[Oonakayama Arashi]

a falling star fell from your heart.

Battle on
The fight was far from over, displayed by his approach in using yet another trick of the mind. The whistle would be a familiar one, causing her to wince in pain as the rising pitch was like a piercing drill between her ears. It was the similar move he had used before, leading to her defeat in the exams all that time ago. She felt herself backing away, her mind reeling as he continued to draw inside her circle. But, she knew that this would only end if she could recognize the threat. She had to focus, but the strain was nearly unbearable.

It made it all the more challenging as she had to keep up her defense, her shield holding back the strikes that were coming towards her limbs, threatening to cut through if allowed to go an inch further. Yet as her field began to fall, that was when the cut came. But in doing so, it would only collide against a tough layer of force, scraping off a thin layer of sand as it simply would break apart but grow back. This had been the warning. That the second defense line was under attack. But he was close now, and while she was still struggling to hold on, her determination was growing and she knew that she had to do something to keep him away. So she figured that if she couldn't keep him at a distance, she'd simply have to confront him head on and perhaps even stop the pain at the source.

"Argh!"

With a lunge, the teen would try and place the full weight of her body down upon him, attempting to pin him between her legs. If she managed to pull this off, her teeth would remain bared, hands clenched in a claw like fashion as she would strike down upon him much like an animal, still trying to fight off the pain his genjutsu that still plagued her mind. But as she continued, she would soon feel the familiar bleeding at her ears, the pain growing even stronger, but her attack would keep going until she at last found herself running short of breath.
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Sand Control

Arashi is granted two forms of defense by the Ichibi. The first one is a subconscious ability granted by the Bijuu is that there is constantly a barrier of sand clinging to Arashi’s skin. This barrier acts as a shield against her skin, absorbing heavy blows and protecting her. Her sand defense is very tough, being very difficult to break through. The sand has been likened to steel and concrete. The second form is one which pulls sand from her surroundings and the sand piled on her skin to form a visible barrier and dome like barrier around her. The sand is typically pulled from the ground and any nearby source. Arashi’s various dogs often have a plentiful amount of sand carried in their thick coats. As such, the sand is often pulled from their coats to be used to protect the girl. Through the course of her training, Arashi has learned to control both of these forms of defense to a degree, making her much more capable of mounting a defense in a variety of ways. But she still at times must incumbent some cooperation from Shukaku to ensure of it's sustainability.

Arashi can control sand and wind around herself to whip up sandstorms with powerful gusts. The sandstorm often appears when she’s emotionally strained and damaged. If there is no sand around her, powerful breezes will still gather around her. Shukaku enjoys teasing the girl to the point where sandstorms appear. But with the course of time, Arashi had grown more comfortable with this and developed a thick skin towards such actions by the Bijuu.

While Arashi had previous had little to no control over her other sand related abilities, she has a somewhat capable hand at this one. Because of the trauma of her sand attacking her classmates at a young age, Arashi has managed to reign in some of this power. Learning to bend the sand to her will, Arashi can keep it from hurting those she doesn’t want it to hurt. Sand will be gathered from nearby sources to be used as a weapon when this ability activates. This ability typically only activates when Arashi is in severe danger, but it has now become possible for her to do so with ease. Though it is more prone to activating near or on full moons. The sand takes the form of blunt objects or tendrils to bash or choke enemies. During moments of extreme strain, Arashi loses all control over this ability as well.

NAME: Inu no ikari
[Wrath of Dog]

RANK: D

CHAKRA USAGE: Low

CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu

ELEMENT: N/A

DESCRIPTION:

A technique that is meant to overwhelm a target, Wraith of Dog is a take-down attack that involves the user lunging towards their opponent and striking against them as a means to bring them down to the ground. Using a mixture of swift slashes, they strike at the face in a beat-down fashion, keeping their arm pinned with their knees, while attempting to assert their dominance or cause the target to submit into a defensive position.

