Burning Passion (Closed)

Currently Open To: Saori Uchiha

The flame would hit the training pole, exploding off either side of it, echoing outwards with a burning rage. Hiroshi's eyes locked onto the single pole, his breathing quite deep, heavy and at an escalating speed. The red crimson of his eyes would be illuminated with the fiery blast, the two tomo being the most dominant thing in both of them. His gaze would slowly move to the top of the pole, as he reaches over his left shoulder with his right hand, grabbing the hilt of his Katana. The slow drawing of the blade would be heard, as the metal runs against the tight casing. As the tip of the Katana comes out, a ting would be heard as it scratches the inside of the casing. Holding the hilt firmly in his right hand, he would twirl it a few times, before he extends it towards the training pole. The point glistening in the sun, as he takes a calm breath. The hand gripping the hilt of the Katana would begin to glow a slight red, as he keeps his focus on the training dummy.

This was not the plan... This was not the plan at all, so how did it end up like this... Why did it end up like this... What do I do now... I don't know what to do now... I can't even think straight.... And Saori... How will she forgive me... What I said was so idiotic, I knew I shouldn't have said it, but I did... I let my anger towards the others influence my reaction to her... I've never done that, I never should have done that... But I did... I'm so stupid... Maybe they are right.. Maybe I am just a weapon... A weapon that was bred to kill... He made me like this... He forced me to become what I am... I need to find her and apologize... But I need to calm down first...

His hand would tighten, the leather of his glove stretching as he pulses his chakra outwards. The fire would burst outwards from his hand, coating the blade in the fiery chakra as Hiroshi crouches. His eyes narrowing as he digs his right foot into the ground and launches forward. His right arm dragging behind him as the fire would begin to ripple with the wind passing through it. As he nears the pole, his left hand would come around to grip the blade's hilt as well. His left foot landing in a slide as he brings both of his arms to swing around. The blade would flicker with fire, as the sharpened edge would hit the training pole. The blade would not stop, the momentum of Hiroshi's body, fuelled with his anger, would cut the pole in half. The Katana would end up in his left hand, the tip of it point directly at the ground, as the fire continues to burn. Hiroshi's breathing would still be deep, his eyes locked on the training post, as he would stand motionless.