dasuvsroko go!

[daisy]

Paved courtyard, fifty meters by fifty meters. Lovely fighting daisy and lovely fighting roko start thirty meters from one another. rokomustpostfirst!


RULES.

never hit a lady<3

[roko]

The black-blue blanket of night enveloped their hemisphere, twinkling stars painting a sparkling portrait which complimented the alabaster moon; all out of the reach of all those who were but mortal men. The wind was timid, its courage starved as only a minor flicker of warmth was present every now and then. The once green pastures of amegakure were as gray as the ashen-colored sky, the scent of singed grass perfumed the air. . . if it was charred grass. 'twas nought but a battle field: the cremated remains of animal corpses and wild-bloom littering the field, visibility had been obscured slightly by the smoke that sat everywhere, and hardly anything on this boundless field had been the size of cupped hands.

". . ."

The moon graced the frame of the mute Yoshinori with lemon-white light, his features now unmasked. A gray mane rested at his shoulders, unkempt in any way possible. Ashen eyes pierced through the black, focusing on his. . . opponent. Shrouding the features of both his upper body and lower body had been an ebony cloak which housed a weapon shop: kunai, explosive tags, explosive grenades, and makabishi, as well as doing a sub-par job of concealing his two identical daisho sets; the only mundane wear on him had been the sandalwood geta sandals that hugged his feet.

His stare was as blank as a newly printed sheet of paper. It seemed as if their history had been all for nought, for now they stood here, parallel to each other, on opposite ends of the field, on opposite ends of the scale of justice. This father-turned-murderer had been just an empty vessel now, death and destruction his coping drug.

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