A clanging of metal against metal, and the sparks produced from the clash lit up the air for a few quick moments...
Dashing and sprinting around one another, two shinobi of equal power faced off in a clear field, illuminated by the moon's glare. Quick wits battled quick wits, and the silence that deafened the ears of the two shinobi remained strong.
In one corner of the field, a man of dark hair. His eyes shone with crimson beauty, a reference to his heritage's renowned ability: the Sharingan. His face was darkened in the night, but the intensity of his eyes shot out from the darkness.
In the other corner, a man of white hair. Long and unending was his locks, and it stood from the rest of the man. His eyes were of vibrant gold, and a sword rested between his palms, a nod to his prowess in swordsmanship.
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Unsaid words danced in the air, and for good reason. Their rivarly spoke for them, a long-lasting friendship that had ended up at this point in time. Their actions would now form sentences.
But, this silence, this beautiful silence, would be interrupted by bitter words.
"Hyūga, Seireitō." The dark haired man uttered with intensity. His eyes seemed to flash just once underneath the night's sky. He had called the name of his opponent.
A smirk rose on the other's lips just from hearing his opponent's anger. A dangerous glare escaped him.
"Uchiha, Ryun. It is unfortunate that this cycle must continue." His voice traveled, signifying his playful yet sinister demeanor.
The Uchiha could not bear to toil in his rival's words. "Seireitō. You've been a stepping stone for me, maybe an obstacle. Our names will forever be etched into each other's spirits. So, respect me when I say that I will put every ounce of my being into fighting you. I would feel bad if I didn't notify you of your worthiness as my opponent."
A silence soaked the space between them.
"I'd like to say the same. But, try not to sound so crestfallen. It'd undoubtedly ruin this thrill that fills us."
And resuming again was the heat of battle, and the rushing of sword against sword. Ferocity had returned to them once more; a night that engraved itself into the history of the shinobi era.