Cracking an Eggshell open (Casual/Closed Hitomi/Rōarku)

Tick tock… Tick tock… - the second hand chimed as it went round a numerous amount of times around the face of the analogous clock sitting on the bed side table, next to it a picture sat facing upward as though it had just been placed down after being viewed. A bare caramel mocha skinned toned arm extended outward and grabbed ahold of the picture, as he laid in the twin sized bed generously provided to him by the people of Konohagakure he held the picture directly above him. The image that the boy viewed was of himself and another with very much the same characteristics, both with an arm around the other and cheering gleefully into the camera, brother's without a doubt but more importantly, twins. This moment which had been frozen in time marked the last smile given by either Puredetā child. Tears began to swell in the eyes of the boy as he reminisced about the days that his brother would be next to him every waking and sleeping moment of the day.


It was a rare feat to get the young Puredetā boy to produce speech since his unwritten vow of silence, as of lately extreme emotion has gone about bringing this out of him, more specifically those revolving around his past and brother. A sigh released from his bronze chest as he sat upright and cocked his head to the side to view out of the only window of the room, though no immediate light filled the room the outside world was still blessed by the presence of the sun as it slowly progressed and transitioned into the night. Deciding that too much idle time had been spent within the confines of his room, Rōarku slipped into his normal attire before sliding back the glass window and exiting his apartment.

Navigating the rooftops of the many residential and business buildings of the streets of Konoha had become routine just to avoid any confrontation, a few complaints about footsteps heard late at night had been reported to the Hokage which then made it to the Foundation's leader, thus the soles of his sandals had been laced with chakra to muffle any and all noise he made. Rōarku watched as the streets quickly began to empty as the residents of the village made their way into their homes, but a certain red haired individual caught his attention as she did the opposite of all the others and sat underneath a tree off of the beaten path. Hiding behind the chimney of a house, the boy began to view and analyze the female's actions and body movements. The position she was in was one that he mimicked many times over, though under the seclusion of his house, nonetheless he could tell something was eating her up on the inside.



In the midst of his thoughts the product of his lineage spurred up and a cloud of steam began to release from his body and give away his position, if viewed by the female confrontation was more than inevitable.

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Chakra Pool: 120
Word Count: 594

Seconds turned into hours as the boy's minded pondered on the thought of such a burden he now had to shoulder, the gaze that was transfixed on the female became blank to the boy, so much so that he did not pay attention to what was being released from his body. Not too many missions left impressions on his psyche quite like his last assignment, every detail of it had been retained like a hot brand in the back of his mind. The events that took place on that mission had caused the burden upon the genin, his lack of choice had forced him to shoulder it all.



Lost in deep thought, the boy's sight failed him as the female he had been watching shifted her position upon viewing the unaccounted form of display made by him. His attention was so absent from present time that it took his enhanced hearing to snap him from his zombified, the whistling of the kunai as it sailed through the air alerted him enough time to dodge the kunai, they chimed as recoiled off the chimney and scattered across the rooftop. The first strike had been dealt without warning, In an instant Rōarku's whole mindset changed into one prepared for battle, thus he leapt from the rooftop and landed 25 M across from the female. With the exception of what couldn't be seen of the lower half of his face, he appeared content, even his body seemed lax despite his hands positioned in a stance to fight.

The words the woman spoke were clear and based on her tone she was to be taken quite seriously, but none of this mattered to the young Puredetā because for the first time since his last mission he began to feel that familiar tingle coursing down the length of his spine, this was the thrill of the hunt. Unfortunately for the female, she wasn't going to get an answer whether Rōarku wished for the battle take place or not due to his trend of lack of speech, thus he prepared for battle. Small cracking sounds echoed as he rolled his neck in both directions, even from the small movements he had done up until this point he could tell that his body was heating up, the kinetic energy being turned into heat and causing the contents of his special heat glands to boil. Soon, he would have another episode of releasing steam, only this time it was sure to be controlled.

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Chakra Pool: 120
Word Count: 503

It had become apparent to the boy that the female had not accepted the fact that he wasn't going to engage in any means of verbal communication with her, a test of skill was all that Roarku wished for and from the girl's chakra enriched hands his silent treatment was working. From zero to one hundred, the young Puredetā boy darted on a path that would encircle the young girl while keeping the same distance away from her. As he lapped around the female his eyes went to work analyzing the situation that he was faced with, close attention was made to the markings that she made in the very air, a plan would need to be devised soon. The kinetic energy from the many times that he rounded the female began heating up the boy's body, this causing the contents of his sweat glands to boil which then produced a thick cloud of steam to flow from out of his pores.


At a rapid pace the caramal-mocha blurred image that was Roarku began to illuminate turning a bright orange, the chakra that flooded throughout his body rapidly heated up his sweat glands which caused the intense orange glow, with his temperature now risen from 121ºF to 212ºF means of touching the boy would be close to impossible. A dust cloud kicked up as he came to a skidding halt at seven o' clock from the girls position, in the process his left hand slid across the floor while the other gripped the hilt of his sword in the holster on his back, a familiar stance. Typically referred to as the Predator's Stance, from this position he would be allowed to attack or retreat comfortably at his discretion.

