Chakra - The evaluation

It was a day like any other within the old feudal japan, the sun was up and shining brightly as a few clouds came to challenge it to shine brighter, only for them to be blown away by the fresh summer wind which caught onto a few dryer up leaves from last autumn and hurled them off to the treetops and beond, the wind carrying them for a long ways towards the heart of the forest, but before they could reach that place they were dropped down towards the lake below, mostly hidden behind trees and bushes of all kind and height, all doing a great job at keeping the lake secluded, the branches of the trees reaching over the lake,as if trying to cover for a naked part of the otherwise richly vegetated area.

The lake was wide however and its waters as clear as crystal and pure as a freshly fallen snow with a few narrow streams leading out and into the lake, keeping the water circulated and pure, acting like a heart, nurturing the forest with the countless streams that split off from those leaving it, like minuscule blood veins carrying the vital liquid all over the dense, vast field of trees and plants all living in harmony, but even that harmony was broken as the faintest of sounds shook the delicate air about the forest, a sound that was not supposed to be there....The sound of a water drop landing on a puddle, on such a warm summer week water was not supposed to drip so where did it come from? many were the beasts that turned their head and perked their ears, their daily routine coming to a halt as the ominous sound washed over vanishing to the infinity as it once more became silent and the first bird dared to sing, but even she did not do so cause she liked to...But to tell everyone to stay out and away from the lake, for in the centre of the deep lake stood an ominous looking figure clad in nothing but baggy pants with the pant leg tied to his ankles and half way up to his knees, less they flapped and gave out his position, up continuing the pants, tugged under its waistband was the hem of a black long sleeved shirt with also most on the torso and arms tied to him with bandages that had long since lost their original colour and now held a dirtyish white upon them, the sign of mass-usage, more curious than that was the broad hat that sat atop the males head, held by a single thin string tied beneath his chin, the shadow the hat cast left his face hid beneath itself, what else was curious about the male was the stance he was in, aside the fact he stood on water,  was that he had his left leg back and his knee was bent slightly while the right one was in front of him, bent in a ninety degree angle and his arms were crossed by the wrists, which were pressed against one an other and his gloved hands were halfway fisted and some smoke was arising from the slightly burn cloth suggesting hed been hit with a torch, and pretty hard at that since looking from behind him, the rout hed come was visible, branches were cut and cindered slightly smoke raising here and there.

An hour seemed to pass while the figure just stood there not moving an inch to one direction or the other, the only sound he made was the sound of his breathing,shallow...Alert in a way even as he did stand up slowly and set his arms in front of him, bending them so his hands were in front of him his palms pressed together ready for something, but for what? none of the wildlife that now stood there, knew,  but as a single brownish leaf fell from the sky and right over the males line of vision he turned in a flash and his hands moved, forming some form of hand marks, his mouth speaking out with an echoing voice each seal he made."Water wall jutsu!."Was the final shouted out thing as the water in front of his feet bubbled slightly and blew up, the male not losing his balance as if in he had been expecting that, as the wall of water sprung up from the water a cone of fire smacked onto it,generating a thick wall of fog around the figure who stood in position his hand held against the aqua wall that slowly fell down, at which time the wild-life that stood,paralyzed by fear of what happened,turned and ran off for tracing the dying cone of fire one would see a frightening sight, a dragon well over the length of a fully grown tree, weighing in at a few tons, clad in an diamond hard armor of midnight black scales, which changed colour to a more dramatic crimson beneath him, massive horns, sharp and crackled from centuries of use, the line of horns started almost right behind his burning green eyes and ran to the base of his neck pointing the massive crown of sorts, back towards the tip of his tail, all except for two horns, which sprouted off from the round base of his lower jaw and grew out a foot or two before making a curve forward only for them to curve once more at the halfway of his snout this time however a little less of a curve so that the tips were aligned with his snout tip,all three pointed at the figure beneath.....

What happened then??who strikes who?? who does and what to whom??....find out..in the next episode of CHAKRA