by Natsuki Uchiha Sat Apr 06, 2024 6:55 pm
As their sparring session intensified, Natsuki's frustration reached its boiling point. Each of Hirito's blocks and counters seemed to underline Natsuki's own insecurities and doubts, pushing him closer to the edge.
"I said drop it, Hirito!" His voice cracked with emotion as he anchored his sword into the earth, using it as a pivot to launch a forceful kick toward Hirito's chest. The move was born out of desperation, a need to make Hirito see and to make him understand.
In the split second before impact, however, Hirito's eyes shifted, his sharingan igniting within them. It was a necessity to counter the unexpected ferocity of Natsuki's attack, but one that seemed to cut into the young Uchiha like any other blade. The sharingan was not just a tool but a reminder of the legacy of their clan, and of his own failure. Natsuki, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of those red eyes, felt a sting of envy and self loathing that was quickly overshadowed by the realization of his own actions.
"Hirito, I-" he started, but the words were lost, swallowed by the tension between them. The revelation of the Sharingan, in that moment of heated confrontation, laid bare everything between them. Hirito was counted among the prodigies of their clan, and for good reason, while Natsuki was nothing.
[Learned and Used Techniques]
Moonlight - C rank - 5 CP - 221/150 words
Kendo - C rank - 5 CP
[Relevant Stats]
Strength:
C (+ from Kendo, ++ from Moonlight)
Coordination:
B++ (+1 from Kendo, ++ from Moonlight)
2/50