" Did you hear...? Kagai's single handedly caught two missing-nin WHILE he was on a mission."
"Yeah...they say his glare's strong enough to burn a hole straight through you. Kid's not stable."
"He's considered one of the best fire users in the village..."
So many stories. So many rumors. Kagai this, Kagai that...Mugen heard just about enough of this man. He was famous through out the village, though -- known to be a relentless shinobi at that. He showed no mercy to his enemies, and was known to burn most of his enemies to a crisp. But for Mugen, actions speak louder than words. Actually, words don't usually speak to him that much anyway.
Mugen was just that kind of guy. Making a rival out of someone he never met before. He only knew what he looked like -- kind of. And he still remembers the first time he ever saw him. He will never forget that day...the day he saw that boy drag two quasi-cooked bodies into the village like they were sunday's groceries...
The sun's flames roared in the sky, its intense heat asphyxiating any living creature within the vicinity. Its target? A dark haired silhouette sitting a few yards away from the mouth of the cave. It was a constant sandstorm. Its winds forcing Mugen's hair to dance like wild fire. But Mugen would be apathetic. Such a storm was nothing to him...after all, this was his favorite place. The place between the two worlds -- the place that connected Suna and the outside world.
The sand was too hot to sit on, but there was no better place for him to practice his special move than this. Both his arms stretched out behind him and his digits stretched into the hot sand. The heat of the sun above him amplified his flames...at least it felt that way to him. A melancholy tune echoed behind him, courtesy of the hollow winds that soared through the mouth of the cave behind him.
He was tired--very tired...And the god damn sun didn't really help that much. The young shinobi had just finished his chakra training moments ago, and he simply could not move.
"Damn that Kagai..." spoke the shinobi.
367
For Training.
"Yeah...they say his glare's strong enough to burn a hole straight through you. Kid's not stable."
"He's considered one of the best fire users in the village..."
So many stories. So many rumors. Kagai this, Kagai that...Mugen heard just about enough of this man. He was famous through out the village, though -- known to be a relentless shinobi at that. He showed no mercy to his enemies, and was known to burn most of his enemies to a crisp. But for Mugen, actions speak louder than words. Actually, words don't usually speak to him that much anyway.
Mugen was just that kind of guy. Making a rival out of someone he never met before. He only knew what he looked like -- kind of. And he still remembers the first time he ever saw him. He will never forget that day...the day he saw that boy drag two quasi-cooked bodies into the village like they were sunday's groceries...
The sun's flames roared in the sky, its intense heat asphyxiating any living creature within the vicinity. Its target? A dark haired silhouette sitting a few yards away from the mouth of the cave. It was a constant sandstorm. Its winds forcing Mugen's hair to dance like wild fire. But Mugen would be apathetic. Such a storm was nothing to him...after all, this was his favorite place. The place between the two worlds -- the place that connected Suna and the outside world.
The sand was too hot to sit on, but there was no better place for him to practice his special move than this. Both his arms stretched out behind him and his digits stretched into the hot sand. The heat of the sun above him amplified his flames...at least it felt that way to him. A melancholy tune echoed behind him, courtesy of the hollow winds that soared through the mouth of the cave behind him.
He was tired--very tired...And the god damn sun didn't really help that much. The young shinobi had just finished his chakra training moments ago, and he simply could not move.
"Damn that Kagai..." spoke the shinobi.
367
For Training.