A free day off, no worries about training or his sister or any responsibilities; a wonderful day off in the city of Sand, watching the beautiful sands float upon the winds in the sunset while he stood atop the tallest monument watching it. Like a manly man. A man not in tights. A day where he could feel the world's mantel be set off his shoulders, a carefree day to laugh, and cry (like a man), a day to remember. That was
NOT today.
NOPE!
Instead, he was stuck in his room with a massvie pile of study materials given to him by his sister the
slave driver wonderful
bitch elderly sister who
hated loved her brother so dearly. Nah, but seriously she was alright; she cared but holy hell did she beat his face like it was her job. Not but a couple months after dealing with the shenanigans of finding out about his affinty for some off the wall element transitional thing known as Plasma, she had toughened up and put him to work even more with the goal of making him Chuunin before the year was out. Hell he was barely out of the flippin' academy!
"Gwaaaaaaah! SoOoOOOOo bored." He could cry (like a bitch) that's how bored he was with the seemingly endless amount of books he was supposed to read, and honestly none of it really kept his interest. With a sigh, he leaned his chair back on two legs and stared up at the lightbulb until he could see the flicker of the chakra running through the filament, for a while that's all he did, before turning his attention to the book. Except.
"I'M BLIIIIIIIIIII-ND!" He flailed and fell over backwards in his chair, tumbling across the room with a dark blotch in his vision; not just a few seconds after he hit the floor his sister burst in with a bokken at the ready, looking around quickly.
"...What idiocy are you up to now?" She stared at him hard and all he managed to see was a blotch.
He looked up, down, left, right, and blinked.
"I was blinded by the light~ OW!" He got a bokken to the head and an exhasperated sigh as a response but quickly quipped back as he blinked rapidly, his sight clearing up a little bit enough so that he could grin right back up at her.
"I can see! It's a mirac- OW!" Yet another whack to the head before the woman turned out of the room with a grumble, something along the lines of 'fricken idiot'. Hey, the lumps on his head were totally worth this amusement he'd managed to get.
The door was shut and the young ninja rolled himself up off the floor where he was sitting and dusted himself off, turning off the overhead light and kicking on a smaller lamp so that he didn't run the risk of staring off into the light and having a repeat encounter. But he was still bored, and that had to be fixed! His sister always ragged on him about not being physically fit, not being able to keep up with her speed or the fact that he was so much weaker than she was; little did she know, he had the FIST SO SHADOW BOXING FURY! Well, not really.
Just to play about, he always stood in front of a light, casting his shadow on the wall and made himself feel better at the fact that the shadow didn't punch back. Not that it could anyway, but hey, that's why he felt better. He made rabbit jabs at the wall with a chuckle.
"What cha go? Huh? You got nothin'! Know why? You're a SHADOW BITCH! Yeh, incororeal figment of d- GEHPHBT!" All of a sudden, the shadow reached out and decked him in the lips, lifting him off the ground like it was a pro boxer.
Ashura did a half spin while the letters
T. K. O. Stamped themselves dramatically, one at a time on the screen while a sudden freeze frame of the young ninja was half twisted in the air, oddly proud tears in his eyes. Well, at least that's what would happen if this were some kind of anime. He just suddenly rocketed across the room and kissed the wall, his shadow bouncing up and down like it was on the balls of its feet in the same spot. A couple feint jabs could be seen from the shadow as it bounced, like it was taunting him.
"Awh it's on!" He wiped the dribble of blood from his lips and lunged at the shadow, hands up to keep himself from getting clocked again, but this time he took an upper cut to the stomach which dropped his guard for a moment so that his shadow could rail him in the side of the face with a cross. He wound up doing a cartwheel across the other end of the room and landing face-down-ass-up on the desk, scattering the books, scrolls, and pages of study work across everywhere.
Naturally, the door slammed open and his sister entered in with all hell's fury unleashed in her eyes.
"What are you doing you moron?!" Ashura nearly levitated and defied gravity for all of like, a milisecond, before bouncing off the desk and flopping on the floor.
"I'M KICKING MY OWN ASS!" That...actually made her stop and blink while Ashura rolled up to his feet, dusting himself off. The logic, even the idiot logic, didn't compute for the woman and she stared blankly at him as though he'd sprouted a second head and it looked more alien than the first one.
"Uh. What?" She wasn't dumb, but what do you reply to a line like that with anyway?! Her usual responses were shot and the siblings stared at one another while the shadow on the wall looked back and forth between them and looked as though it just face palmed.
"Sis. He said as manly as he could manage, turning away and puffing his chest slightly.
"I have something to confess." Her eyebrow twitched in irritation, she had a feeling that this was going to go somewhere stupid and readied her action against it.
"You see, the truth is, I'm really a Nar-AAAAAAAUGH!"
CRITICAL HIT!
Ashura went flying out the window as the single carrying word of his sister rang out '
WROOOOO-NG!' He sailed off into the night trailing the bloody tears of a man. But not really, it was mostly blood from his mouth due to the swelled cheek he bore from the broad side of the bokken that treated him like a baseball going for a grand slam.
A couple hours later, the young idiot's sibling found him sticking out of a garbage can upside down like a demented, moronic flower. With a sigh, she dragged him up and out of the rubbish by the seat of his pants and shook him off, dragging him home just like that; not even giving a damn about the looks she'd get. Granted she was only wearing a tanktop and a pair of shorts that only covered about her mid-thigh, but it showed off all of the muscle tone ever; obvious signs that this was a badass draging home a doomed corpse. Regardless, multiple buckets of water and several thousand faceslaps later, Ashura was sitting with several compresses on his face across from his mother, father, and next to his sister (who'd done most of the slapping and now had a wrapped hand to show from it).
"You're not a Nara, idiot. Did you do any of the research I told you to do?" The automatic response to such pressuring questions: his eyes got all shifty.
"To~tally didn't." Everyone at the table but Ashura sighed.
Rubbing the bridge of her nose, his older sibling leaned in and folded her hands on the top of the table.
"Look, there are a multitude of abilities and powers out there, we've already covered some of the basics even though you're just a genin; but the point is that if you already have an affinity to two elements in your chakra as well as an Advanced Element, you may very well NOT be totally useless. Which also leads to the possibility that you might be able to do more than what you've shown already. But you have to take the initative to find out, you moron." Glowering at him, Ashura was sitting there wondering what kind of reaction he would get if he just burst into some river-of-sand dancing right in the middle of her boring monolouge. He didn't
actually do it, but the attention of his parents wasn't on him, but the wall behind him where his shadow was doing a hyperactive looking step dance, with hands on the hips and everything.
His sister looked to her parents for support and followed their attention to the wall then looked at Ashura, feeling a sudden surge of rage.
"STOP BEING AN IDIOT!" She beat him mercilessly at that point. With a fork. It left welts for days but the entire family knew that despite his moronic disposition he was somewhat talented, he had a decent control over shadows. To have such impressive ability at such a young age, the family just wished he wasn't such a terrible slacking, idiotic, failure.
