| rdfs:comment | - The forests of the Land of Fire. Filled with so many memories of battles, war, friendships gained and lost, and of the Yonkō of old who once treaded their path. Those four ninja who once held the Shinobi World in the grip of their hands had now vanished entirely from the world. The woods grew deeper the father one traveled. Overgrown with vines from lack of travel, the old battleground where two ninja of immense power once fought for the very first time lay completely surrounded by forest. Overgrown with trees and vines. The only thing remaining to mark this spot as such were the scars left in the ground, and a large temple, built into a nearby mountain, made in commemoration of these two shinobi. Only, unlike the other two Yonkō, these two shinobi yet lived.
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| abstract | - The forests of the Land of Fire. Filled with so many memories of battles, war, friendships gained and lost, and of the Yonkō of old who once treaded their path. Those four ninja who once held the Shinobi World in the grip of their hands had now vanished entirely from the world. The woods grew deeper the father one traveled. Overgrown with vines from lack of travel, the old battleground where two ninja of immense power once fought for the very first time lay completely surrounded by forest. Overgrown with trees and vines. The only thing remaining to mark this spot as such were the scars left in the ground, and a large temple, built into a nearby mountain, made in commemoration of these two shinobi. Only, unlike the other two Yonkō, these two shinobi yet lived. On a small deer trail, about a mile away from the temple, walked a lone man; face covered by a mask, and body covered in a dark cloak. As he sifted through the vines and vegetation, he couldn't help but think back to that first battle so many years prior. It had been the first of many. The legendary men known as Seireitou Hyūga and Ryun Uchiha clashed here, causing scars in the earth itself. Eventually, they would be rivals, and best friends above all else. Each of their battles would end in draws, save one or two instances. As the cloaked man walked, he couldn't help but grin underneath his mask at the memories. As he drew ever near, he removed the mask from his face and dropped it to the forest floor. He would come back for it later. Now his face, the face of Uchiha Ryun was out in the sunlight. Before long, the entrance of the temple was before him, and his eyes shifted from their normal onyx-color, to red with tomoe designs on it; the legendary Sharingan. At the same time, within the temple, a silver-haired man stood in the deepest room, propped up against its back wall, eyes shut. He too was remembering. He too was smiling. These two men, who had once fought their first battle here, were about to have another confrontation, a reunion if you will, on this very spot. Ryun walked into the temple, eyes shut, still trying to remember the past. The hall was straight, leading him directly into the center-most room even with his eyes shut. Unknowingly, both men opened their eyes at the exact same moment, their gaze meeting each other from the several feet of distance between them; a set of Byakugan glaring at a set of Sharingan. At first neither spoke a word. Then, the Uchiha broke the ice; "That Byakugan... how much can you actually see, Seireitou?" came the voice of the Uchiha, Ryun. The silver-haired man looked on with a small smile at his old friend. Despite this friendly facial expression, the air was tense with both of their chakra. After Ryun's question, a small silence existed between the two chums, as one's Byakugan and the other's Sharingan were staring at one another. No, not at one another. Rather, they were staring into the souls of eachother; reading their thoughts, reading their pasts, reading their hearts... all from a single gaze. That was the bond these two had developed, after all. Seireitou then narrowed his eyes comically, and answered. "Not a damn thing." Ryun grinned, "I expected such an answer from you." he replied, "You were always a hard one to read." Ryun unclipped his robe and tossed it to the floor, along with his headband, revealing a sword in its sheathe on his waist and a gunbai fan attached to his back. Without a sound he closed the distance between the two, until they were mere inches away from one another. "That is, you were hard to read outside of battle. Whenever we crossed blades I always felt as if I could see into the very pits of your heart. Today will be no different." Seireitou made no sudden movements, and smiled. "You'll see through my heart, eh? Make it happen." he stated, holding his arm up in the gentle fist pose, while his other remained at his side. His eyes were drawn over to Ryun's next action.
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