Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his brow as the orange hues of dusk saturated the shaded nooks of the coliseum. The time with which he had first arrived had long since left his memory since prior relaxation, his body now weathered and drenched with perspiration. From his best recollection the bustle of citizens that had impeded his journey over eluded to the probability of his initial timing to have been around midday. The twilight thus signifying over a handful of hours in credit towards his diligence. Albeit no one else was around to potentially acknowledge his accomplishment he knew that sung praises were not his objective. There was this feeling. A connection to the unseen nature that was always present. Felt but never touched.
Since he had been led to the discovery of his futon element by the instruction of Kitsune-sama, a particular resonance was seemingly unlocked within his subconscious as a result. A heavy portion of the young ninja sensed the phenomenon was most probably unique but the presentation of events suggested it was likely natural. Everyone had a connection to their determined element, it was apart of their essence. Thus in theory, what he was feeling was a connection to be expected. But for the air and winds to feel as legitimate extremities no different than his own arms and legs was certain confirmation to the notion that something much more special than a conventional side effect was afoot.
"The wind is, mine..." He uttered in exhaustion with his head bowed and body bent. Immediately after his declaration, the skies rumbled with conviction as a seemingly specific mass of clouds assembled overhead. Heavy winds then picked up within the arena with the ferocity of an abrupt storm, but also with the subtlety of a divine omen. "Heh. Looks like Shinbatsu might agree..." He added with a light chuckle to himself while working diligently to scramble up to his feet. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes while channeling chakra throughout his body. The circulation through his inner network mirroring the windy consistencies swirling around him. This intent was not in preparation for any technique, he was much too far past his limits for anything of the sort. A natural calling was the best he could justify to himself for this irregular action. But never the less he could feel it now, all was tangible, his residual skepticisms eradicated beyond convincing. He was a warrior of the wind, and the god and skies concurred.
Since he had been led to the discovery of his futon element by the instruction of Kitsune-sama, a particular resonance was seemingly unlocked within his subconscious as a result. A heavy portion of the young ninja sensed the phenomenon was most probably unique but the presentation of events suggested it was likely natural. Everyone had a connection to their determined element, it was apart of their essence. Thus in theory, what he was feeling was a connection to be expected. But for the air and winds to feel as legitimate extremities no different than his own arms and legs was certain confirmation to the notion that something much more special than a conventional side effect was afoot.
"The wind is, mine..." He uttered in exhaustion with his head bowed and body bent. Immediately after his declaration, the skies rumbled with conviction as a seemingly specific mass of clouds assembled overhead. Heavy winds then picked up within the arena with the ferocity of an abrupt storm, but also with the subtlety of a divine omen. "Heh. Looks like Shinbatsu might agree..." He added with a light chuckle to himself while working diligently to scramble up to his feet. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes while channeling chakra throughout his body. The circulation through his inner network mirroring the windy consistencies swirling around him. This intent was not in preparation for any technique, he was much too far past his limits for anything of the sort. A natural calling was the best he could justify to himself for this irregular action. But never the less he could feel it now, all was tangible, his residual skepticisms eradicated beyond convincing. He was a warrior of the wind, and the god and skies concurred.
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