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Jutsu Used:

Chakra Pool: 120 - 7.5 = 112.5
Word Count: 362

The name Apex had been bestowed upon Rōarku from his earliest days under the tutelage of the Foundation's leader, it being the shortened term for The Apex Predator, his skill in sensory and unmatched tracking potential proved a true testament, but his current stance is what truly put application to the title. Teamed with the product of his lineage, from this stance he would be able to defend by means of blocking or retreat to a better vantage point from an attack, it's development spanned the course of three years throughout which it's prowess was tested against a shinobi of the same lineage as Rōarku with parallel skill, thus he knew of its uses and flaws like the back of his hand. After being used to take the life of his twin brother the stance's use had only been seen when matched with a formidable foe, apparently somewhere deep within his soul the girl's skill impressed the young boy, so a sense of honor should overcome her, but because of his silent nature this would never be made available to her. Thus, a hidden accomplishment it would remain in the psyche of the young Puredetā child as the first impression of those taught by the village rather than by the Foundation.

With each passing second the intensity of that familiar tingling feeling intensified as it ran up and down the course up the length of Apex's spine. Albeit orgasmic at times, the thrill of the hunt dually served to keep Rōarku focused in on his target as he was now. The relaxed nature of his body helped to allow his enhanced sense of sight better insight of his opponent, although twenty-five meters (25) away from one another in his eyes she was right up close, every slight movement and eye-twitch was to be accounted for. Getting an up close look at her technique, Rōarku began to silently get excited as the writing transfigured into birds of the Fūton | Wind Release nature. Knowing he had mere moments to decide a course of action before the bird would be in to close of range to dodge, thus he began to run through different battle scenarios within his mind from when he trained under the foundation.


And just like that, it was decided and his plan of attack went into affect as he kicked from the ground and sprinted forward at the bird, his sword had been drawn in the process, both hand sailed behind him as he moved at Taijutsu Adept speeds toward his target, to those . After closing the distance to fifteen meters (15 M) Rōarku then performed a baseball-style slide underneath creation of wind, an overhand strike from his blade wielding hand was aimed at to go coursing through the bird, but it narrowly escaped his reach. Upon watching it turn back around and taking the same path to strike him, he kicked his feet into the ground which helped to propel himself into stride once more. With the distance closed to seven meters (7 M) the second portion of Rōarku's plan went into affect.

As his right foot came down on the ground a jet of steam erupted from underneath his foot, instantly he was launched ten feet (10 Ft.) into the air, this put his five foot four inch frame more than twice the girls height within the air. In addition to putting him in a better vantage point, this act helped to send the bird that was tailing him forward at its master, the speed it traveled made little room for her to dodge, more than likely one of her other creations would have to stop it. Landing on the ground in a forward rolling tumble, he traveled some distance before he kicked up from this position and fell into his stride once more, effectively continuing to close the gap between himself and the female. Besides falling into the tumble, his speed on land was so intense that his appearance was blurred  to those whose eyes had not been trained to the Adept level of Bukijutsu.


The boy reached his free hand into his hip pouch removing two kunai in the process, upon touching his hand the shinobi tools began to glow a feint orange hue much like himself as his chakra was poured into them. Rōarku's eyes remained fixed on his opponent as an arm was cocked back and the kunai went sailing through the air at his opponent, both of which aimed for the upper portion of her chest and her gut. Surely she would be impaled if actions were not quick, but which would she dodge first: the kunai or her own creation? Even then what would she do about the young boy who's current position put him at four meters (4 M) away from hers, with the way he positioned his medium length katana there was no telling what his next move would be.

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Jutsu Used:

Chakra Pool: 7.5 + 10 - 112.5 = 95  
Word Count: 885

The course of events that took place up until the girl blew herself away caused confusion within the mind of the young Puredetā boy, his actions were smooth and even flawless to some degree in the presence of untrained eyes, yet not even a single blow had been landed. Was this the extent of the shinobi raised under the guidance of Konohagakure no Sato? Or was he truly just outmatched by a simple red-headed girl? All of which were unanswered questions at the moment, only the ending of the battle between the two shinobi of the Hidden Leaf would provide the correct and most true answer. Thus, upon viewing the girl who he had not even acquired a name from block strike after strike his blood began to boil, irritation set in and his base body temperature raised once more.

Upon closing in on the girl's current position Rōarku cocked his blade wielding arm to his side, to ensure for a well placed strike his eyes remained fixed on her stomach. Obviously, with being allowed residence within the village his strike was not meant to be lethal what so ever, but upon hearing her very clearly draw in air into her lung's through the use of his clan's lineage, Rōarku's mindset shifted slightly. Just a few inches in front of him was his opponent, the time to strike was available, but his arm wielding the medium length katana met nothing but air as the girl removed herself from his immediate area. Yet again the boy came up short, with his blade outstretched he remained fixed in his striking position, a reminder of another failure. Despite, all of his useful senses pointing toward the girl's location within the dust cloud at his right side, he didn't move a muscle.


Straightening up to his full height, Rōarku slid his katana back into the holster on his back before turning his attention to the dust cloud to ensure nothing else followed. The thickness of the cloud still hindered any visibility in and out of its mass, thus taking note of this the boy crouched down before springing into the air and landing on a branch extending out from the trunk of the tree that the girl had been sitting on earlier. A jet of steam erupted from the soles of the boy's sandals which helped to propel him some distance away from the area as he made his leave.

[ Exit ]

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Jutsu Used:

Chakra Pool: 95 - 7.5 = 87.5
Word Count: 475