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The sand was frustrating, as it felt like he was fighting against two opponents. While he would be attacking one end and he knew he was getting one up on Arashi, sand would block it. She had some insane control. 'Or her Bijuu?' he would think to himself as she would fight back. With one sidestep, feint and slice -

And success! But nothing. His attacks were being parried, but he would get the upper hand in one solid attack that when actually grazing against her body ended up shifting off a bit of dust like she hadn't washed in months. But it was hard. SO hard. It was like he had collided with another weapon. 'Is this one of her abilities? More sand?' in the midst of his thoughts, he was doing too much thinking and his arms were beginning to tire, like he was no longer holding a knife but a mace. She would catch him off guard now, stepping forward into his space. He would falter back, and now he was on the defensive.

She would attempt to pin him down, he was not going to allow that in the slightest. He would fall back, but take one extra step backward so that when he fell, one of his legs was going to be bent - and flexed it straight to give him that extra push. At least it meant he wouldn't have his arms trapped. He raised his hands in a defensive position to stop her from... well. You know the rest.

Unfortunately, even for the girl, she was now in Akira's zone of influence: he was the Bukijutsu user. While not as adept as a Taijutsu user, his hand to hand combat was not awful at all. Blocking one blow after another, she was not getting any blows onto him with his own.

Unfortunately, the tactical nature would eventually be beaten by the raw ruthless and raw beatdown that Arashi was bringing, and attacks were coming through here and there, a scratch against his chin, a cut above his eye, one particularly nasty hit that would leave a bruise across the left side of his mouth. Akira was reacting: not acting. Just for the next thing to do. In a heightened situation, there wasn't much thinking that Akira could be allowed.

In a way, it was kinda hot. The sun. Definitely the sun. The sun still in his eyes, but some of that blocked by Arashi, he could see her face. It was snarling, angry. Why wasn't Akira angry as well? Perhaps it was the mind numbing ear Genjutsu he had placed on her.

"Arashi...sorry!" Akira would think to himself, abandoning one side of his body to push the trench knife against one side of her body, holding the hilt and the flat side of the blade against her midsection: in one respect wasn't going to cause her any pain so why would he be doing it in the first place?

Instead of allowing her to beat up his face, he would lean up as best possible, to what other people would see as a hug into her own personal space, using his core muscles to prop himself up. His right hand up against the hilt that while he was close, was more than aware that he would be burning himself if he was too close, the left arm came around her lower back and just held and put his face underneath her breast area, facing to the right. This would open his right ear, the back of his neck and his back if she wanted to get all nails with him.

She'd be very quickly reminded. With some work of his own chakra, the blade within moments was beginning to glow with heat. His own weapon, superheated with the power of his steam chakra would be a stern reminder and, given enough time, relieve her of the pain of his Genjutsu with the real pain of something else.

Akira didn't want to hurt her, he could have stabbed into either one of her thighs, her neck, many of the exposed areas for the pure sake of a fight with a free weapon in his hand and their sand to skin proximity. So he was holding back.

All of this really, was actually in response to that he was quickly tiring out, his muscles waning - the grapple was actually more of a clinch to gain some of his energy back.

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NAME: Adjusted Trench Knife
RANK: B
CLASSIFICATION: Offensive
ELEMENT: Steam
OWNER: Satori Akira
DESCRIPTION:
An upgrade from Akira's regular trench knife, his new trench knife is identical in appearance to the original one with a black hilt and

ABILITIES:
The weapon is a regular trench knife, except for its two properties: The first is that it's durability and design allows ergonomic and heat resistant use of the weapon.

The main advantage of the weapon is the ability to conduct Akira's steam chakra or a person's Katon chakra, condensing it into a super-hot knife, increasing its cutting power. It can cauterize and inflict third degree burns whilst also stabbing people. Fun!

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[Oonakayama Arashi]

a falling star fell from your heart.

