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Super important question for all my readers! I want to enter next month's FFOTM contest, which of my chapters do you think has a chance at placing in the vote. Be honest and state reasons If possible. Well, enjoy! This chapter is also short and may be lacking in quality, I'm speeding through this part of the story. I'm also trying to reduce the length of my sentences and tone down on the adjectives. Trying to follow the example set by a most notable literary work. Tell me what you think.
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A tender breeze swayed the lush grassland, thin blades of green curving as they gleaned under the dull rays of the moon. The crinkle of grass was faintly audible, as slow footsteps glided across the terrain.
Minato strolled onwards, ignoring his desire to collapse into deep sleep. He had let out a few yawns as he sauntered, despite himself, and it was more than once that he caught his cerulean eyes dimming. However he pressed on, refusing to succumb to slumber's alluring call, determined to cover as much distance as possible in his journey to Kiri. His brows clearly agreed with him, for they were furrowed, annoyed at his feet, which were desperately groaning for reprieve.
He yawned again, dragged another few inches forward and stilled. His back was curved slightly, hands hanging limply from his shoulders. His feet seemed deadened from overuse, the blonde tried to force them forward but he assayed, for fear that they might give way beneath him. Minato sighed.
Giving his surroundings a furtive glance, he supposed that he was alone, save the chirping crickets and other creatures of night, who sang their melody from unknown hiding places. So Minato, with hesitation, pitched a small tent in the middle of the field and crawled into it. Languidly pulling his hands together, he managed to erect a barrier about his small den, before he laid down, utterly beaten by fatigue.
The hours rolled by as Minato remained fast asleep, pleasant dreams swirling about his mind led to a smile upon his unconscious face. He was lying on his side, messy blonde hair scattered on his face, when his eyes flew wide open. He had felt something; something like the pattering of footsteps against the soft grass. By the swiftness of the approach, this was certainly a ninja; one who had great skill in the area of stealth, for his presence was only faintly detected.
It was subtle but undoubtedly real; cold killer intent filling the air with a menace, reaching the blonde from outside the tent. The unknown shinobi drew closer, Minato could sense as much as the blonde's face lay in direct contact with the floor of his tent, allowing him to perceive each quiet footstep. In a single moment, the Yellow Flash was on his feet, a kunai held firmly in one hand, ready for the inevitable battle that would soon commence. But who was this ninja?
With a crash, a torrent of glittering dust tore into Minato's shelter from the side. The blonde ducked expertly, and not a second too soon, for the assault had grazed his back slightly, as he crouched. A similar attack lunged at him from behind, moving swiftly but still too slow, as a quick glance informed the blonde of the impending danger. The Yellow Flash zipped around and met the attack with a Rasengan, scattering the congealed dust into countless tiny pieces which flew in every direction. Minato leapt out of the tent, or what was left of it, crafting an exit for himself with a swish of his kunai on the canvas.
The pavilion fell instantly, as Minato's feet touched the grass. He warily considered his surroundings, still unable to locate the enemy and grimaced. “Where--” Minato spun to the side, narrowly evading another sparkling deluge which rained down upon him. He caught a glimpse of something peculiar. positioned a good distance away, as he dodged; the distinct frame of a man standing afar. Now Minato realized the identity of his foe. “Good evening, Fourth Kazekage.” the Yellow Flash greeted grimly.
“Its a nice night indeed, Konoha's Yellow Flash.” the brown-haired man in question responded calmly. His eyes were surrounded by black rings, as they remained steadfast on Minato. Hands folded across his torso, shoulders relaxed, he looked utterly indifferent, as he mentally directed his golden attacks as his foe.
Minato continued to evade, swift but fluid movements besting the Kazekage's lethal gold dust, almost like a graceful dance. The Magnet Style shinobi frowned; he was not pleased. Minato, growing tired of easily dodging the man's best efforts, launched a kunai in his direction.
The Kazekage's face barely registered a flinch as his fingers swiftly commanded his gold dust to intercept the weapon, flinging the odd kunai back at its owner, but the blonde in question had vanished from sight. Ringed eyes widened in shock. “Wha--”
Minato lunged at him from behind, how the blonde got to that position a complete mystery to the Magnet Style ninja. Nevertheless, Minato's punch was caught, just in the nick of time, by the dust, which seemed omnipresent at this point. The gold coiled dangerously around Minato's arm, exerting more pressure on the captured appendage by the second, until it disappeared in a bright flash of yellow. The blonde appeared elsewhere on the batllefield, a dull look in his eyes, like he was growing tired on the battle.
The Kazekage scowl deepened and he glowered at Minato, menacing ringed eyes staring daggers at the blonde. Suddenly, from behind the Magnet shinobi, a gargantuan wave of gold dust erupted, sweeping overhead the Kazekage and pouring down heavily on the Yellow Flash. As it approached, obscuring the moon and casting an ominous dark shadow over Minato, the Yellow Flash bit his thumb. Hands automatically completed the seals sequence for the Summoning Technique, and in an instant, Gamabunta made his appearance on the battlefield, arriving suddenly beneath Minato in a thick cloud of white smoke.
