Samurai of the Cloud. [Flashback] [Chakra Training]

The sound over the coast, in his mind the awesome beats and flutes in his mind. A calm scent of the ocean and the tides. Rip roaring and much like the beauty in the country. Kumogakure's beastly Samurai. Though much out of place in the public eye, he has a deeper meaning that can only seen in his eyes. The eyes on this man, pure white and cold. The eyes of the man looked as cold as the Yuki clan's Kekkei Genkai. The sword in his hand, his daddy's sword. A sharp glance.

Thus seen, the Shumasa at this time was rather young. Not looking more than 17. His voice was rather faint and had little to no base. His eyes now much warmer. The Sight changes, a slight flash on the looking glass onto this moment in the boy's/man's life. The looks change from young to old, a steady rain growing on the elder version of him. Soon the two begin to train. A slight difference in the two visions.

~Youth~

Now, this version was QUITE happy. A voice a bit deeper than Shumasa's present voice could be heard. The roaring voice slashed the sword that Future Shu held in his hands. This vision was of Shu and Daichi training when he was a kid. A deeper moment. The young Shu came to block a blow from the left by rotating his blade in a circular motion and stopping the blade halting it. An intense glare between his father and son. The beauty of the young boy's hair flowing hard in the beating winds.

As the vision pictures the renown Daichi Ringo, his boy being a near split image to him. His grunt kicked in as he applied more force to the blade. As the boy began to falter from the elder's strength, the buckling began in the two's blades. Soon however, the boy provided his strength as the blades rebounded back into the hands of their owners. A bit of sparks coming from the two.

The boy smirked as he got situated faster than his elder, a swift kick came from his right leg. Aimed at the elder's cranium. The swift kick was caught by the man and near instantly thrown away, spinning the boy. As a sword slash came from the "Ronin Master", an downward slash came from the right. As such the boy brought his sword up and used it as a sort of forearm guard. The blades knocked again, the boy still facing away from his father for a split second.

A slick slide from the boy as the sparks flew, slightly snipping at his skin. He roared as he swung his sword at his father, this time much faster and much harder. His talent indeed shone. As the father nearly got nipped on his goatee, he dipped his head back from the slash. The man smirked as he came with a swift jump backwards. The young boy came and slid in faster, his rage fueling him, a slight grimace on his face. The boy's father's face was rather calm. Not worried yet, a stern look. He knew that his boy was growing, admiration growing inside the man's heart for the boy.

WC=537/500 +10 Chakra Resources.