Training so hard X2 [Invitation]
Mar 5, 2015 20:48:28 GMT -7
Post by inthegame on Mar 5, 2015 20:48:28 GMT -7
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He had no luck with thinking of a new technique, despite him pulling his hair and screaming like a small child. Surya stopped and dust himself free of the speckles of sand that had dared soil his sleek black clothing. Amira had chosen to wake back up and continue her previous proclivity of shadow conjuration. Surya stuck out his tongue at the genin when she asked him for the favor of creating another Suna Bunshin; he had instead began to twiddle his thumbs, dig in his nose and then finally, start a slow set of hand seals that had become dull to perform. B-Rank techniques had required so much time in order to train successfully, and it was for that reason why he chose to steer clear of them. A man with enough wit could topple any mountain with perhaps the lowest ranking ninjutsu, and still never have to rely on his reservoir of Jounin, -Kage and even Sannin-leveled jutsu. Carefully, and possibly at a pace that matched the zeal of Surya for having to continuously repeat this technique, the Great Sand Arm rose. He had taken his mind off of Amira for a moment before he sharply turned his head her way, fearing the possibility that the girl would indeed use him as another medium instead of the Sand clone that she had asked him for.
Yikes... he thought, before catching the gaze of the kunoichi. He could barely hear her comment and shrugged in reply as his incredibly large appendage of sand wavered at fifteen meters in the air. With his attention focused solely on his own endeavor, Surya lifted his hands toward the towering spire of sand. The movements of his right arm had again matched that of the Suna Futoiude and he couldn't help but to cause his hand to flex downward as if to grab something, yet left only his middle finger up before he broke into a wild snicker. Looking skyward, he witnessed his looming sand hand flip the bird to the countless denizens of the Hidden Sand; he hadn't cared, and held it that way for a while before he decided to mess with a flock of birds. Instead of using his own hand t control the direction in which the Great Sand Arm moved, he opted to use his chakra. Given the day that had been drawn out by Amira, Surya had honestly started to suffer from a lack of concentration. In a cumbersome manner, the wrist of the hand flicked upward and cast outward a spray of phalanges. These four sharp spires of compact sand crashed into the ground beneath the now crumbling arm with a heavy thud that shockwaved throughout the desert.
"Truth be toooooolllllddddd," he said, dragging his feet toward Amira and meet her where she sat. "I'm bored as fuck. Maybe we should move to another area of the village and train a similar jutsu?" He rubbed his stubble in thought. "That way, if you fuck up, I can explain to you how you did... oh; and vice versa." Thankfully he had been done playing with the massive plot of sand. He needed to stretch his brain muscles.