A Fateful Encounter (Private, Invite Only & No PK)

Previously for Shigemi (Third Post)

Shigemi sat unceremoniously on the ground. He was tired. His encounter with the Uchiha took a lot out of him.

Rage...and...chaos...Maybe I ought to try that jutsu again.

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Several meters away, he eyed a black-hair individual from a distance. He had a similar appearance to the man he had met earlier. He must be an Uchiha...

How are they so powerful? It's not fair. I wish I had those eyes.

Moaning with frustration, Shigemi picked himself up and began approaching the Uchiha. If he wanted to become powerful, he might as well meet powerful people themselves.

Approaching a meter before the Uchiha, Shigemi froze. How was this person going to act?

"Hello...I...uh..." Shigemi scratched his head. Up close, the Uchiha was quite young. He had little sucess with interacting with people younger than him. He loved little kids but...

It was quite awkward.

Gleaming effortlessly atop the young Uchiha's forehead was the symbol of Konohagakure, proudly etched into the metal presented to him upon passing the genin exams. That was the plate of Kenzo's forehead protector. Kenzo's entire figure was covered in black; black pants and a black longsleeve shirt with the Uchiha crest proudly emblazoned upon his back. Kenzo's eyes were dark, but even darker was the omnious aura that engulfed his figure. Long strands of black hair dangled in front of Kenzo's face, acting as a curtain would to hide Kenzo's left eye from the outside world, but Kenzo could still see clearly through the black mass of threads. An outside viewer would likely take notice to the right side of Kenzo's face, since, due to the prolonged kiss of the sun's rays of light, the hint of yellow upon Kenzo's skin was the only visible color on Kenzo's body. All other aspects of the boy were dull; void of any emotion, and observing those disinterested, half-opened eyelids, would not serve to encourage one to talk to Kenzo. Now Kenzo had wondered, though the inquiry was a silent one: What does this guy want? Still, Kenzo answered with the simplest of all greetings.

"Hello."

It had been so long since Kenzo had spoken with one of his fellow shinobi. He had almost forgotten how cute, and high-pitched his own voice was.

One word. It was expected but nonetheless, Shigemi felt speechless. Why was this boy affecting him so much?

"Ah! Well then..." Shigemi extended his hand toward the Uchiha youth.

"I am Shigemi Mikemi, and you?"

Shigemi made sure to hold eye contact as he held his hand out.

At that moment, as the two males conversed at their leisure, never once questioning the squandered opportunity to better themselves for fated battle to come, the chilly winter air would make pass through the village, swerving through and around many civilians before cutting past Shigemi and...

"Kenzo... Kenzo Uchiha."

Momentarily the lustrous black silk that rested above Kenzo's head began to shift with the call and force of the wind; not a single tree, but all the trees around Konoha rustled at the command of the wind, a sound that played harmoniously on point with the luminous waft of Kenzo's black hair. The mass of threads was distorted only for the moment that the winter breeze whistled by, sending a chill down the back of the young Uchiha, and all around him. One even heard the chattering of a nearby civilian. When dark eyes caught the extended hand rising, Kenzo's hand rose to meet Shigemi's, meeting briefly to pass Kenzo's hellish warmth onto Shigemi. Kenzo's grip was slightly more than firm. His grip was powerful, especially for one of his size, rank, and age, but still even with his power Kenzo was still not alone. Konoha was, indeed, the only village that would ever dare pit Genin against Jounin from an opposing vilage, and expect nothing less than success. These word the words of an Uchiha, noted in history by the world, and Kenzo planned on keeping the legitimacy of those words befitting.

Warm, so warm...

The very heat emanating from Kenzo's hand was akin to a fireplace. Suddenly, Shigemi felt itchy. He always felt this way when he was affected by warm temperature. Shigemi took a moment to truly observe his fellow nin. Small, yet imposing. Young yet...experienced looking. And again, Shigemi was drawn to the features which characterized the Uchiha clan. Black and raven-like hair adorned on a pale face with eyes of the darkest of stones. Shigemi tightened his grip. He had been idle for too long. Around the boy was this unmistakable aura of power. If he wanted to become stronger, he would have to face similar and even more powerful people. Otherwise, he would be completely surpassed by ones even younger than he.

