BBB. [Atsu, Big Boobed Battle]

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A yawn shattered the silence.

The afternoon sun beat down on the black-clothed Onigami's right shoulder, the otherwise clear sky a pale blue. Knee-high grass was bent gently to the west, an east-blowing breeze creating a strange, flowing wave of motion among the plants. A flat plain extended for several yards in each direction, broken only by soft-sloping hills that had a peak height of a few feet.

A long and narrow path cut a straight line through the overgrown fields, a simple dirt construct formed by the dozens of pairs of feet traversing its path.

Casting a shadow over his head, Masaaki held his sturdy, death-metal umbrella, angling the tip so as to shade his face. Soft-soled shoes made the barest of noises on the rough gravel as he walked, a soft whistle bouncing off the terrain.

[Umehara]

-- And such a grand day it was.

The porcelain of his Wolf mask gave him a certain enigmatic air as it rest over his youthful visage, footfall pushing aside small mounds of dirt as he traversed the elongated road to nowhere in particular. A cloak of ebon wrapped around his form protectively, indigo blue pools of piercing proportion seeking naught but a singular patron who he'd not met before. There was only the threads of fate being woven, a tapestry of battle draping them both in combat that would decide destiny's final chord.

His scarlet mane flowed in waves behind him as he moved, his left set of digits gliding with silent adoration along the handle of the Apashi blade. If one looked close enough, a single band of obsidian wrapped from one ear to the other rather inconspicuously. And within fifteen meters of his opponent, the Uchiha stopped his movements altogether. His items and equipment would stop their shift as he allowed his weight to be maintained along both legs. The left slightly in front of the right, the end of his cloak brushed along his heels in soft motions.

"....Shall we?" he murmured.

There was no need for formalities. They knew full well why they were here. And as such, he would not delay. His eyes noted the odd umbrella that shielded the other combatant's features. Extremities draped to his sides, the silence once more prevailed as the gale touched along that expanse of land.