Battle on
With her assault of her attack seeming to have made an effect, it seemed as though she had managed to get the upper hand. But then, his blade came upon her chest. Slowly, it started to heat up, causing the illusion of pain caused by the genjutsu to fade and was replaced with real pain. It was melting through her arm. Slowly, but it was getting through. Breaking through the layers as she looked down and began to scream as she felt her attire start to burn through. Before long, her crop top would fail her, leading her back away as she jumped off him, leading to her quickly patting her body down with a frown as she held up a hand with a frown.

"Time out!! Time out!!"

As she managed to see the steam rising up from her cloths, her eyes would roll before removing it as she soon stood with nothing more than her undergarments, looking at him with a narrowed gaze as she soon looked at the top as it seemed to still be steaming with heat from the assault.

"Damn it Akira! That was one of the few good shirts I had! My mom's gonna kill me!"
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Sand Control

Arashi is granted two forms of defense by the Ichibi. The first one is a subconscious ability granted by the Bijuu is that there is constantly a barrier of sand clinging to Arashi’s skin. This barrier acts as a shield against her skin, absorbing heavy blows and protecting her. Her sand defense is very tough, being very difficult to break through. The sand has been likened to steel and concrete. The second form is one which pulls sand from her surroundings and the sand piled on her skin to form a visible barrier and dome like barrier around her. The sand is typically pulled from the ground and any nearby source. Arashi’s various dogs often have a plentiful amount of sand carried in their thick coats. As such, the sand is often pulled from their coats to be used to protect the girl. Through the course of her training, Arashi has learned to control both of these forms of defense to a degree, making her much more capable of mounting a defense in a variety of ways. But she still at times must incumbent some cooperation from Shukaku to ensure of it's sustainability.

Arashi can control sand and wind around herself to whip up sandstorms with powerful gusts. The sandstorm often appears when she’s emotionally strained and damaged. If there is no sand around her, powerful breezes will still gather around her. Shukaku enjoys teasing the girl to the point where sandstorms appear. But with the course of time, Arashi had grown more comfortable with this and developed a thick skin towards such actions by the Bijuu.

While Arashi had previous had little to no control over her other sand related abilities, she has a somewhat capable hand at this one. Because of the trauma of her sand attacking her classmates at a young age, Arashi has managed to reign in some of this power. Learning to bend the sand to her will, Arashi can keep it from hurting those she doesn’t want it to hurt. Sand will be gathered from nearby sources to be used as a weapon when this ability activates. This ability typically only activates when Arashi is in severe danger, but it has now become possible for her to do so with ease. Though it is more prone to activating near or on full moons. The sand takes the form of blunt objects or tendrils to bash or choke enemies. During moments of extreme strain, Arashi loses all control over this ability as well.

NAME: Inu no ikari
[Wrath of Dog]

RANK: D

CHAKRA USAGE: Low

CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu

ELEMENT: N/A

DESCRIPTION:

A technique that is meant to overwhelm a target, Wraith of Dog is a take-down attack that involves the user lunging towards their opponent and striking against them as a means to bring them down to the ground. Using a mixture of swift slashes, they strike at the face in a beat-down fashion, keeping their arm pinned with their knees, while attempting to assert their dominance or cause the target to submit into a defensive position.

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It seemed what he was doing was working, except not for the reason Akira though as she lept away from him. 'Eh?' was his thought when Arashi had exclaimed the reason for calling a time out. He could have opted to hold on to her tighter, to keep his grip and the flat side of his knife against her, but the magical words let him fall backward and against the sand.

Akira hadn't considered it a win whatsoever. It was tantamount to seeing a spider and taking a brief leave due to it. With her jumped off him, he was free to bring himself to his knees in a seiza position, flipping his knife twice as he put it back into his thigh holstered position, and put his hands on his knees from his kneeled position.

Either way, his blood was running - even with his muscles tired, his senses were sharp. But tired. With a groan and grunt of effort, he pushed himself to his feet.

