harder, the chakra forming, then shooting up into the sky. Zevas sneered, then opened his eyes, looking around and listening for any noises. There was no one around.
The sky had darkened even more, and with the lack of sun the air had cooled, causing mist to rise from the ground, making the air even thicker. Zevas sighed, he needed to find out a way to get the jutsu to work or he would have to go home. His clan's element seemed to cut through the mist like butter, leaving empty spaces. It was almost surreal the way the mist refilled the holes. Zevas looked at his hand again. He had to somehow contain the chakra that emitted from his hand. Thats when an idea struck Zevas and he face palmed himself for his stupidity.
Zevas closed his hand, keeping a hole inside the grip, as if he was holding a weapon. He focused chakra into his hand again, and he could see his a glow start to come from his fist. Chakra shot out of both ends, forming two small rods on either side of his fist. Zevas cursed, as it was a step forward but it wasnt the desired effect. He opened his hand, meaning to grab with his other on one half to shorten one side of the rod and increase the other. Not a moment later after he opened his hand the rod disappeared. Zevas stomped on the ground and flipped off his hand, cursing at it.
Zevas tried again, this time focusing the chakra more towards the top of his hand. This time the rod shot from the top of his hand, and Zevas held it. He could feel the chakra pulsating in his hands, and he was sure if he let go it would disperse again. The blade glowed with intense light and heat. Zevas looked around, not seeing anyone, so he was still in the clear. He continued to hold the blade, and turned to look at the dummies.
Zevas swung at the first, the blade singing the weak would as he just scraped it. He wanted to see the effects. Then he swung again, this time aiming for a crossed downward swing, cutting part of the dummy off. The wood burned from the heat, until the glow faded and the wood was scorched. Zevas smiled, looking at the rest of the dummies, and then got to work.
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