The enormous toad leaped, the long stride carrying itself as well as its summoner safely away from the golden wave. The dust crashed into the earth with a resounding boom, just as Bunta landed, a welcome distance away. A shrill screech was audible as the amphibian pulled its short but massive blade from its sheath, brandishing it against the Kazekage, the weapon gleaming threateningly in the moonlight. “Minato, can't you summon me under more pleasant conditions? I prefer some nice warm sake to these troublesome battles you're always in the middle of.” Gamabunta groaned, its loud, guttural voice filling the air at once, swallowing up every other trace of sound.
Minato uttered no response to its complaint, his face utterly blank. The blonde's eyes were peeled on the ring-eyed ninja. “I'll create an opening for you to strike. We'll do it like always.” commanded the Yellow Flash.
“Alright!” boomed Gamabunta, its gigantic hind feet arched as it prepared for a jump, large fingers clasped tightly on the hilt of the short sword. Minato positioned his palms near to each other, close but not touching, ready to put them to work in weaving any number of hand seals as quick as humanely possible. The battle became silent, all sound dissolving away, except the singing and vocalizations of the unseen nightlife, as a lofty breeze swayed the green grass.
The moon hung gloriously over the ensuing confrontation, pouring its yellow rays upon the gold dust. The golden torrents shone with remarkable brilliance, as they subtly swayed and danced on both sides of the Kazekage; subtle dangerous serpentine movements; like a king cobra ready to strike.
Several things happened in an instant; gold dust surged towards the blonde and his toad as Bunta leaped forward, with a ferocious quickness, short sword at the ready. Minato's fingers appeared blurry, only a series of faint after images visible, as they flew through a number of hand seals. Then, they found one of his three pronged weapons and pointed the flat side of the handle, at the incoming flood of gold dust. The blonde's eyes were empty and cold while the Kazekage's flared with hot anger.
The speeding gold dust halted suddenly, as it crashed into...nothingness. A large circle of pitch black, straight lines of kanji spreading out of its circumference, appeared to be swallowing the golden wave. Bunta was still soaring towards the Kazekage. The amphibian was riding freely on the momentum of its massive leap, while the gold dust, which stood as the only barrier between the toad and the ring-eyed ninja, was quickly vanishing into thin air. Minato grinned in triumph, the Kazekage gasped in horror, Bunta cackled in excitement, as the gold dust completely vanished, and the toad brought down the sharp end of its blade, on the defenseless Magnet Style shinobi.
To Be Continued
Super important question for all my readers! I want to enter next month's FFOTM contest, which of my chapters do you think has a chance at placing in the vote. Be honest and state reasons If possible. Well, enjoy! This chapter is also short and may be lacking in quality, I'm speeding through this part of the story. I'm also trying to reduce the length of my sentences and tone down on the adjectives. Trying to follow the example set by a most notable literary work. Tell me what you think.
wease:A tender breeze swayed the lush grassland, thin blades of green curving as they gleaned under the dull rays of the moon. The crinkle of grass was faintly audible, as slow footsteps glided across the terrain.
Minato strolled onwards, ignoring his desire to collapse into deep sleep. He had let out a few yawns as he sauntered, despite himself, and it was more than once that he caught his cerulean eyes dimming. However he pressed on, refusing to succumb to slumber's alluring call, determined to cover as much distance as possible in his journey to Kiri. His brows clearly agreed with him, for they were furrowed, annoyed at his feet, which were desperately groaning for reprieve.
He yawned again, dragged another few inches forward and stilled. His back was curved slightly, hands hanging limply from his shoulders. His feet seemed deadened from overuse, the blonde tried to force them forward but he assayed, for fear that they might give way beneath him. Minato sighed.
Giving his surroundings a furtive glance, he supposed that he was alone, save the chirping crickets and other creatures of night, who sang their melody from unknown hiding places. So Minato, with hesitation, pitched a small tent in the middle of the field and crawled into it. Languidly pulling his hands together, he managed to erect a barrier about his small den, before he laid down, utterly beaten by fatigue.
The hours rolled by as Minato remained fast asleep, pleasant dreams swirling about his mind led to a smile upon his unconscious face. He was lying on his side, messy blonde hair scattered on his face, when his eyes flew wide open. He had felt something; something like the pattering of footsteps against the soft grass. By the swiftness of the approach, this was certainly a ninja; one who had great skill in the area of stealth, for his presence was only faintly detected.
It was subtle but undoubtedly real; cold killer intent filling the air with a menace, reaching the blonde from outside the tent. The unknown shinobi drew closer, Minato could sense as much as the blonde's face lay in direct contact with the floor of his tent, allowing him to perceive each quiet footstep. In a single moment, the Yellow Flash was on his feet, a kunai held firmly in one hand, ready for the inevitable battle that would soon commence. But who was this ninja?
