Burning Water

Wings of Freedom. It was especially the same day that he had left, that Amegakure had recognized that they were in no place to complain about anything. Kamuza had left without a word to the people, but pressingly a word to the Amekage. He had wrote a letter to him despite the grief he may have caused him, Kamuza would have arrived in the Land of Fire in no time flat traveling through a large variety of trees. The large variety of trees were not your normal type of trees, but could you have call it the forest of big brother trees. Now where did this forest get it's name? Well, essentially big brother's are generally tall. These trees were ten meters wide and twenty meters high, the forest of big brother trees. Kamuza would be jumping from branch to branch in a journey to actually get somewhere in life. But not in life, in justice. He wanted to craft the world in his own hands, and to do so he had to gain power. Not the normal power man possessed, like making fires which caveman thought was magic or sending electromagnetic waves across space. Aside, this time they only knew little of the sort. Men in this time had learned to control the chakra, or spirit inside of them. Many were fueling with chakra, and could only live with so much inside of them. But other's were special, living with burning fuels of chakra they could use. And chakra was exactly no issue to these! But then came even more levels, such a chakra beasts. Also known as Bijuu, these were even more superior then a talented shinobi. You could even say, the ones who were doomed to have been sealed with it until death do them part had luck on their side. They could orbit the chakra, and use it to there advantage. But it turned into a tag-of-war match, where much doesn't go into described. Jumping across the big-brother forest he then found an opening and hearing the voice of a rushing waterfall. It wasn't close but he could hear it, it was a distance away. The short hearing of a waterfall, he was definitely in the land of fire. The place which he had never dreamed of going due to hearing about all of the powerhouses. It was a long time when Kamuza had that fear, and now he was more free then ever. He didn't care about those powerhouses, he wanted to train for himself. And only for himself. Kamuza continued to rush forwards into the darkness fully aware of his surroundings, he had a backpack behind him down from his right shoulder to his left hip. And under that was his katana; Heavens Sorrow Ninjato. The special sword that could practically cut through anything that he had come into, he then jumped on top of a tree so that his knees would be hidden away from the branches and twigs. He looked up into the night, the time had almost seemed just right. He was in the mood for a battle, the chilly man was always in a mood for a battle. Even bothered the Amekage to have a spar with him, he then met himself in a historical site which he had researched some time in Amegakure. The Valley of End, was it? Where Madara Uchiha - A long ancestor in the Uchiha clan had battled with Hashirama Senju - A great founder of the Senju clan and had control over all of the tailed beasts. Kamuza had always favored Hashirama over Madara, but why was this? The creation over life verus the flaming source of destruction. Which sounded promptly better to you? Kamuza making his way through the darkness, then comes across the statue of Hashirama Senju climbing on top of it with his Water Walking Technique he got to the top to admire the waterfall sparkling at night. The view was majestic, and maybe an idiot would give away his life to see it at least once. This was the Land of Fire, not always raining and not always pouting. Kamuza had full eyes on the project, it was to find someone to spar with him. A battle, and especially a battle to test his skills. Coincidentally, he had spotted another person on the statue. But not the one he stood on, the statue of Madara Uchiha which was not too far from where he was. Kamuza fondled his eyes, puzzled at the man. If he waved in the darkness it would be no matter, who could see through it? Kamuza then headed his voice towards the figure in the dark which he could hardly figure out due to the black hair color and clothing, "Hello? If you are a passing shinobi, would you care for a spar?" he said demonically delighted to see his answer. Even in this darkness a man's gotta be chilly.

