Infinite chakra plez? Because it's unofficial, do you mind if I used my unapproved Kirito Uchiha Bio? Archangel in sig. Also, I'll assume I don't have to let you know which elements I'm using. I'm sure you know the two though. Also, if you want, this can carry over into the rp, we'll just not kill eachother. Remember, according to my character, and the jomae backstory, I disappeared just as Konan appeared. Now she's gone, and Kirito's walking in, wearing a hood.
Kirito stands about 25-30 feet away from his old friend. He keeps his hood over his head, keeping his identity masked. "Hello." he calmly says to the man in front of him. The man doesn't know who he is yet. That doesn't matter though. Kirito knows who the man in front of him is. The Jomaegakure peace general, Keji Kurai. Kirito's replacement. He doesn't show malice for the decision though. He's been gone for a long time. Kirito then draws his bow and nocks an arrow. This arrow's shaft is of a standard wood, however it is covered in rolled explosive tags. Kirito fires the arrow, aiming for a space directly in front of the man. He knows that Keji can feel the arrow coming. That isn't the point though. The arrow is a warning shot, conveying emotion, but not anger. It is a grin, spread across the face, as if whispering, "Come at me." The arrow explodes, and Kirito puts his bow back into it's resting place on his back. He draws a blade, a single handed katana, to be exact. It is made of black steel. No more powerful than any other sword, but a look of pure beauty. This one is named the Night Glare. He then draws another katana, which has an opposite edge to the other blade. It is a pure white color, yet it still gives of a shimmering gleam of sunlight, reflecting into the skies. It is the Silver Gleam, a blade Kirito has possessed for a very long time. The only remnant of his clan that he has left. Gifted to him by the grave of his parents, it shines. It was his grandfathers sword, it was his fathers, and now it was his. The same for the other blade. It was too bad that Kirito could not have inherited both at the same time. The Silver Gleam was given to Kirito by a mysterious man, and at the time, he had not known where the swords origins had lay. The man had simply said, "This belongs to you." and disappeared. It didn't matter though. When he had discovered his heritage, he had also discovered the heritage of the sword. The Night Glare was a blade he found more recently, yet it was just as in tune with it's user as the more used of the two. He had met it at his father's grave, laid over it's tomb. A blade that had been entrusted to him, along with the future of his clan. Kirito entered a standard front stance, both blades ready with his right leg bent forward and left leg straight behind him. Toes were pointed at the direction the man was, or at least had been. Kirito did not know. All he knew was the darkness of his hood, and the adrenaline of battle.
