teeth gnashing, bodice trembling from exertion. lips curl into a smirk as her arm came up to wipe the sweat from her brow. what a thrill! the second hokage still lived up to his name even to this day -- this wasn’t just a battle to land a hit on the man, it was also a battle of logic. he was  f a s t her sharingan couldn’t keep up with him just yet but she was beginning to find a pattern. fingers pushing up her glasses, did she continue to observe carefully.  so, for someone so elusive. . .would genjutsu work?  it frustrated her that she couldn’t yet control it; sometimes she was able to look the person in the eyes, other times it would work when she didn’t. if she could just learn the latter, it’d be easier. 

               no, this H A D to be a battle of strategy . his movements may be hard to read, but they were readable. even if she had other jutsu at her disposal. . .she had to be faster. the only jutsu that would probably catch him off guard, the only one that her papa had taught her, was the chidori. she’d have to create a diversion --- something big. shadow clones wouldn’t work, her presence had to be out of sight for just a second. this had to be her last stand, she had to try. 

                             a slow inhale of breath before coming to a stand. within those crimson eyes was the reflection of the second. training with boruto, mitsuki, and kawaki. . .it was time to put their lessons to the test. boruto - strike first, ask later; mitsuki - restrain thoroughly before going in for the attack, and kawaki - kill or be killed instinct. she didn’t like the latter, just the thought made her lightly scowl. that boy needed more work -- 

     distractions aside, sarada acknowledged the other’s words, but said nothing. the girl reached into her bag before pulling out a new invention that katasuke, the scientist, had made for shinobi who were sensor types. it was similar to the ocular jutsu dust bomb,  but this sensor-bomb once thrown, erased chakra signatures for a limited time. the given time limit was five seconds. it was still a prototype. 

                 no hesitation with her movement, a precise throw towards the former kage’s feet. as soon as the bombs would make contact with the ground was when she began; the sign for fire, her chakra from within forming until it began to build a blazing heat in her now puffed out chest.  embers before it ignited, a large fireball heading towards tobirama direction -- if he saw it, would he create a water wall? if so, it would create the steam cover she’d need. 

                              F I V E .    she jumped into the air, sharingan blazing hotly and arm trembling.  F O U R .   gathering the chakra she had left, she began focusin it all into her fist as much as she could muster.  T H R E E .  along with the concentration of chakra, the sound of chirping birds as lightning chakra was added.  T W O .  a descent down, blood running down her vermilion colored eyes -- velocity increasing. just one, hit.  

                            O N E .

                                            ❝ SHANARROOOO ! ❞ 

@daybreakrising,    random dialogue prompts !!

growing up in the throes of war,    in a time where it is kill or be killed,    ought to make any child emotional,    right?    yet,    tobirama had composure that his brethren clearly found jarring,    unfathomable    —   he was of the belief that feeling and expressing anger and sorrow was not going to resolve any conflict.   rules shall resolve conflict,    not emotions.    emotions were merely contributing to and perpetuating the sheer lawlessness about.

he wouldn’t answer his brother’s question directly,    but he would provide insight as to what prompted him to ask it.    ❝   the sight of medium surprises you is because it is unheard of but needed.   all parties involved in this war are influenced by extremes.   ❞    so,    in his eyes,    his nonchalance was not wrong.    it may be baffling,    which he could understand given the rareness of it in these circumstances,   but that was just the thing:   this world needed a change,   for something different,   to materialize.

Kawarama merely eyed his brother with a look that was equal parts confusion and bemusement. Tobirama had always been... different. At least in comparison to their other brothers. He was used to his somewhat distant behaviour, but it was still a curious thing to his mind. “You know it is okay to express yourself, hm? You do not have to be so...” He waved a hand, indicating his brother’s stoic nonchalance. “... flat.”