𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐢 | ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ

Sand and Sound

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"Again."

The wind harshly whipped through the trees, rustling and breaking into the bushes. The endless sound of repetitive destruction surrounded the atmosphere, causing the few servants to hesitantly keep their distance. Within the chaotic training were intense winds that nearly surpassed that of gravity: sound.

Sanjiro, with his usual training robes, held an open scroll that projected sound waves. The sound waves blew against Kazumi, her blonde hair slapping against her face where her grey irises pierced with determination towards his stern gaze.

"Again." Sanjiro repeated, brows narrowing with his eyes.

As his grip tightened around the opened scroll, Kazumi could feel her veins tensing from the consistent waves of gravity. The second blow clashed with the sound waves, managing to penetrate the barrier hardly.

"You are not focusing your gravity through your chakra. Forget about your hands." Sanjiro grunted.

His note made her hand quickly ball into a fist after being caught using a hand sign. Gritting her teeth, she swung her hands out in front of her, squinting her strained eyes as the ground began to break beneath the soles of her sandals.

The watching servants couldn't help themselves from shrieking, taking cover behind the walls of the compound. Others had ultimately run inside, not wanting to risk getting pulled into the blows.

Her feet sunk into the hard ground from the pressurised gravity surrounding her figure, giving a wavering aura of grey. Sanjiro's eyes opened wide, his own chakra activating to control himself from flying away from her gravity.

"Again!" His voice raised, much more eager than stern.

With a last release, Kazumi's hands flexed, her voice letting out a pained cry when successfully swallowing her gravity jutsu through the sound waves. As her arms swung down, the sound waves broke into the ground, creating a whip of wind to slice throughout the area before leaving silence.

The scroll in Sanjiro's hand closed, a hole evident in the middle of it. Dust and debris from the cracks around the ground rolled out, looking like that of a calm before the storm.

"It's decent improvement --" Sanjiro paused, watching her hunch over.

Kazumi projectile vomited, swaying from her trembling knees. The old man quickly strided to her, catching her body from falling to the ground by placing his palm against her forehead. Her blood was scorching hot from exhaustion, implying the little chakra she had left.

"Seems I've been pushing you too far these days." He admitted, looking around the compound for the servants.

Sensing his gesture, the servants appeared out from their hiding spots, rushing to the grounds. One had swiftly taken Kazumi into their arm, helping the girl back inside the compound. The other had swirls in their eyes when blankly staring at the destroyed training grounds. Nevertheless, they went straight to fixing and cleaning the place.

Sanjiro then followed the servant who took Kazumi inside, keeping his eye on Kazumi's state. He was aware of her physical weakness compared to her power's incredible potential. The old man didn't know whether to be glad or afraid by that fact.