There was always something going on in Sunagakure, whether or not you were a part of it was dependent on your skills. Uri was known for being strewn throughout the village as someone who fixed and built new things on a daily basis. This time they were hosting a tournament of sorts for foreign and local fighters alike, but this time the job was a bit unusual. The size specifications had been given to him and he had needed to expand on his original blueprints. The initial design had been good for normal folks, but he had discovered later on that he would be dealing with those slight larger than average. By many people's standards these would be called giants and luckily the Toraono Dojo did have high enough ceiling that he didn't have to worry about that. As a matter of fact, Uri knew full well that a lot of the materials in the Dojo were chakra-sensitive. Normally he would have requested a crew of workers, but he had denied the additional help in lieu of more costly building supplies. Upon arriving he announced that none were to be within the construction site until he was finished since the more erratic movements could put those in the area at risk.
The gloves had been off well before entering the work space. Looking at this wide-open area that had been cleared for his use was marvelous. The one thing he could give to the Toraono was that they had good tastes in architecture and design. In all his experiences Uri found out that looking at the world as what was presented to him was too simple a manner to manipulate it. There were numerous doujutsu in the world that gifted ninja with a unique way of looking at the world. Even though his eyes didn't dance with chakra, change colors or do anything extraordinary, they granted him great detail orientation and better perspective than most others. Flexing his hands, turning them end over end, he closed their grip and swung them in front of him, touching together and in this movement numerous beams and polished stone panels soared forward. As some assumed they would crash into the already solid panel floor, they gently set into place, melting into the surrounding as if water. Piece by piece, component by component, he erected the stadium in rapid fashion. A swirling swarm of polished black tiles consumed the room for a brief moment as he constructed the floor in which people would compete. Tile after tile it laid out the flooring like a puzzle being put together.
The process of general construction took him roughly over two hours. Once the pillars and columns had been erected and the floor slated he stood back to admire his work. Now he was at the halfway point. The arena would be moot if there wasn't a way for people to observe. Standing back to the far edge of the room, he knelt down and placed his bare hands against the stone. The lights arose from the cracks in the tiles, growing outward from where he stood. Soon the whole room was engulfed and Uri concentrated on the blueprint he had drawn up. The chuunin would push downward on the floor and the immediately ten rows of tiles in front of him dropped down three feet. Again and again he repeated this process, dropping row after row lower until the arena itself plummeted downward nearly forty feet. A small section had a stonework desk left in place for judges, but all around there was now seating to accommodate their guests and the even scaled for the larger individuals.
Falling backwards onto his bottom, he let out a long huff of exhaustion. The process of the work had been intensive, but thanks to the ease of feeding his chakra in the environment it had taken the sting off a bit. Conjuring a powerful wind he set to cleaning out the dust and bits of earth leftover from his procedures. Eventually it was all polished and spotless. Dusting off his hands, he alerted the decorators to his completion and like a tornado, they swept by with their numerous colorful banners and clothes to set on to the new location for the event.
Tired, but fulfilled, Uri headed home for the day.
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Word Count: 724
The gloves had been off well before entering the work space. Looking at this wide-open area that had been cleared for his use was marvelous. The one thing he could give to the Toraono was that they had good tastes in architecture and design. In all his experiences Uri found out that looking at the world as what was presented to him was too simple a manner to manipulate it. There were numerous doujutsu in the world that gifted ninja with a unique way of looking at the world. Even though his eyes didn't dance with chakra, change colors or do anything extraordinary, they granted him great detail orientation and better perspective than most others. Flexing his hands, turning them end over end, he closed their grip and swung them in front of him, touching together and in this movement numerous beams and polished stone panels soared forward. As some assumed they would crash into the already solid panel floor, they gently set into place, melting into the surrounding as if water. Piece by piece, component by component, he erected the stadium in rapid fashion. A swirling swarm of polished black tiles consumed the room for a brief moment as he constructed the floor in which people would compete. Tile after tile it laid out the flooring like a puzzle being put together.
The process of general construction took him roughly over two hours. Once the pillars and columns had been erected and the floor slated he stood back to admire his work. Now he was at the halfway point. The arena would be moot if there wasn't a way for people to observe. Standing back to the far edge of the room, he knelt down and placed his bare hands against the stone. The lights arose from the cracks in the tiles, growing outward from where he stood. Soon the whole room was engulfed and Uri concentrated on the blueprint he had drawn up. The chuunin would push downward on the floor and the immediately ten rows of tiles in front of him dropped down three feet. Again and again he repeated this process, dropping row after row lower until the arena itself plummeted downward nearly forty feet. A small section had a stonework desk left in place for judges, but all around there was now seating to accommodate their guests and the even scaled for the larger individuals.
Falling backwards onto his bottom, he let out a long huff of exhaustion. The process of the work had been intensive, but thanks to the ease of feeding his chakra in the environment it had taken the sting off a bit. Conjuring a powerful wind he set to cleaning out the dust and bits of earth leftover from his procedures. Eventually it was all polished and spotless. Dusting off his hands, he alerted the decorators to his completion and like a tornado, they swept by with their numerous colorful banners and clothes to set on to the new location for the event.
Tired, but fulfilled, Uri headed home for the day.
[mft]
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Word Count: 724