.Submerged.
Jul 23, 2008 15:12:41 GMT -7
Post by Umehara on Jul 23, 2008 15:12:41 GMT -7
Having rested and cleaning himself up at a local abode, the village gates were now in the distance as Atsuhiro travelled forth on a full stomach. His chakra levels were at peak capacity, his pace even in walking containing a somewhat brusque motion to them. The dunes were growing smaller as he moved along the expansive desert, the usual endurance required to sustain consciousness in an element such as this birthed to him with the many years he had spent in these very parts. Much had transpired here...from the use of his first jutsu, to the genesis in which he had discovered his Sharingan eye.
The superior metal of his armor clanked lightly against the Red Queen, the instrument of firey destruction having been kept in its scabbard for quite a long interval. No protests were given in light of this, though the hour was always darkest before the dawn. He could feel the inevitable tinge of heat that crept up the spine in anticipation of crossing blades with other shinobi once more, yet for now he would seek a new solace: the safety of his brother being etched upon his frame.
His stay at the local quarters had proven beneficial to his motivation: apparently, Kouketsu could be seen moving in a similar direction to that of the Destroyer. However, veering off was the intended course when they had parted ways. With such knowledge under his belt, he sought out a distant land in search of his kin's whereabouts.
Maneuvering until he could reach the edge of the country, Atsuhiro merely waited until he could steal away on a derigible that would carry him around the countries and through the waters. The Uchiha's arms lay folded snug against his abdomen, gazing out at the water as the ripples were formed from its constant advance. The endless sea of blue...it was almost intoxicating, bringing a sense of serenity to him. Though he was not proficient in the Suiton element, its evaporation cooled the air to a moderate degree. Such was more evident as the Wind country was left behind.
Travelling by boat had not been the usual method of transportation for the former KazeKage. Chakra pushed toward the soles of his feet, he could have just as easily jumped overboard and walked along its surface. Though, such was rather futile with the large body of water yielding the necessity of more chakra than that which lay even in his reserves. He settled for the moderate pace of the unnamed ship upon which he stood, the wooden floor creaking as he seldomly shifted his weight from extremity to extremity.
Water Country, according to other patrons who lingered within his vicinity, was within reach. Uchiha Atsuhiro took this moment to shunshin [1|15], and as such he would leave his fellow riders to their own destinations and devices. The young Chuunin's feet touched to the surface of the water as he dashed forth now, searching through the gargantuan expanse of water for signs of his brother's travels.
[. Move to Water Country]
The superior metal of his armor clanked lightly against the Red Queen, the instrument of firey destruction having been kept in its scabbard for quite a long interval. No protests were given in light of this, though the hour was always darkest before the dawn. He could feel the inevitable tinge of heat that crept up the spine in anticipation of crossing blades with other shinobi once more, yet for now he would seek a new solace: the safety of his brother being etched upon his frame.
His stay at the local quarters had proven beneficial to his motivation: apparently, Kouketsu could be seen moving in a similar direction to that of the Destroyer. However, veering off was the intended course when they had parted ways. With such knowledge under his belt, he sought out a distant land in search of his kin's whereabouts.
...And had he found trouble (or worse: death) at the hand of any? They would regret such action.
~*~
Maneuvering until he could reach the edge of the country, Atsuhiro merely waited until he could steal away on a derigible that would carry him around the countries and through the waters. The Uchiha's arms lay folded snug against his abdomen, gazing out at the water as the ripples were formed from its constant advance. The endless sea of blue...it was almost intoxicating, bringing a sense of serenity to him. Though he was not proficient in the Suiton element, its evaporation cooled the air to a moderate degree. Such was more evident as the Wind country was left behind.
Travelling by boat had not been the usual method of transportation for the former KazeKage. Chakra pushed toward the soles of his feet, he could have just as easily jumped overboard and walked along its surface. Though, such was rather futile with the large body of water yielding the necessity of more chakra than that which lay even in his reserves. He settled for the moderate pace of the unnamed ship upon which he stood, the wooden floor creaking as he seldomly shifted his weight from extremity to extremity.
Water Country, according to other patrons who lingered within his vicinity, was within reach. Uchiha Atsuhiro took this moment to shunshin [1|15], and as such he would leave his fellow riders to their own destinations and devices. The young Chuunin's feet touched to the surface of the water as he dashed forth now, searching through the gargantuan expanse of water for signs of his brother's travels.
Indeed, this was the ideal place to look. Having been stuck in Konoha, surely he would have enjoyed the isolation.
[. Move to Water Country]
