His first hangover? [P;Invonly]

Samuru quickly straightens up as he watches his uncle, it is clear meditation he is not fond of if but for his own reasons.

He hears the instructions, simply calming breaths, that is boring but he will do it, the boys eyes close softly, his breathing slow.
In time the boy becomes relaxed, the sound of his breath and the beating of his heart becomes clear in his mind.

Still curious about his own answers with this calmer state of mind he lets his thoughts drift back to the earlier day, the blurry thoughts gradually become clear, the repressed memories caused by he damage to his psyche and the ones Viper purposely repressed some to fruition.

He sees through his eyes at the time, the hate swelling up within him, while in this state the boys canines enlarge, the aura of the beast forming around him only as a single tail, the malice of the beast reacting to his memories, as a test Viper allows the energy to flow into his son to see the result.

The event begins with the boy restraining the male, one that would technically be called a great uncle or a grandfather by technical title, the words that emerged from his mouth causing the next events, his form making his way to his aunt only for the cloak to cut him off, another arm impacts the woman that would technically be considered a great aunt or a grandma, the arm sending her skidding across the ground away from his aunt which at the time was top priority, the boys form however begins to burn as the chakra gets more intense, the feelings of malice in his memories causing the boys skin to slightly peel starting on his arms but the skin instantly heals thanks to the version one cloak with Viper keeping back the version two from overwhelming his son.

Through his mental eyes he now views part of his roaring form, black dense chakra morphing him into that of a beast, as he thinks back he hears the voice of the beast, even his own softly spoken, words such as "kill him" are most common, the boy beginning to shake slightly whilst he meditates, a mixture of fear and rage from the memories flow through him, he does not truly wants to see what happens next, as if a child afraid to look under their bed he hesitantly pushes forward into his memories.

A black sphere, it swirls before him, aimed up at the captured man whom is to Samuru's knowledge blood family, within his mind Samuru screams for himself to stop but the memory plays on, the beam of energy tearing through the air only to atomize his family member, a forbidden act, a single oath he made to his father broken, the memory ends with his aunts gaze before all goes dark.

The boys cloak slowly fades, his form sits as if frozen in time, his breathing becomes slightly shaky, a single tear is produced from his right eye which slides down his cheek only to drip upon his right pant leg.
Low words are spoken by the boy, barely audible words mostly spoken to himself to confirm what he saw.
"I .... Killed him...." the boys form immobile, his mind now flowing through with the full memories of the event, the rage, the blood lust, the feeling of power, all of it pushed aside by the end by the feeling of shame and sadness, the fact that he took the life of one of his family members in a blind rage, he let his family down.

[4900]

Echo watches his Nephew follow his instructions and activates his Sharingan to check over the details...no twitching...good.

He watches him relax and nods in approval, he breathes in as well but stiffens slightly as the boy begins whimpering softly and mumbling to himself..

A trance? He's in deep...

His eyes narrow in concentration and his right eyebrow arches up at his admission worry building in his chest at the single tear "...Who?" He asks bluntly his legs now tensing...something isn't right here...

Samuru's eyes slowly open, his head looks over to view his uncle, his words are shakey and soft, "Aunt Prims Father..My grandfather..I killed a family member because I lost control..
The boys form shakes lightly, the shock from this causing soft tears one after another out of anger, and disgust with himself that he was this weak.
"I hate it, I hate this fucking demon get it out of me!" the boy yells, tears streaming down his face as his pain grows by the moment.
Samuru gets to his feet and makes his way to a close tree, his right arm is drawn back and trusted forward with his right fist impacting the tree, his arm draws back as the left follows his motions, this continues for a few minutes as his knuckles begins to bleed, this however is quickly healed up by the demon as the boy drops to his knees, his teeth clenched in anger and shame.

[5016]

Echo blinks at the outburst and stands a quick burst of wind lifting him to his feet almost instantly as his Nephew stands "She has one of those?" He questions not entirely taking an interest in Primrose, he still considers her just an annoyance to him and holds no care for her in his heart like Samuru and Viper do.

She's just an Uchiha after all, and all Uchiha are the same save for a few exceptions.

