| rdfs:comment | - The wind's whipped up, reaching its average highs, it seemed like an ordinary day. Within the forestry area walked an extremely young man, and on his shoulder sat an avian. This man's figure was astounding. He had broad shoulders, and it was easy to tell that he wasn't one of those, "muscle-holics". He had long jet black hair, with very distinctive red strips mixed in it. His battle armour was burgundy, sitting directly atop a navy blue under shirt. Looking at him from behind, you could see a gunbai resting there. That hair, that gunbai, it was no mistake this man was Sigma Uchiha, a shinobi hailing from Yamagakure.
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| abstract | - The wind's whipped up, reaching its average highs, it seemed like an ordinary day. Within the forestry area walked an extremely young man, and on his shoulder sat an avian. This man's figure was astounding. He had broad shoulders, and it was easy to tell that he wasn't one of those, "muscle-holics". He had long jet black hair, with very distinctive red strips mixed in it. His battle armour was burgundy, sitting directly atop a navy blue under shirt. Looking at him from behind, you could see a gunbai resting there. That hair, that gunbai, it was no mistake this man was Sigma Uchiha, a shinobi hailing from Yamagakure. This was on of Sigma's daily strolls, where he'd wander off from the village for about two hours, and discover knew things, or even visit old things. "Sigma.." The bird spoke, and Sigma came to a complete halt. He knelt down, and let the fingers of one of his hands touch the ground. "Yeah I was able to sense it. No doubt it's big." A muscular tall male with sharp eyes and dark hair approached near Sigma. His muscular disposition was extremely interesting perhaps hinting towards his military background. With an unique shield on his back, a sword and donning an astounding armor he marched towards Sigma. Although, he had no intentions of fighting the fellow shinobi. He was on his way to find a man named Kisui who seemingly was the only link between him and his past. With a resolve that strong and such appearance, with no doubt this man was unarguably Ryūken; the soldier lost in time. Ryūken was unaware of his Senju lineage and had no idea about Uchiha's either. For he thought, they only existed in myths and stories. It was nearly 36 years after the war (35 years and a few months). He didn't care about the other shinobi and even chose to ignore his chakra levels. Instead, he approached the man only to say, "Hello Sir, do you know a man of small stature named Kisui?" As the man got in the line sight of Sigma, Sigma spoke softly to the avian. "Yeah, I was right. There's no doubt, he's of the Senju clan." Sigma took note of the man's armor, and in a quick glance, he was able to see the sword sitting in plain sight in his hand. If one didn't know any better, it'd look as if he was going to attack. However, after hearing the question, Sigma was able to quick draft, that the man's intention was conflict. So instead, he answered. "Excuse me, but I know no man of the such. Small stature especially. Everyone is seemingly short to me." "Everyone? Well, with all due respect sir I am addressing a man whose size does not exceed 160 cm. You're either insane or you've crossed a line no one should cross... If you do not wish to help me, then please get out of my way" he replied in a polite tone. As, the shield on his back shined and his facial expressions changed drastically. He began walking, trying to walk past and avoid Sigma. Standing for a moment, Sigma sighed. He couldn't quite calculate the man's statement, but he'd try his best anyway. As the man walked off, Sigma states. "You realize, 160cm is extremely short to one of my calibre? Well it doesn't matter." Walking off Sigma made a bit of peace of his own. "You seem to be awfully prideful and boastful about your height. Makes you feel superior, doesn't it? But trust me, it's not the physical but what's inside that matters. Anyhow, good-day." he commented as he turned his head back and looked at Sigma and sighed. After finishing his sentence, he ignored the prideful Shinobi and began walking away. "By the looks of it, you're a second grade warrior at your best!" he added. Sigma stopped for a second, his back facing Ryūken, he lightly lifted his head with his eyes closed. "First prideful, now second grade? You know looks can be deceiving correct?" Sigma reached to his side, from it he drew his sword. "I'm down for whatever you're trying to get at."
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