"Well then Kenzo, how about a spar? As I understand, you had the power to be considered in a fight against a jounin. I want you to show me that power so I know what it takes to surpass you."

Shigemi let out a soft chuckle. There was little chance he would be approaching Kenzo's power anytime soon. But for now, he had better start working.

Upon hearing this a single eyebrow raise upon Kenzo's face. If Kenzo were to fight Shigemi here, now, the village would like fall victim to Kenzo's flames; after all, fire could not me controlled, only directed, and once it makes contact, it spreads towards anything within range, much like Kenzo's anger. That anger hadn't been seen since Kenzo had last seen Kenshin, his brother. It almost made him wonder where Kenshin was. Kenzo released Shigemi's hand, and tucked his own hand into his pocket before shifted his pupils to the left and nodding his head left. If Shigemi didn't catch the signal, then this meeting would be cut short, but if he followed, he would find that Kenzo was leading him towards a small clearing in the center of an intersection in the road. The crowd of people began to clear the streets as Kenzo walked as though thy already knew what exactly was going to go down in the next few seconds.

Gazing at where he believed Kenzo was signalling towards, Shigemi made a quick nod. His father did the same thing when he wanted to train him. The small clearing Kenzo had pointed to would do for a little spar. Shigemi followed Kenzo to the clearing and stood across from him. For a few moments, Shigemi took a deep breath and observed his surroundings. There was crowd brewing around both ninja, forming a circular shape. This would be a big problem if Shigemi got too invested into the fight and "let loose". He had to control himself here, otherwise, there would be unwanted casualties.

But...how am I supposed to combat him if I can't go all out?

He kept a solid face but he was nervous about how to start.

Kenzo too would have to hold back in this fight. He couldn't risk burning well... everything. Kenzo toke a kneel, and picked up a small pebble before creating the Seal of Reconcilitaion with his hands. As he rose to a stand, the pebble in his hand was flung towards Shigemi's chest with a speed of four. One could not simply rely on a single projectile to hit it's mark however, could they? As the Kunai soared through the air towards Shigemi, Kenzo's body vanished before "manifesting" behind, and slightly to the left, of Shigemi's figure via one of the most basic of all techniques. His body was rotating, and, before the small pebble could even come close enough to hit its mark, Kenzo extended his right foot, aiming to kick Shigemi in his lower back with a speed and strength of four, and send the male forward towards the incoming pebble, making the impact more damaging if the pebble his its mark.

"Wha?"

Kenzo simply had thrown a pebble and vanished. The pebble seemed harmless and Shigemi could dodge it. What did Kenzo take him for?

"!"

Suddenly, his ears picked up a slight thud on the ground behind him. Was that Kenzo? How did he get behind him so fast? In a moment of instinct, Shigemi quickly dove towards the ground onto his stomach, barely dodging the pebble. With a quick glance, Shigemi's eye widened as he saw a leg outstretched where he was standing. It was Kenzo's. With a grunt, Shigemi twisted his body and swung his legs with a strength of four and speed of three to trip Kenzo.

Ah, so Shigemi was smart enough to rely on the rest of his senses. This Kenzo noted right before there was sudden pain near his ankle. With that pain came the distorted sense of vision. Kenzo's world had begun to spin and flip around him, or was it Kenzo who was flipping? Either way, this did not matter. What did matter was the earth that Kenzo's face nearly forcibly collided with, if not for his hand which swiftly moved into the air between Kenzo's face and the ground, pressing on the ground to keep Kenzo from eating shit at that moment. Still, his body hit the floor, but it didn't take long for Kenzo to recover. Almost instantly, Kenzo was rolling along the ground, distancing himself from Shigemi before rising to a stand.