Echo's eyes narrow as the boy begins losing himself in his despair, the crack of the bark making him sigh "Boy, you're losing it again..." He states simply his crimson eyes gleaming in slight warning.

"And were very close to the Konoha prefecture....do you know what happens when a Bijuu is torn from it's host?" He asks his voice now like a cold wind cutting through a warm summer day.

"They die, violently.." He states crossing his arms "You'll never be rid of the beast Samuru...Never." He states his tone final and it holds no glee, no happiness...just a simple cold truth.

Samuru's teeth grind against each other, his eyes close tightly as he forces back the tears.
His uncles words flow through his mind, the cold hard truth that he will never be rid of this beast made clear to him.

The boy struggles to get to his feet, his form shaking slightly with his form weak.
"Fuck this beast then.." the boy says, his voice cold, no real emotion detected in it, his eyes still shut tight.
"Just because I have this bastard in me does not mean I gotta use it, the beast is dead to me."

Samuru's eyes open as now within his bloodshot eyes is his silver Masutaai, the third tomoe now formed within his eyes.
"I'm gonna be stronger then this so called king of demons because I don't fucking need it!"
The boy now glaring towards his uncle, he now has a new goal, to get strong enough where if this beast shows itself again he can beat it back inside its seal, anger fills his eyes, for this to happen he needs to get his own power superior, for a while he got addicted to the power of the beast, going so far as to use it casually as if there was now no consequence, and that cost him a family member.
Never again, if he cannot do something by the power he earned and was born to have, then fuck it.

"Uncle Echo I do not care if you kick my ass but I want you to fight me, it is the only way I am going to get stronger!"
The boys change to his eyes for the most part is unnoticed, only his prior state of advanced sight being available to him, his right foot slides back a few inches as his form tightens ready to do battle with his uncle.

[5325

Requesting the third tomoe of the Masutaai under the reasoning he renounced the Kyuubi's power after the death of his grandfather at his hand, thus his need to grow stronger and use his own power more than qualifies in my opinion.]

[Approved.]

Echo's arrogance fights with his pride, although the declaration is quite foolish it's also quite admirable.

His facial expressions show nothing as merely stares towards his Nephew, he nods once.

"Very well, I'll try not to break anything...permanently." He adds in as an afterthought...after all..a little pain could be good for the kid. "Though you should try and find sparring partners your own age...fighting with a Master Class won't help you learn, despite popular belief if your not even with someone you can't notice your mistakes...if you're just being thrown around by your old man or me or even the Hokage you won't learn much..." He states his words of wisdom being imparted once more.

"That being said....you ready for this Wonder-brat?" He asks a smirk forming across his face now "You've spoken up about becoming stronger then the King, let's give you a taste of what you need to overcome.." His smirk turns into a feral grin now...the instincts to put the Kit into his place and cement himself as top-dog...errr...Fox taking over his mindset once more.

The boys hears his uncles words, they are the truth, his thoughts for but a moment debate on going back to the academy, putting his ego aside and potentially "teaming up" with the earth born children.
This however is put to the side as he keeps his visage upon his uncle whom is now five meters away, a smirk returns to the boys face as he hears the words about his uncle breaking him.
"I'm ready for whatever you got old man, all else fails I'll keep coming back from the beatings with skin like Koroshi!"
The boy says bringing up his other uncle, one that sadly he does not get to see as often, the rock busting and head butting contests he misses dearly.

His eyes detail his uncles entire form, the overwhelming presence that he will one day have to surpass easily seen by his eyes as he sees the roaring flame of the Kyuubi's chakra deep within him, the very power that lies within him, the very power that took family from him.
With a burst of speed Samuru makes the first move, his form feeling faster, more alert, the boy unknowing that his eyes are the cause of this, a use of the afterimage technique to amplify the boys speed rockets him forward, unlikely that the afterimage will be created he uses it solely for speed as he goes head on towards his uncle, the amplification from the afterimage technique ending just as quick as it appears with the boy being in front of his uncle should he remain still, a palm strike from his right hand is sent towards his uncles stomach, if successful the reverse summoning seal is placed upon his attire along with slight impact damage against his uncle, immediately after the strike if successful Samuru twists on his right foot bending his knee and making a counter clockwise spinning rotation to reach his uncles rear with aid from a push from his left leg, if up to this point the boy sweeps his right leg forward aiming for the back of his uncles knees, even if he cannot do anything to him he is gonna do everything he damn well can, his left hand taking on the seal of confrontation but not using it yet waiting for the right moment.