Akira would walk over to his shirt which he had thrown at her in the midst of the fight, picking it up and dusting it off. She was considered to be indecent now even though Akira was showing much more skin, and it didn't even cross his mind. That was past. "Here." Akira would offer it to her, although modest, was a genuine thought for her. He hadn't used it while training and so it was clean, except for the last bit of usage in the last few minutes. "I didn't realize it was on your clothes. I'm sorry." he wasn't completely sorry given how she had been trying to use his head as a punch bag. He would step closer to her.

"I didn't want to hurt you, obviously. I was holding back." although his eyes were pupil less, it was not difficult to see they were trained on her with an expression of care, his brows down and furrowed. One of his hands in the meantime was trained on his back, brushing off the sand that had mixed in with his sweat.

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[Oonakayama Arashi]

a falling star fell from your heart.

"If that was you holding back..I hate to see ya get serious..."

Small Reprieve
With a wrinkle of her nose, she would reel back as she caught the thrown shirt that flew in her direction. Raising her brow, she would look over towards the boy with a blank expression. Her face grew slightly red at her cheeks once again, causing her to cough as she sat on her knees in pulling the top over her head. It was certainly much larger than her, almost to the point where it felt like a dress as it came down to her hips. Still, it would provide enough cover for what she needed it for, leading to her nodding in his direction.

"Thanks..."

In rising back up to her feet, she would allow herself a brief moment to check the rest of her attire, seeing as it had more than gotten it's share of damage in all the activity that had occurred. Her leggings were torn, her shoes more than a bit dented at the front and heel of their booted frame. Her hair wasn't any better, once again it's usual wild and unkempt appearance on full display. Still, it wasn't as if you were supposed to look pretty during training session. Prompting her to then also reach one finger into her left ear, rubbing it's outer rim as she could feel what was likely dried blood.

"One of these days you're gonna make me deaf..."
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"Well, Oonakayama, you're going to leave me scars one of these days.." Akira would retort back to her, as he also wiped away at his face, the cuts left on his face were actually quite numerous surprisingly given how many blocks Akira had done. There were small lines of red adorning his face, wiped away by his hand, and a slight stinging sensation as blood and dirt and sweat mixed.

He stopped himself quickly. "That wasn't your nickname! I haven't chosen one yet." Akira would interject with his own words, because he had actually kept up with her. Well.

'Debatable.' 

His eyes would wander up and down her, in his top- it did drown her out because he was so tall. He did like the girl but had no way of telling her. She was a princess, a Jinchuuriki and a Sunagakure Shinobi. He wasn't as confident as to say anything to her, or that's what he felt like.

"ah... So, were you going back home today or? The sand dome didn't work out all that well." Akira would ask the girl. It would feel painfully familiar to the girl: because it was.

He would put his hands on his hips, but finally take a moment to collect his things: and now without a shirt, he would pull his flak jacket on, and then his harness over his head, baring his Kusarigama, now hanging from his back, back over to the girl. He would wave a finger accusingly at her. "You beat me last time. I'm catching up." he would grin, wait for whatever look she had and then begin to laugh.

It did not go without saying that from Arashi's perspective, the man was hung over to one side, opting to use one side of his body: further inspection would warrant that Akira was a lot more tired than he was giving on.

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[Oonakayama Arashi]

a falling star fell from your heart.

"Your fault for using the high-pitched whistle..."

Pouting slightly, she would soon find herself picking at the boy's top, seeing a loose thread as she began to try and pull it free. It seemed that at least for the moment, the two would be on even ground. After all, both of them had more than worked the other over in that fight, showing their fair share of damage. Though she imagined that he was in worse shape, considering he had been clearly working out before even so much as putting up a fight. In the end, at least they could both make jokes about it. Something that not all shinobi from opposing villages could say.

In hearing his question on if she were headed home or perhaps trying to find an alternative, the teen would raise her brow and sigh before clicking her tongue.