The everlasting silence was even more appealing to Kamuza, for he had no idea what the man's answer was going to be. Whether it was to revolt while taking a ditch and going home or it was to silently find a way to strike. This worried Kamuza as he did, keep his distance. He was standing on the Hashirama Senju Statue while his spar partner was standing in the opposite direction. He awaited for him to strike, but could have at least seen him swaying in the dark coming towards him as if he was planning on kicking him. Once he heard the voice, "Challenge Accepted" he would already stick out his palms and generate a thick layer of ice. The ice wasn't normal ice, no, Kamuza was a complete master of ice manipulation. Some could even say god, the thick layer of ice would have been ten meters wide and ten meters high coming around the direction where Kenzo would be heading off to. At the time in the air, he would have been decreasing in speed from falling. This gave Kamuza enough time to shape the ice dome around him, almost as if he was creating a prison or coffin. The ice would be moving at a speed of a hundred and be as durable as the stat of a hundred, meaning this was one hard shell. It would fiercely close around Kenzo, but not enough to permanently harm him but squeeze him for a brief moments notice. Kamuza would hold him in place, in the middle of the air, where the ice would have shaped around, where he would have came down from. Honestly, at first Kamuza was going to use this dome as a shield to whatever his challenger was planning to do. But unfortunately he had just ran in front of it, and the ice dome would have increased most critically and fastly. Kamuza -is- a Ice God, or at least what the critics have to put. Kamuza spent little time to even think about it, there was no intention to kill or it'd be a waste. The ice would slap him together, not sink him into a tight corner until he would suffocate or squeeze to his death. When I say flat, I mean he wasn't squeezed so hard but a sharp slap all around his body. Kamuza didn't exactly know who or what his challenger was, he hadn't even seen his face. But he was in the mood to battle and did so attend to. But unfortunately, he was pressured into squeezing inside of the ice. But not squeezing with no space to breath. Little space was given for this boy to breath right, it was just the problem of having his bones crushed into dust. The durability and strength were both a hundred, and it would be nearly impossible to say you could just bend out of it. Kamuza had his eyes on the man, if he cried out for help or to surrender then he would safely release him on the lake below them. If he hadn't then he would continue to put pressure on him with the Ice Dome which seemed more like you are putting a rubix cube which had been halved together. Kamuza could have easily made this boy could pop, but what was the gain in that? He was literally focused onto learn something from his fight, and he hadn't gone full out yet. He was just getting started, Kamuza was waiting for his move when he then used another Ice technique, a combination of two different skills to allow him to float in air when he created a platform of ice and lifted himself into the air approximately five meters above of the glass dome but ten meters away from it.

Even though the black clothed man had an advantage in the battle, it wasn't for sure that he had probably exaggerated fault. Kamuza himself would first witness the Ice melting, and it wasn't the first time. Then it hit him, he was in fact a fire specialist. And probably one that just did not design in Katon, but inherited in heat it's self. How did he come up with this? Well, if you use a fire release jutsu in a tight space like that then you are going to be scorched in your own jutsu. A common unattended suicide from young shinobi, it wasn't clear but the ice would essentially fall and crack into pieces. The ice that was closest to his challeneger would have melted, and the ones farther would simply crack. The twenty-seven stat difference wasn't much, but of course it showed which was superior and which was inferior. Kamuza had a sharp eye on his target, no longer did he hold just a black outline but it came a little more clear to distinguish the man. The reddish-orange wave of light made it clear to see his face, for he had the mere body of a child. Charmed by his skills, Kamuza did not throw the spar to him. In fact, he wanted to prolong it. He queried the fact that he had the elemental disadvantage, freezing and melting. The game had begun, and Kamuza was just apart of it. He never did catch his challenger's name, but it didn't matter. By the time the man was passing through his ice dome, Kamuza then transformed his whole entire body to ice. This increased his speed largely, and to the point to even surpassing his spar partner's speed. It was time, he had visually seen the boy heading towards him. His reaction time did not betray, Kamuza jumped farther into the air. Now that he had turned his whole entire body into Ice, he could manipulate himself. Cunning wasn't it? At the same time he was avoiding the man, he manipulated ice to form between them with large enormous spikes. A 20 meter spread wall, with spikes covering the front of it which headed to Kenzo but nothing but a flat background on it's other side. Kamuza kept a good eye and knew exactly where the boy was, even though the ice was -190 degrees Celsius it wouldn't take long before the boy would surpass it. Kamuza was on high alert, it was then he fled downwards. Around the same time where Kenzo would have noticed the ice wall by simply running into it. Kamuza would flee downwards near the pre-existing water source, it was still a battle of flight but Kamuza wanted to take measures. There were large chunks of deposited ice which had fell from the dome and he manipulated them to form under his feet as a platform, but he didn't actually need them. "Amazing. I don't believe we've had chance for introductions. I am Kamuza of the Rain, and you are...?" Kamuza had said. The boy would probably notice the manipulated chunks of ice that did not directly fall into the ocean, but hovered in air. This was the mental focus of manipulating ice, didn't you hear? He -is- an ice god, as long with that term the water around him began to literally freeze and froze at a speed of a hundred. Kamuza had his eye on Kenzo the whole time, consisting of when he was in the air to when he made his own stand. His eye was on the ball, and ready for the pitch. Kenzo's punch would've made contact with the sharp-daggered wall, and when it did he would have started to get punctured from the countless number of ice spikes. Piercing through his skin, and making him a hung up corpse. Even though it would pierce him, due to the Heart of Fire it would have either melted by the time it came in touch with him, meaning by the time it punctured his skin or if he had some other universal jutsu which he didn't use at first he would be able to use it after getting punctured. Either way, Kamuza wasn't going to help him with something that he ran into. His jutsu only melted or scorched things that he TOUCHED, so it wasn't much of an option when he was thinking that he could come crashing down to slam his fist into Kamuza. As high alert as he was, Kamuza had kept his eye on his location the whole time. In addition he was ready for anymore tricks up his opponents sleeve.

