Jigoku Uchiha sprinted throughout the Forest of Death away from his pursuers. Move... He had to move. He couldn't see them. Blades everywhere, kunai thudded in to the trees around him. All he could do was run. He sprinted through the trees, using a Body Flicker here or there in a desperate attempt to get the hell out of the area he was in. He had to move... Faster. He couldn't see them, he couldn't fight back. He glimpsed shadows, the trees, only to lose sight of them and have a kunai whiz past his face and thud into a tree behind him. He. Had. To. Move.
Or... See? He recognized an immediate change in his eyesight. The shadows became people. He tracked the kunai. He could see... Was that... Chakra? It had to be. He recognized different patterns of colors flowing throughout the body just like the diagrams he had seen in the academy. One. A kunai whizzed past his face, and somehow he snatched it out of the air. Two. Jigoku hurled the kunai at the second person he saw. Three. Jigoku dodged a kunai so deep in his peripheral vision that he should not have been able to see it.
This was... It had to be. Sharingan. As one person sprinted through the trees past Jigoku, he couldn't keep up with him. But he could somehow predict him as Jigoku hurled two kunai to the place where he should be when they completed the journey through the air. Jigoku heard two satisfying thumps preceding a heavier third that meant he had been struck and fallen. Again, he saw things that should be impossible for others as he recognized a desperate female's face, inhumanly clear in the dark and distance. And the three kunai she threw seemed as easy to dodge as a dodge ball as the young Genin ducked. And again three fleshy-sounding thumps. She'd hit her comrade. She let out a cry of anguish and sprinted away. Jigoku watched her flee, then examined his hand as he marveled at the ability of the Sharingan.
WC: 348
Or... See? He recognized an immediate change in his eyesight. The shadows became people. He tracked the kunai. He could see... Was that... Chakra? It had to be. He recognized different patterns of colors flowing throughout the body just like the diagrams he had seen in the academy. One. A kunai whizzed past his face, and somehow he snatched it out of the air. Two. Jigoku hurled the kunai at the second person he saw. Three. Jigoku dodged a kunai so deep in his peripheral vision that he should not have been able to see it.
This was... It had to be. Sharingan. As one person sprinted through the trees past Jigoku, he couldn't keep up with him. But he could somehow predict him as Jigoku hurled two kunai to the place where he should be when they completed the journey through the air. Jigoku heard two satisfying thumps preceding a heavier third that meant he had been struck and fallen. Again, he saw things that should be impossible for others as he recognized a desperate female's face, inhumanly clear in the dark and distance. And the three kunai she threw seemed as easy to dodge as a dodge ball as the young Genin ducked. And again three fleshy-sounding thumps. She'd hit her comrade. She let out a cry of anguish and sprinted away. Jigoku watched her flee, then examined his hand as he marveled at the ability of the Sharingan.
WC: 348