Hitori and Komori: Phoenix Fire

Sunlight peaked through Hitori’s window as it appeared over the horizon. His eyes fluttered open, and, blinded by the sudden light, closed sharply. Hitori rolled over in his bed, grasping the blanket and throwing it over his head.
The mission two nights ago left Hitori without any sleep; sleep and tiredness beckoned him to stay in bed. It felt so warm and cozy, much like a hug, and the cold air in his room only strengthened the seemingly large gravitation pull being generated by Hitori’s bed. How is it already morning... I should probably get up…
 
Nah.
 
As the day went on, Hitori remained in bed, until reawakening at noon. The Uzumaki slowly pulled the blanket off of his head and stretched his arms. “Finally…” he tried to say, but most of it came out as a low mumble. “A good night’s sleep.”
Hitori rotated his body, leaving his feet hanging off of his bed. He let out a loud and long sigh as his twisted his body, popping his back. Hitori leaned upward and began to rub his eyes. He looked out the window to find that the sun was in the middle of the sky.  Noon. Hm.
Hitori stood and stretched once more, and he made his way to the restroom. The Uzumaki splashed his face with water and fixed his hair. “Phew,” Hitori said, slipping on his chain underclothes. He grasped his coat and slid his arms through.
Making his way to the library, Hitori grasped a scroll he had found in his father’s personal collection. Following his first mission, Hitori decided it would be for the best that he learn more offensive jutsu to better prepare himself for violent encounters. He unraveled the scroll and read over it once more. The Phoenix Fire jutsu. The jutsu was unfortunately lethal, but Hitori’s fire chakra nature provided the perfect incentive and attraction to it.
Hitori left his home, shutting the door behind him. “I wonder if Komon or Komori will be at the training fields today,” he said to himself as he strolled along the paved sidewalk. Hitori had grown accustomed to the twins’ destructive behavior. After all, an excellent medical shinobi would need to work under more difficult and chaotic situations. Especially with Komori.

As Hitori walked through the training fields, he came to his usual destination. The tree Komori had almost killed him with remained in the same downed position. He sat upon it and reopened the phoenix fire jutsu, looking over the requirements once more.


WC: 420

Upon Hitori suggested that he try a tree first, Komori responded with a simple, “Fair enough.” He would then observe the boy attempt to burn the tree but only leave minor marks and no real damage. The genin seemed to just be mumbling to himself about chakra input. Komori recalled when he had first started training, that he had found chakra control incredibly difficult. Now, it felt as though he had reached his maximum amount of chakra control that he could naturally attain. Komori smiled as he exhaled deeply. He had truly come a long way since he had first started training months ago. He was on the verge of becoming a chuunin, and based upon various rumors, Kumogakure seemed to contain the most rigorous of the exams. This did not faze him however, as it only meant that Cloud chuunin would have more experience and could easily best chuunin of other villages. He had pride in his village for the way it functioned to push people to better themselves. His smile then faltered as the reality of all of the death surrounding him. He tried his best to ignore it but sometimes it… smelled. The air became stale with the sensation of rotting flesh and other such sickening things.

He exited his own little world of thought and turned his attention back to his fellow genin. It seemed as though he had now successfully managed to damage the tree, however, the tree did not appreciate the effort and attempted to crush them. For future reference, the two should probably train far, far away from any tree or tree like object. With vastly superior speed, Komori charged up lightning javelin to only further his abilities in an attempt to be able to grab Hitori and move him to safety but stopped upon seeing the crimson chains. The barbed hooks seemed to impale the tree as Hitori skillfully brought the toppling mass of wood down gently. The lightning that had engulfed his body subsided as his chakra settled down. He was shocked to say the least, as the last time he had seen these chains, someone had been impaled in the lung. Komori unknowingly took a couple steps back out of pure survival instinct. “So I see you’ve gotten better at controlling that. Just uh… don't aim at my lungs or body in general. I'd prefer to stay alive, if it's all the same to you.” He would then await for the genin to turn around and answer him.

WC: 1457