No. Kenzo could not feel it at all, even as he rushed forward towards Kamuza. That low, high-pitched voice of his never, not even once, fluctuated to show that he held any interest in the battle at hand. Even under the influence of the Heart of Fire, Kenzo's Heartbeat was steady. Tonight, in the dark, Kenzo could not bring himself to care anymore for this fight than he cared for the color of the sky itself. The battle lacked color, flavor, taste, heat. How could Kenzo have been expected to fight like this? How could anyone? That heart beat continued to slow. Still, Kenzo rushed forward with his hand curled into a tight little ball, that is, until a spiked wall began to move towards his figure. After that... It all seemed to happen in slow motion. 


The wall had been moving far too fast, but Kenzo still made the attempt to evade the incoming construct to the best of his ability. Kenzo began soaring backwards as he stared in the direction of Kamuza, attempting to keep an eye on both Kamuza's icy figure, and the incoming wall to no avail. Kenzo could only see objects that moved so fast, and Kamuza was moving far past that limit. The ice god vanished quite abruptly from Kenzo's sight, and the wall continued to close the distance between itself and Kenzo, threatening to end the beating of his small heart here and now. It was moving faster than the boy after all. That distance was closed in less that a second, and, when the distance between them had been completely closed spikes pierced into Kenzo's cheek, chest, and legs. Kenzo couldn't help but to pull his head backwards to keep the stakes from piercing his skull. They did not pierce very deeply, for as blood began to run across Kenzo's face and chest, staining his Chakra Battle Pants with red, the sharp end of those stakes melted and evaporated.

I felt that.


Kenzo thought as he blinked and that Sharingan spiraled into his eye for the first time. The first time? Yes. Never had those divine tomeo spiraled into the young flaming Uchiha's irides with such an appearance. There it was, the third and final tomeo. Only after being outclassed by multiple faster shinobi more than once did Kenzo finally realize that he could not fight without these eyes. It had taken four different shinobi to outclass Kenzo before he began to depend upon the power of his people. How many times had he used them before? Once? Twice? Regardless, the act was never an intentional one, but this time it was. Kenzo's glowing figure began to lose it's color as the thermal exoskeleton faded, but not even he had noticed this. So many words entered the males mind at this time. His mind was moving far faster than his body as he analysed the world he saw before himself. It was magnificent, especially the drops of blood that Kenzo left in the air as he fled from the frozen wall. Kenzo thought himself a goner, that is, until the world around him truly began to move in slow motion. The blood that seeped from the young Uchiha's wounds slowly spattered against the frozen wall. Then, as Kenzo fled from the frozen wall, he noticed something within his peripheral vision, and his eyes locked onto that moving object. It was Kamuza's frozen form. Though the entire experience happened in slow motion to Kenzo, all of this toke less than a second. Kenzo's figure has lost it's glow and gained multiple wounds, but he was not out of the fight. The simple fact that is own blood had been spilled did not make him slow his assault or question the purpose of this battle, for he engaged in battle with a resolve like no other. In fact, when the young male felt pain, when his blood had met that massive ice wall, he only wanted to fight more.


