Old bones and new ideals

Standing on the surface he watched the chaos ensue as the silence slowly crept over the battlefield. It was no surprise he had no clear vision of the male after he brought forth such a large amount of water. To make things worse everything around him was not only used by water but used well enough that his vision started to become only a thing he could rely on when actually seeing said enemy. A thick mist was summoned and soon his vision was narrowed down to only a couple feet; this itself made him only wonder if he didn’t see anything prior to what would stop a shinobi from coming from any direction. The silence of it all was the most entertaining part of this ordeal as he sat and waited until it was clear to see the room itself started to transform into another realm. It was clear to see the area around him was starting to trickle away into some sort of new destination with only the surface of the water acting as a mirror; the only thing that was seen at the end of it was the water and the mist. First the ceiling disappeared into the darkness next followed the walls and everything after this was pure silence with a broad display of skill. Such a sight was new to Burittsu even when the light never shined on him from inside the boy he never saw such a display of death and beauty mixed in one the battle was indeed far from over. Doubting they actually changed locations he continued to keep a clear eye out around but yet itching the back of mind he couldn’t possibly remain in the same location. His clothing and body were still wet with running water racing their way down meeting the larger source of water as they dripped off of him reforming back with the main source nothing in front of him as he turned around casually and checked his sides even above him. Yet his answers were never answered in a mere second. It was only a guess but only the water could now hide such a beast he had to move the place and to where was unknown since it all appeared the same but he doubted the building or themselves actually moved locations. Instead of getting caught in some new way he decided it was best to move around now before it was too late.

As he took the risk of moving he placed one foot forward in front of him before gazing around in all directions before placing another foot forward it was at this time by the stroke of luck he decided to pay attention. From underneath him he saw a rip in the water, calm and collective a hand produced from underneath one that wasn’t his but what more could he do the feeling of the grip upon his leg grew heavy. In a moment or so he was quickly engulfed in an orb full of water, itself ironic as he remained motionless in the orb holding his breath with nowhere to run too he could only think. Oxygen was the key to this unless he thought of doing the impossible but that wouldn’t make any sense to hurt the boy in the long run. It was probably for the best to watch and wait. But what was his pain was also the boy's pain. Quick to learn about his situation Burittsu could only accept his fate being trapped on the surface of the water inside a orb of water. The irony was he came up for air now he must fight to gain access to such an important factor he could only think and wait until the male made another move; it was the only thing he had going for him. Floating in one position and waiting for the outcome of the session was something boring to him slowly but surely he made the effort to conjoint both his palms together in hopes of him gathering what bit of chakra he could. Quiet with no noise from the outside world the sound from the outside of the prison distorted nothing could have made his situation any better. Silently thinking to himself he could use any means to escape but maybe waiting and formulating a plan would be the downfall of being captured but maybe something would work out.

“Smart one huh?”

Sero would succeed in his trap. Emerging fully from the water as he built his body back to human from it. Rising straight up out of it as if he were some mythical creature. Yet no water seemed to drop off of him nor did he appear soaked. He was water. He was in control of it and fully hydrated. Still his black eyes with the glowing blue centers would watch his captured prey. Calm and prepared within the water prison technique. For a moment he would cast his own gaze around slowly. Prepared for if this was a substitution jutsu or an illusion of some sort. Perhaps a clone waiting in the wings? The mist didn't help matters so he would dispel it. The world the two of them stood in would seem to fade away. Revealing the throne room filled with water once more. Still he would hold the water prison for a few moments. Letting the situation sink in for his training partner. There was nothing else visible in the room besides them. And that sword and broken chair scattered around the room. He would hold it for what should feel like forever as the water finished draining out from the room until only puddles of it remained.

Finally Sero would release the water prison before Burritsu could drown. After all that technique he had demonstrated had expanded out from himself. If he tried it here he would lock himself into a solid ball of ice. The hand seal he had formed seemed to be designed for recovering chakra though. So at least while he had time on his hands he had planned to do something. Remaining calm was admirable in the situation though. Sero would take a deep breath and close his eyes a moment before opening them. They had returned to the whites of his eyes with the shining blue centers. Still cold and emotionless but that killing instinct had faded from him. The pressure of his aura dropping to a passive danger before he continued to speak.

"Here I was able to establish my domain of control. Placing myself in a position of advantage. I was able to control the outcome by controlling the battlefield. Of course I have the advantage of experience....which is what you need to gain. So I want you to reflect now. Name three things you would have done differently now that you can reflect on it. "

Within himself however...deep in his black soul the birdcage would hang still over the pool of blood. The massive thing creaking as it shifted lazily left and right. A pair of glowing blue eyes gazing out from its shadows. Kukuo would scoff audibly before shifting in his cage. Sero would turn within himself and speak with his inner beast.

'You are being too soft with him. Where is your killer instinct?'

'Silence beast. Not all history is written in blood'

'Your ledger is dripping in it.'

'mind your tongue Kukuo. This is still my body.'

'for now'

With the growing pressure in his lungs he realized it was soon till he would blackout in turn failing the objective of the training but he had hoped it was a stepping stone in the right path. Keeping his concentration the flow of chakra continued to run and grow throughout his body his only bet was that he would be released after drowning with his eyes flickering for a brief moment to the ever growing darkness that clouded his vision. He lost and there was simply nothing else to be done. He pushed the body to its limits but nothing seemed to come out of it as he was bested by water a large amount of it at the very least but it was over as the pressure was released and he was allowed access to the air around them both. Coughing a little before adjusting his body, cracking and stretching his limbs he continued to take in a good amount of breath. He never experienced a rush like this in his life but it felt somewhat enjoyable to be pushed into a corner. The thrill of the battle put a smile on his face and that of Blitz after catching his breath he was already bombed with a question a simple but sometimes complexed but this was not for him. It was the host that needed to be the one to reply back to him but even after all that he doubted he would be up for a fight so soon out of recovery. Picking himself up on the surface of the water he had no words to say he lost the fight and felt somewhat depleted coming from the bed to a fight what type of idea did the boy have in his head. Even he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact this was a complete suicide mission but at the very least it was done.