With a crash, a torrent of glittering dust tore into Minato's shelter from the side. The blonde ducked expertly, and not a second too soon, for the assault had grazed his back slightly, as he crouched. A similar attack lunged at him from behind, moving swiftly but still too slow, as a quick glance informed the blonde of the impending danger. The Yellow Flash zipped around and met the attack with a Rasengan, scattering the congealed dust into countless tiny pieces which flew in every direction. Minato leapt out of the tent, or what was left of it, crafting an exit for himself with a swish of his kunai on the canvas.
The pavilion fell instantly, as Minato's feet touched the grass. He warily considered his surroundings, still unable to locate the enemy and grimaced. “Where--” Minato spun to the side, narrowly evading another sparkling deluge which rained down upon him. He caught a glimpse of something peculiar. positioned a good distance away, as he dodged; the distinct frame of a man standing afar. Now Minato realized the identity of his foe. “Good evening, Fourth Kazekage.” the Yellow Flash greeted grimly.
“Its a nice night indeed, Konoha's Yellow Flash.” the brown-haired man in question responded calmly. His eyes were surrounded by black rings, as they remained steadfast on Minato. Hands folded across his torso, shoulders relaxed, he looked utterly indifferent, as he mentally directed his golden attacks as his foe.
Minato continued to evade, swift but fluid movements besting the Kazekage's lethal gold dust, almost like a graceful dance. The Magnet Style shinobi frowned; he was not pleased. Minato, growing tired of easily dodging the man's best efforts, launched a kunai in his direction.
The Kazekage's face barely registered a flinch as his fingers swiftly commanded his gold dust to intercept the weapon, flinging the odd kunai back at its owner, but the blonde in question had vanished from sight. Ringed eyes widened in shock. “Wha--”
Minato lunged at him from behind, how the blonde got to that position a complete mystery to the Magnet Style ninja. Nevertheless, Minato's punch was caught, just in the nick of time, by the dust, which seemed omnipresent at this point. The gold coiled dangerously around Minato's arm, exerting more pressure on the captured appendage by the second, until it disappeared in a bright flash of yellow. The blonde appeared elsewhere on the batllefield, a dull look in his eyes, like he was growing tired on the battle.
The Kazekage scowl deepened and he glowered at Minato, menacing ringed eyes staring daggers at the blonde. Suddenly, from behind the Magnet shinobi, a gargantuan wave of gold dust erupted, sweeping overhead the Kazekage and pouring down heavily on the Yellow Flash. As it approached, obscuring the moon and casting an ominous dark shadow over Minato, the Yellow Flash bit his thumb. Hands automatically completed the seals sequence for the Summoning Technique, and in an instant, Gamabunta made his appearance on the battlefield, arriving suddenly beneath Minato in a thick cloud of white smoke.
The enormous toad leaped, the long stride carrying itself as well as its summoner safely away from the golden wave. The dust crashed into the earth with a resounding boom, just as Bunta landed, a welcome distance away. A shrill screech was audible as the amphibian pulled its short but massive blade from its sheath, brandishing it against the Kazekage, the weapon gleaming threateningly in the moonlight. “Minato, can't you summon me under more pleasant conditions? I prefer some nice warm sake to these troublesome battles you're always in the middle of.” Gamabunta groaned, its loud, guttural voice filling the air at once, swallowing up every other trace of sound.
Minato uttered no response to its complaint, his face utterly blank. The blonde's eyes were peeled on the ring-eyed ninja. “I'll create an opening for you to strike. We'll do it like always.” commanded the Yellow Flash.
“Alright!” boomed Gamabunta, its gigantic hind feet arched as it prepared for a jump, large fingers clasped tightly on the hilt of the short sword. Minato positioned his palms near to each other, close but not touching, ready to put them to work in weaving any number of hand seals as quick as humanely possible. The battle became silent, all sound dissolving away, except the singing and vocalizations of the unseen nightlife, as a lofty breeze swayed the green grass.
The moon hung gloriously over the ensuing confrontation, pouring its yellow rays upon the gold dust. The golden torrents shone with remarkable brilliance, as they subtly swayed and danced on both sides of the Kazekage; subtle dangerous serpentine movements; like a king cobra ready to strike.
Several things happened in an instant; gold dust surged towards the blonde and his toad as Bunta leaped forward, with a ferocious quickness, short sword at the ready. Minato's fingers appeared blurry, only a series of faint after images visible, as they flew through a number of hand seals. Then, they found one of his three pronged weapons and pointed the flat side of the handle, at the incoming flood of gold dust. The blonde's eyes were empty and cold while the Kazekage's flared with hot anger.
The speeding gold dust halted suddenly, as it crashed into...nothingness. A large circle of pitch black, straight lines of kanji spreading out of its circumference, appeared to be swallowing the golden wave. Bunta was still soaring towards the Kazekage. The amphibian was riding freely on the momentum of its massive leap, while the gold dust, which stood as the only barrier between the toad and the ring-eyed ninja, was quickly vanishing into thin air. Minato grinned in triumph, the Kazekage gasped in horror, Bunta cackled in excitement, as the gold dust completely vanished, and the toad brought down the sharp end of its blade, on the defenseless Magnet Style shinobi.
To Be Continued
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