One could hear the sounds of explosions. The crackle of fire.The hiss of senbon flying through the air to meet their mark in defenseless wood. The thud of fists and feet relentlessly assaulting wood... The sound progressing to a wet blood soaked rage. Anyone approaching the direction of the sound pollution could catch the scents of smoke and sweat. There was a trail of destruction. Scorched tree's, and cinders. Bloodstained ground. The plot was covered in a vapor, evidence of Emi being smart enough to put out the fires, mixing in with the smoke to prove she loved playing with the element. Ending the trail was a small clearing with an exhausted Emi in the middle. Her hands were dripping blood, and her clothes were covered ash. More uncharacteristically, she wore an unusually fierce expression, her eyes firing daggers into the landscape before her.
She was sick of the way she was. It truly seemed as though all of her comrades had great convictions, and a sure path. Akane, Riku, Osu. Every one with a path, and confident convictions in their ability to do so. The magnitude of it was such that Emi wouldn't be at all surprised to hear Riku became a Sennin one day, if not replaced the Raikage himself. And Kitsune. Why bother starting on her talents when there seemed to be no clear end to them anyways.
Emi gave a sniffle of frustration. Her body was trembling from exhaustion, but she had been standing there for far too long. She hadn't earned a break yet anyways. She brought her butchered knuckles into view of her eyes, bloodied hands shaking. She couldn't seem to find enough air anymore. Conviction returning to her face, she shook her head. The others had their way through sheer force of will right? Surely she could do the same. She made a few hand signs took in a deep breath of air, chakra infusing as she held the breath. As she opened her mouth a great gout of fire came forth, only to sputter out from lack of fuel. Wobbling a bit, Emi plummeted to her knee's, and then her read. Her head felt fuzzy, and darkness filled the corners of her eyes. She finally fell backwards, her eyes fluttering. She could barely think, let alone move. "Ow..." She noted in a dull tone.
She was sick of the way she was. It truly seemed as though all of her comrades had great convictions, and a sure path. Akane, Riku, Osu. Every one with a path, and confident convictions in their ability to do so. The magnitude of it was such that Emi wouldn't be at all surprised to hear Riku became a Sennin one day, if not replaced the Raikage himself. And Kitsune. Why bother starting on her talents when there seemed to be no clear end to them anyways.
Emi gave a sniffle of frustration. Her body was trembling from exhaustion, but she had been standing there for far too long. She hadn't earned a break yet anyways. She brought her butchered knuckles into view of her eyes, bloodied hands shaking. She couldn't seem to find enough air anymore. Conviction returning to her face, she shook her head. The others had their way through sheer force of will right? Surely she could do the same. She made a few hand signs took in a deep breath of air, chakra infusing as she held the breath. As she opened her mouth a great gout of fire came forth, only to sputter out from lack of fuel. Wobbling a bit, Emi plummeted to her knee's, and then her read. Her head felt fuzzy, and darkness filled the corners of her eyes. She finally fell backwards, her eyes fluttering. She could barely think, let alone move. "Ow..." She noted in a dull tone.