[5713]

Wind rockets around Echo's frame swirling in a raw mass of power his eyes seeming to burn a brighter crimson with the raw power he exudes, he is proud of his Nephew coming at him with no fear...

..Come to think of it...How did he use to fight without the Kyuubi?

...Wait a second....

He didn't.

The thought gives slight pause to his Nephew coming at him in slow motion to the eyes of one of the more powerful Shinobi on the planet..

Well...teach by showing....it's time he dusts off his book of dirty tricks.

"Lesson one!" He shouts Before his frame flickers from view and at the edge of the forest he reappears from his raw burst of speed.

His left hands middle finger is produced the Henge applied to show off Echo's original form, that of the Thirteen year old prankster in a green shirt he blows a raspberry at the boy before with a leap and a click of his heels he dashes off into the forest at a much slower pace. "SEE YA SUCKER!!!" The childish taunt is called...Echo sometimes forgets he is in fact Thirteen years old himself...and not the adult the drug from so long ago made him appear to be.

Well, time for a bit of a blast from the past!

Echo the trickster!

Echo the trapper!

Echo the downright slippery slimy cheating bastard child of the Uchiha clan!

The child despite his speed misses his uncle, as his palm extends forwards his uncles form fully vanishes which causes the boys teeth to grind more, his eyes to narrow at how he is playing with him and just using his speed instead of punching him in the face which he would prefer.
The words picked up as he looks around for his uncle, he takes notice of his form, or at least he thinks it is near the edge of the training field against the bordering forest.
The middle finger is cast towards him along with departing words, this both confuses and angers the boy that he asked for a fight, not a game of fucking tag.

His narrowed eyes look towards his uncles form as he departs into the forest, he flows more chakra to his eyes hoping to increase his vision in some form and then it happens, the world is made clearer to him as he now views a full three hundred and sixty degrees around him, this causes the boy to jump at first wondering what the hell is going on, scared he broke his own eyes by over loading them with chakra, this however is put aside for the matters at hand, his uncles form is seen as a crimson outline ahead of him in the forest, everything is visible and it makes the boy smirk.
By using the powers of his void ring the boy vanishes only to reappear in his uncles travel path only a few inches from him, Samuru in the sky and on level with his uncles face, the outcome of his is the boy bear hugging his uncles face as he runs into him his legs wrapped around his neck, the impact with Samuru no doubt causing his upper body to go back and his legs forward his uncle put on his ass.
"Got ya mother fucker!" the boy yells if he indeed succeeded on capturing his uncle, his face still held, secretly the seal of the reverse summoning is placed upon the back of the head he is gripping tightly and not letting go.

[6069]

He chuckles as he dashes off into the forest, he idly activates his Sharingan, he hasn't been this small in awhile and wants to make sure he doesn't ram into a tree or something...that'd be embarrassing..

His vision is suddenly blocked by black flecks and his Nephew's frame attempting to capture him..

But he is the boy who outran ANBU in his youth for the fun of it, the boy who led the strongest in the village on wild chases for hours on end..and he's much faster now...and he wants to play a bit..the boy needs to see that being a Shinobi isn't just about being strong.

His knee's bend low his heels sticking up while he arches his back backwards his fingertips pressing against the forest ground as he tilts his head back watching the boy soar over head in slow motion, both due to his speed and his active Sharingan.

He idly notes if he wasn't so fast and had a lot of experience dodging Shinobi who wanted to get his hands on him he would have been caught.

His legs already tensed push upwards his frame leaning forward as he continues his run his clenched hands swinging in front of him as he makes a mad dash towards the forests denser spaces...he'd use Shadow clones but their still rather rowdy...

He don't need his Nephew knowing how much of a loon he actually is...

The duck and sprint occur just as Samuru appears and the dash occurs just as he sails overhead...

Echo was short at this age.....something Viper taunted him about endlessly..