“That’s a conversation we need to have later.. When I’m under a better mindset.”

Burittsu took a deep breath as he could only mentally process what occurred but it seemed it was better for him to leave and return the boy back to his body. It seemed the training itself was exactly what he needed but it was only the rush of adrenaline keeping his body going as he cooled down the soreness and pain flooded in rapidly. All was being felt throughout the body but nothing could stop it now he was weak and he felt it as he stood up tall he could only stretch his limbs some more. Closing his eyes for a mere moment he could only think of a proper way to leave the mansion clearly he was no match for the beast yet as long as Blitz remained running in a circle no progress was ever going to be made. In Burittsu’s case this was for the better. He had no clue when the two would switch again but for this time he made sure to take care of them both obviously for his own safety. Without a doubt it did feel good to have full control of the situation and outcome instead of being the bystander forced to watch a beat down. He felt a bit stiff but good enough to move around. Smiling for a mere second he even thought about his faults, the number was obviously too great since he didn’t possess the body at the very start yet he began to think of more ways to learn and grow. The amount of water he had around him was being used to the advantage of the opponent. His abilities stemmed from the ice itself but everything has a beginning using base elemental jutsu's that seemed efficient in this training for the enemy. Burittsu could only play the role of the kid for so long before someone would realize he was acting rather unusual or maybe he would simply be who he dreamed of finally being the chance was his to claim. Glancing upon the man and the area around them it seemed it was best for him to abuse the training some more next time indeed with a better arsenal then he brought with him today.

“Later with the conversation and my faults. The training failed. I failed. Hurry up with the punishment.”

Sero would listen to the young man a moment longer before he would turn His white cloak shifting without a drop of water left on it. After all Sero was a lord of water. His clothes, his body, his hair. All of it was just controlled water. He did not seem to mind at all that things had turned out the way they did. It was merely to be expected. He was after all a commander and Blitz was simply another man under his command. Albeit one who had gained the queens favor. Perhaps that alone had been enough to garner attention from Sero. His aura would shift as it moved with him. Like a dying pressure falling from Burritsu's shoulders. Sero moved to the doors as they would swing open before him. The residual water in the room shifting and pooling at his bare feet as he walked. Despite how cold it was the water not frozen where it sat would return to the source. Cold blue eyes would look back to the young man a moment. Taking him in a moment longer before speaking in a cold tone. No hate or pity in the empty voice. Simply speaking without any emotions.

"You already are punished. By yourself more than I ever could. You know you are weak. You know that you need to get stronger and yet you struggle to achieve that much. A word of advise is what I will leave you with. Do not rely on your blood so utterly. You build the ice from base elements. Learn the jutsu others have discovered before you for those base elements. Building bricks to greater and more versatile strength. Do not challenge me again until you have done so. If you do so out of insolence I will take an arm from you."

With that Sero turned as the shadows in the hall danced along with his every step. He had more work to do and no more time to play. A beast of a different burden than those used to plow the fields. He was a tool to the village of destruction and it was clear he had not been attempting to kill from the start. His truly destructive abilities had been shelved for this moment to teach rather than destroy. An oddity for such a creature that brought death wherever he went. Still he left Blitz whole where he was. However he wanted to see this moment would be up to him. Sero claimed no responsibility for the boys future actions...but that split personality...it would be watched. If it benefited the village it would be cultivated. If it brought ruin with its future it would be eliminated with the boy. It was simply the way of things. Soon though Sero would be gone and that murderous aura with him. Only the dim light left in the room and the steady dripping of the ice beginning to melt. Burritsu had his own battles to overcome and his own task assigned to him now.

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The simple punishment of words as the figure walked away left him to think of his failure but nothing seemed to shake the male as he was only lost to where he went during the battle as if he was pulled away. Strict warnings not to challenge unless he was ready to lose a limb another warning but also a bar that needed to be reached he needed to learn to progress and fresh out of his coma it seemed best to continue training. His body felt limp and heavy indeed he was weak but he had enough strength to muster enough energy to pick himself up and make his way towards the exit. With the feeling of warmth and cold mixing inside of him he felt as if he was growing himself into something he couldn’t recognize a threat that even he didn’t know but none of it mattered if he was allowed to grow and evolve into a better version of himself. Damp clothing and a sore body to boost he could only push with so much effort to even leave a crack big enough to slide through the door without wasting too much energy. For a teacher it seemed he was doing his job, a thing that was lacking in the mind of the boy; he had no structure, not even a single pillar to hold up whatever foundation he was seeking. Simply seeking out to be a tool for the village was easier said than done. He didn’t have the passion and resolve with only more pressure from a monster such as that would forge him stronger but at the cost of his arm or humanity. A question that now popped into his head would he change for the best or for the worst and who would stop him if he decided it wasn’t enough would he completely be lost as he was this night during the battle. Maybe a well rested night of sleep would do the trick for the returning shinobi as he ventured down and out of the residence heading out into the darkness of the night. Limping and gazing ahead he could only chuckle to himself as he felt the cool breeze of the land touch his skin once more he felt the cold sensation of nature he was truly depleted as he made his way home.

“Incredible..”

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