Dark clouds brewed on the horizons, pledging nothing but winds to level even the mightiest of trees to the soil. The noon darkness along with damp air rapidly etched its way closer to the uchiha, whipping his dark hair around his face. His gaze glued to the grey sky, held by a neptune streak that forked through a cloud layer unopposed. He felt himself sink into a state of unrest, knowing what was coming next. The impending was inevitable and he could sense it nearing. He had to be prepared mentally as he was physically but that in itself was no easy task. Unlike the nagging winds that tugged at him, he was about to contend with a far greater force … or so he believed.
In the forest of death, surrounded by tall trees, Hoheto would wait patiently for the medical sennin. The thought of squaring off with her he had housed in for sometime. Hopefully she hadn't waved off his request given their level of relationship as well as the current situation in the Leaf. And even though the timing seemed off, he could amend for it by making their little spar worthwhile.
[Requesting Nagisa]
In the forest of death, surrounded by tall trees, Hoheto would wait patiently for the medical sennin. The thought of squaring off with her he had housed in for sometime. Hopefully she hadn't waved off his request given their level of relationship as well as the current situation in the Leaf. And even though the timing seemed off, he could amend for it by making their little spar worthwhile.
[Requesting Nagisa]