"Sadly...no...Full moon tonight soo I kinda need to try and get some distance this time...been more challenging to handle my other half lately...and clearly from the look of your face..I'm doing a bad job at keeping control..."

Swirling her finger in a circle, she continued to point at him with a sheepish grin, showing that she was at least sorry for going so far. Though he appeared at least in good spirits, picking up his things and even making it clear that he was catching up to her after their last fight.

"To be fair...the last time was a draw...this time..pretty sure you were kicking my ass...no catch up required..."

A smirk crossed her lips before rubbing the back of her neck as she could see the flak jacket crossing his torso and providing some cover for his skin in the heat.
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The whistle was one of Akira's most useful Genjutsu but it wasn't most of his sparring partner's. For good reason, as well.

It was unfortunate that she couldn't stay, but it didn't make a dent into Akira's plans whatsoever: he was still going to be training. "Full moon?" Akira was confused, crossing his arms. "Are you... some kind of werewolf?" unless it was something very specific to her Bijuu or some weird penchant of hers, which he doubted.

Perhaps she didn't remember. "I disagree. In the rock quarry, I remember surrendering." Akira would answer back, that was the truth of it, wasn't it? That was the light time they had a fight? There was something that also came to his recollection, and would move into action, uncrossing his arms.

"Also, do you mind if I just-" gesturing towards her as if to touch her. If she allowed it, Akira would come closer and place some of his hand to her face, but it was not done with a romantic touch: it was feeling the rough texture to her face, although it looked no different to how Akira's looked. Akira would actually scratch at the face like hitting an itch, to nothing. It was all rock... or sand. Something like that.

'I feel like I've felt this before. It's like a rocky sand...' Akira tried recollecting memories of what the touch could had come from. Arashi and he in the rock quarry? It was unlike much he had touched. But it was strong. "That looks uncomfortable." he would comment, taking his hand away, but realizing why his attack had little to no effect on her.

If she asked him not to or felt uncomfortable at the prospect, Akira would say "Alright, don't worry." and would keep his arms crossed. Collecting himself again and the slight embarrassment of being told no, he would carry on. "Thanks for the match." he would nod at her, a bit awkward now. 

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[Oonakayama Arashi]

a falling star fell from your heart.

Arashi would hold her hand on her hip, hearing the suggestion that she might just be a creature that howled at the moon. A part of her wanted to roll her eyes, or even simply just release a breath of annoyance in how ignorant he was. But still, there were some things about Shukaku that likely differed from other people. Such as the connection to the moon. Still, the idea of her being a werewolf seemed a bit far-fetched.

"Yea...I grow fangs and totally start mauling people in my village..not a pretty sight.."

Half of that was true...though that didn't make her a furry beast of burden. Still, her attempt to get some distance from the village had been met with only one delay so far and her actions today had shown that it wasn't far enough into the desert. Though as the conversation thankfully shifted into that of their last fight and his supposed surrender, the teen would then let her eyes roll before nodding with a toothy grin.

"Fine...though I still don't think it was earned...and ummm...what are ya doing?"

With a blank expression forming over her face, Arashi would watch with caution as Akira would approach her, bridging the gap between them. Before she realized it, he seemed to be reach out and with a small scratch, poked against her cheek and leading the girl with blink as it would hold fast, seeming to reinforce itself. In mentioning how uncomfortable it must be, Arashi would look to the side, clearly being off-set by his approach as she held her gaze looking else where.

"You get used to it.....though you're lucky that you didn't lose that hand..."

Frowning a bit, she would then hear him thank her, which was a bit strange considering what had happeend in the end, leading her to laughing sheepishly as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Yea..well...I mean...no problem...sides...ya did make it look like I didn't crash before so we're even...sorta..."
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Not that Akira believed her but at the same time... well. They both had their own demons. Perhaps it wasn't far from the truth.

