City of Eastport: Kazetora
Apr 18, 2017 17:00:58 GMT -7
Post by Hitora Ryunobu (Uchiha) on Apr 18, 2017 17:00:58 GMT -7
7o/11o
As he walked out, he noted that the darker spots did confirm that the ash cloud had reached about six meters out in every direction. As he walked, he started to see small insects, bigger than ants but smaller than most small animals, lying dead in the ground. Hitora then walked up to the volcano, it was beginning to look more like a classic volcano with a grey ash “snow” laying upon it, probably quite thick and would likely kill anything that came that close to it just because of the wind picking it up.
Hitora then began to form his handseals once again, feeling his flesh fly though the handseals the young man could start feeling the tiredness returning to his body as the excitement of progress wore off. The young man knew that he was going to need to rest soon but he also felt like he was nearing the payoff of all this time spent out here. The young man knew that he would need to make a concerted effort, a final push, to finally be done so that he could return to his home. As he formed the handseals, an errant thought occurred to him.
‘How long have I really been gone?’ was the thought that crossed Hitora’s mind as he began to mold his chakra. As he did mold his chakra, the young man recalled times where people had been gone for longer than they thought because they were so focused on a singular goal. If he had been gone for longer than the few weeks it felt like, how long had he been gone? Then another errant thought tied to that one occurred, how much had the village changed in his absence? Was the Amekage he knew still there? Were they replaced? So many questions occurred suddenly to the Uchiha that he shrugged.
As he shrugged the youth sent his chakra towards the volcano once more, feeling the ground shake a bit he watched as the volcano’s plug appeared. Bulging and orange tinged with blackness the volcano soon exploded in that way that was quickly becoming familiar. Quickly returning to his cave the young man could not even watch for fear of the dust hitting him in the face. Hitora just stood there as the dust neared the cave he was in, pure terror in him for an errant gust of wind, thankfully the cloud soon dissipated and became nothingness.
As he walked out, he noted that the darker spots did confirm that the ash cloud had reached about six meters out in every direction. As he walked, he started to see small insects, bigger than ants but smaller than most small animals, lying dead in the ground. Hitora then walked up to the volcano, it was beginning to look more like a classic volcano with a grey ash “snow” laying upon it, probably quite thick and would likely kill anything that came that close to it just because of the wind picking it up.
Hitora then began to form his handseals once again, feeling his flesh fly though the handseals the young man could start feeling the tiredness returning to his body as the excitement of progress wore off. The young man knew that he was going to need to rest soon but he also felt like he was nearing the payoff of all this time spent out here. The young man knew that he would need to make a concerted effort, a final push, to finally be done so that he could return to his home. As he formed the handseals, an errant thought occurred to him.
‘How long have I really been gone?’ was the thought that crossed Hitora’s mind as he began to mold his chakra. As he did mold his chakra, the young man recalled times where people had been gone for longer than they thought because they were so focused on a singular goal. If he had been gone for longer than the few weeks it felt like, how long had he been gone? Then another errant thought tied to that one occurred, how much had the village changed in his absence? Was the Amekage he knew still there? Were they replaced? So many questions occurred suddenly to the Uchiha that he shrugged.
As he shrugged the youth sent his chakra towards the volcano once more, feeling the ground shake a bit he watched as the volcano’s plug appeared. Bulging and orange tinged with blackness the volcano soon exploded in that way that was quickly becoming familiar. Quickly returning to his cave the young man could not even watch for fear of the dust hitting him in the face. Hitora just stood there as the dust neared the cave he was in, pure terror in him for an errant gust of wind, thankfully the cloud soon dissipated and became nothingness.