Now he could feel it. The pain alone had awakened the boy from his slumber, and his eyes opened wide. Now, he would introduce Kamuza to his passion. Now, Kenzo would cook the meat from the bone of Kamuza's body, and tear him apart. Youka had received the same treatment, so why would Kamuza be treated any differently? Still, Kenzo's assault on Kamuza would be nothing like what he tried to do to Youka... It would be worst. Kenzo was stronger now. A sudden blinding flash of light emanated from Kenzo's body. This red light could even be seen from Konoha as the young boy had lit the night sky with little to no effort. Those eyes homed in on Kamuza's frame, and, faster than the average human eye, or the eyes of a great portion of this worlds shinobi could blink, Kenzo was upon Kamuza, who's speed had been greatly surpassed. As Kenzo flew, red began to stretch from all sides of his body. The red would continue to stretch with speeds unrivaled throughout the duration of this entire battle until Kenzo was surrounded by a flat plain of red 5 meters in every direction except behind him(Up, down, and to Kenzo's sides). Still, Kenzo, who was surrounded entirely by a thin layer of red with flames that seemed to dance effortlessly and harmlessly upon his frame, never ceased his movement. He would crash, as an immeasurable number of meter long sharp protrusions began to grow from his body and the wall in Kamuza's direction, into Kamuza's body with force that was far greater than excessive to shatter numerous bones in the males body. Still, if Kenzo, his wall, or any of the sharp protrusions were allowed to get within a meters distance of Kamuza's frame he would, if he was a normal being, burst into flames, for Kenzo, his wall, and his protrusions were covered in a meter thick coat of heat. That wall would then close around the body of Kenzo and Kamuza, forming a dark, flaming ball in the sky that was likely noticeable from Konoha. The ball would then grow smaller until Kenzo and Kamuza's flaming body were again only a meter apart. This was Kenzo least used technique. This was Kenzo's favorite technique. This was the Flaming Seat of Judgement.  (Flaming Seat of Judgement: Movement Speed 210, Katon Strength and Sharpness 225) (Heat Surrounding Kenzo, Kenzo's Wall, and the Protrusion's: Burning Strength 105)


"Kenzo Uchiha..."

[Applying for Third-Tomoe]
[WC: 2545]

Someone had flicked off his sparring opponent, it was the fact that Kenzo had not know they were near a pre-existing water source and the field was Kamuza's own domain. Kamuza was not even planning to go into head to head action, due to his katana being melted into nothing but a hot rod of mental. The boy had ran straight into the frozen wall just as planned, and Kamuza would slip downwards towards the water. It wouldn't take long for the boy to force himslef out of the spikes of ice coming from the wall. Unfortunately this is what belonged the boy for trying to unfortunately fly straight into Kamuza, the boy would have blood dripping from his now, newly opened wounds. Kamuza could tell that this boy was agitated as he came soaring downwards to the point of standing on his own floor of ice. Kenzo would unlock a special power known to Uchiha, known as the Sharingan. At the moment, Kamuza would have not noticed he had just unlocked the third tomoe. And who's thanks it was? Kamuza's thanks, and he would be pleased to achieve it sometime. As Kamuza would be standing on the ice floor he would have been alerted by the sudden flash of light, was it another heat jutsu he wondered. With the large chunks of ice levitating in the air from his control, he would then close them together in front of him. The multiple ice chunks were used to form a shield, similar to the last one. The difference was that he was actually controlling them even moreso, once Kenzo would have been coming down towards him it was sly to notice but he could at least make a picture out of it. He had kept his eye on Kenzo the whole battle, and only a skilled shinobi could. Kamuza didn't waste time as he fled backwards, he summoned a creative creation from the pre-existing water source. He created a large solid glacier, yes, I said a large solid glacier. Don't believe me? It rose fifty meters long and tall, and could have been towering down the two statues of Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju. The glacier(20x20m) would be purely made out of ice, what else would it be made out of? Kamuza would have to apologize for using this amount of water for a simple spar, but only to test his skills. He would of course, soon put it back. Kamuza would have again levitated by controlling himself into the air, a clever tatic he had come up with. The glacier wasn't even a glacier, hell it was the smallest glacier you would've found since the ice age. Kamuza had only little time to think, but the glacier would overtake in front of the small boy with long black hair. Now that the boy had activated another heat jutsu, he could properly see the boy now. He was a small child, and looked even more so like a genin. This was inbetween the time the chunk of ice was created and Kenzo had attempted to speed down upon him. The large chunk of ice wasn't just made from the pre-existing water source but from the water particules inside of the air. If you know your science, then you would know why they are in there. Kamuza had an eye on where the light was shining, where Kenzo was. He caught his name "Kenzo Uchiha" and figured out why he was such a talented shinobi. The Uchiha clan was a clan that surrounded on genjutsu, basically illusions. And then the Sharingan. Something awakened from pure hatred, something that he wasn't looking forward too it. But what Uchiha would do with out it? It was probably an untalented Uchiha, Kamuza kept his eye on Kenzo. Even though Kenzo could have kept more then just a simple "eye" on him back. It wouldn't take long to notice it but Kamuza could also sense Kenzo not just on eye sight, but sense his chakra. He then noticed that he could distinguish Kenzo's chakra even better.

[Applying for memorizing Kenzo's chakra signature]

Approval no Jutsu for Kenzo