She seemed to only still when Akira would touch her, but not shy away. Perhaps an inch to late, Akira realized it was making her uncomfortable. It made him wonder: was there sand everywhere? It would be like sleeping whilst being encompassed by sand paper. Akira couldn't stomach it and gave a small roll of his shoulders to wiggle out the intruding thought. Akira would look sheepish and a bit sorry for himself.

Learning a ninja's secrets were always beneficial, as they were always been protected. Perhaps even as they were enemy shinobi, even if they were friends was the possibility that Akira was doing it for nefarious reasoning, so he would understand her response.

Akira did fear for some sort of lashback, so he was pleased thaty she was able to forgive his transgression. "Sorta even? What's the sorta?" Akira would ask back, putting his hands in his pockets while he sort of looked around the area: while they were in a desert, not everywhere was rolling dunes and sandstorms. It just looked like the ground of the place had a small footprint of sand, but otherwise revealed areas of cracked and parched earth waiting to drink. Their fight, for the reason Akira had thanked her was because of it had proven an indicator of him getting stronger.

That was always good. He had people to measure against, and fighting was a good, and humble form of learning. Akira didn't get to fight often between his training, socializing and actual work duties. "How have you been, anywho? A quarter of a year is a long time. No, wait, a third. Third? Yeah." he cautiously watched her while burning in the sun. The stinging was a bit more potent now - one of his hands would come over his shoulders as he rubbed against it, feeling his skin being warm, where actually it was starting to become quite red from Arashi's view.

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[Oonakayama Arashi]

a falling star fell from your heart.

Though Akira seemed unsure as to what she meant, her expression would grow blank before then gesturing towards her body, displaying the appeal that was now covering her.

"Well..ya did just give me the shirt off ya back...kinda tips the scale..."

With a smirk crossing her lips, the girl would then lean back on her hip as she scoffed at his poor observation at this. The teen wasn't one for taking favors, let alone not returning them in kind as to keep things fair and balanced. It was just who she was, and she happened to be a very stubborn individual. Perhaps that was just her nature, but in doing so, it had more than kept her safe. More than that, it allowed her to be capable of knowing just what the intentions were of others. As of now, Akira was one of those people that seemed either unwilling to admit that he wanted something, or didn't want anything at all?

Making him one of the few people that she knew outside of Sunagakure that she could openly trust fully.

In hearing him ask just how she had been, he mentioned the time since they had last seen each other, causing the girl to raise her brow as her calm expression returned.

"Has it really been that long? Shesh...It barely feels that way at all..."

As she made note of the growing shade of red coming upon the boy's skin, she would look around briefly as if to trying to find some shelter for him. After all, his natural pale complexion would likely look less appealing if covered in blisters. In there being no real evidence of not even a shack, the girl would hold up one finger, as if asking him to wait a moment, turning towards a open area as she focused her attention on the spot. With her hand outstretched, she would proceed to start warping the shape of the ground. Sand rising up and shifting, it would start to take form and appearing as if combining into a new foundation itself.

"I've been good though...just...getting better at this...Kinda gotta to survive right?"

Gesturing towards him with a small smile, she would soon finish the small shelter, making her way towards it as it seemed to be stable and well enough covered to keep the boy from further burns.

"How bout you? You've definitely gotten stronger...."
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It wasn't really something that Akira had thought about in giving his shirt over to her. "Weeellll.." he would shrug whilst his hands remained on his hips. "I'm not counting." and true to that he wasn't: in a friendship he wasn't going to count and tick-box everything that ever happened, much less he was like someone who would chase up a friend to every penny of ryo they were owed.

He would watch her, she seemed to have some imagination as it was able to take some form of something nice. The girl could probably erect a village with ease if she needed to. Not that she was going to run out of sand any time soon. Akira would grunt in response to her rhetorical question, it had been as long. They both had lives and duties.

"Uh, sure. You only seem to have gotten a little better." he would nod, his fingers mimicking a small amount though it was clear he was teasing. Internally, it was a respite that his body was begging for. His body and feet would take him to the building and he would saunter behind Arashi- his body was tense and heavy yet not as a byproduct of her presence. "Ahh that's so great. Thank you!" Akira would say without restraint and pull off his equipment, leaving it by the open doorway as he entered, but keeping a bag with him. Akira didn't feel particularly threatened by Arashi nor by being on the grounds by Kaze no Kuni: he technically wasn't breaking any rules currently, though considered unsavoury.

It was hot inside the building, but already in the moments it had been erected was feeling significantly cooler than outside. But as the shade welcomed him, his body was still exuding a lot of heat, his skin in particular. Definitely sunburnt, and he would feel the reaction of that soon enough. 

Akira felt his body slump against a wall as he sat himself down, now removed of all weaponry, and placed his head against the sand structure. Akira would take a breath in. A salty, dusty concoction brewing in his mouth, not a fancy or great string of words together but the truth, he had been training. His eyes would be heavy but he would shake his head 'no' in waking up. "Agh. Sorry, I'm sleepy." Akira would lean himself forward, scrunching his eyes up and he would pinch at his eyes and tear ducts with his thumb and middle of index finger, and wipe at his face, yawning. In his things that he had collected, was also a bag which he would pinch inside it and pull out a water bottle.

"I think so." he would look to Arashi through his eyebrows (in meaning that his head was slightly tilted down as looked up at her; working on opening the bottle in his hands) "I hope so.. without there being enough problems going on in the world I don't want to add to them." of course at some point they would have to talk about past transgressions, perhaps they held different views on it. Perhaps they didn't. All in all, it was a hell of a long time ago, and Akira hadn't even been born at the time.

Akira would relax, now turning so he was facing the wall, and then laying himself out stretched out and staring up at the roof of the building, the warmth of the sand embracing him, from what had been created. It was soft enough for him. "Makes 'ya wonder if I would've been strong if I followed my family and just became a herbalist. I like tea enough as it is but.." he would trail off, not being able to imagine the life, now that he had because of the choices he had made to get here. One of his hands facing away from her would grasp at the sand, letting it fall between his fingers. He would chuckle at himself and the thought of it.



It had past now and this was the life he led.

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[Oonakayama Arashi]

a falling star fell from your heart.

As the two moved inside, she would nod back in his direction as she heard his thanks, almost wanting to mention how it was better than him burning to death in the heat of the desert. Still, that might not be the more pressing matter at the time. Even inside, the heat was more than apparent, but it was much better than feeling the full blunt of it. At least, it would be for him. As she had more than gotten used to the sun and it's beating upon her skin, she imagined something like this for him was probably agonizing. Especially in his condition.

As he appeared to be trying to fight back against slumber, Arashi would sit across from him, allowing herself to have a spot on the ground at the center of the shack, listening to him with a small smile in his supposed regrets or perhaps even considerations. What if he hadn't taken the path of a shinobi? Would his life be easier? In truth, that was a question she had asked herself more than once. But in the end, she had little to no choice. It was necessary if she was going to gain control over Shukaku. Though what if her life had been different? What if she had a chance to decide to do something else?

"If it helps.....I think if I could do something else...I'd probably be a medic...or at least something along those lines..."

A smile crossed her lips before soon nestling even more in her position, legs crossed as she could see his eyes struggling to remain open.

"Ya know? Ya could just rest here? I'll make sure no one bugs ya....Least till the moon comes out..."
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"It's alright, I think I can stave it for a while." he would yawn, his arms stretching out. It was still very warm, but his eyes were open and staring up at the roof of the created building. But he would carry on into his next sentence. "A medic? Well... more inclined to save lives than to take them. It's a change."

He would shift over to his side, facing towards her, and moving his body some so it was no longer feet facing the wall. "I'd have to imagine what I'd do... did I ever tell you I was randomly selected to become the Jinchūriki? Nothing special about me.." Akira would lay to his back again, hand playing with the sand once more. "Maybe I'd go into academics..." Akira wondered, he had always been into books and learning. He could've probably served in one way or another.

"I mean... hm." He would quieten down. It fell quiet. He was trying to figure out what it was he was going to finish his sentence with. But surely enough, when Arashi would look over, his hand had stopped moving, half buried in the sand, his eyes closed and his mouth just slightly ajar. A sweet rhythmic breath steadily rising from him 

Akira had fallen asleep.

Set into a dreamless slumber, the boy was content and could not argue for the bed he laid on, nor had he been quite aware that he had set off into a slumber; and like a bad host, he could not keep himself awake against the fighting woman before him, the blood on the scratches to his face had dried off, and his skin was also redder than usual but otherwise it was the same old Satori. Unfortunately, he would only be able to wake up and find out if she was still there when he woke.

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[Oonakayama Arashi]

a falling star fell from your heart.

Despite his best efforts, it seemed as if slumber had indeed found the boy. All in the midst of their conversation no less. As Arashi would sit there, a blank expression left upon her in seeing his sleeping state, a small smile would cross her lips as she rose up for a moment, proceeding to look around her construct and noting that it certainly did do much for comfort. Still, it was a wonder how the teen had managed to find peace in it. But, perhaps fatigue and perhaps even desperation had a way of making due with inconvenience.

Seeing him like this, for a brief moment, the girl would blink while approaching somewhat, much like an animal with some vague sense of curiosity. His body was certainly doing well to heal some of his injuries, though the sun had done him no such favors as his pale complexion still had developed a crimson shade across his skin. Brushing her hair from her face, she'd kneel there for a moment, tilting her head to the side as she considered what he had said before, how he had been randomly chosen to be the wielder of the tailed beast that rested inside of him.

It wasn't by fate, or even family that he had been picked. Simply by chance....

Did that make it better? Did it give her some ease? Not really. If anything, it made her question even more just what were the deciding factors in picking someone to be a vessel? Her own reasoning had been due to her bloodline..because of her father and mother. But could that be said for all of them? She had no other example of it aside from the boy now laid out before her.

"Huh? Maybe its the eyes?...Nah..."

Releasing a breath, she would find herself leaning in a bit more, as if inspecting him for some other special trait. Yet, in the end, her physical search did not provide an answer. Maybe it was just that...there was nothing..only him.

Lowering her eyes, the teen would soon push herself back up to her feet, brushing off her limbs before seeing the dust from the boy's shirt start to rise and move along the surface of her skin. Attaching itself to her hands, the girl would release a sigh as she began to make her way to one of the walls close by. Extending her hand out, she would go so far as to make an opening, at least to allow some air into the small structure to better give the teen comfort.

Time seemed to continue to pass, and soon enough, it would appear as if evening was just beyond the corner. But still, the girl remained.

Not only because she didn't want to see anything happen to the youth, but also because she happened to be lost in thought.

Academic? Medic? These were a few of the options that could have been chosen. But the girl couldn't see herself being a teacher or that great of a healer. Matsu-sama and her Aunt Akane seemed to have a natural gift for it. Arashi, on the other hands, didn't find herself with enough patience. So if she did have a choice to be anything aside from a shinobi, what could she be?

Legs crossed, head down, the girl seemed to continue to process this. Yet in the growing dark, memories could easily come to head. She flashed to the image of her locked away, body chained and hauled from one room to the next. Of men in cloaks and words that echoed continually.

"You are a tool of Sunagakure....A weapon..That is what you were crafted to be...There is no other path...No other reason for you to exist now..."

The dead councilman's words raged through her thoughts, ravaging any other. It was enough to snap her away briefly, almost leaving a sad look on her face. With so long having such a notion drilled into her, there were only faint memories of her conversation with her father in stating the opposite. How she could be a hero...a protector..But what was it that she wanted?

Maybe such ideas weren't worth the effort?

This was where she was now...who she was...it was better than letting her brother suffer like this..and her to be happy.

Perhaps this was what growing up meant....accepting the things that you could not change...
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