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| - It was the most obscure area of the Land of Mountains, one few often tread — a blessing in disguise, as it would turn out. Since his retreat from the national stage, Ryun Uchiha, the legendary grandson of Madara Uchiha, had lived here in seclusion, free to practice his techniques away from the prying eyes of the shinobi world. For the first time since his reclusion, Ryun removed the mask he had used to cover his face. Though he was around fifty-six, in age, he hadn't seemed to age at all — thanks to a special technique that he had developed during his hermitage. He sighed, almost in relief, letting his spiky, long, blue-tinted black hair flow freely in the wind. At that moment, the ground contorted beneath him, as Black Zetsu rose up from the earth.
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| - It was the most obscure area of the Land of Mountains, one few often tread — a blessing in disguise, as it would turn out. Since his retreat from the national stage, Ryun Uchiha, the legendary grandson of Madara Uchiha, had lived here in seclusion, free to practice his techniques away from the prying eyes of the shinobi world. For the first time since his reclusion, Ryun removed the mask he had used to cover his face. Though he was around fifty-six, in age, he hadn't seemed to age at all — thanks to a special technique that he had developed during his hermitage. He sighed, almost in relief, letting his spiky, long, blue-tinted black hair flow freely in the wind. At that moment, the ground contorted beneath him, as Black Zetsu rose up from the earth. "He's entered this territory." Zetsu reported cryptically. "About damn time." Ryun snapped comically, his eyes shifting from their usual stone-black, to the Sharingan he was so infamous for. "As you've ordered, I have swept the surroundings. There are no signs of human life anywhere within several thousand miles of this location. The surrounding mountains provide a nice cover as well. You will be free to cut loose out here." Zetsu explained. "Excellent." Ryun replied, turning and smiling coyly at Zetsu. "Go now. If you're anywhere within a couple hundred miles of this place when we start, you'll die." Without a word, Zetsu sunk back into the ground, vanishing from sight shortly thereafter. Ryun then crossed his arms, leaning up against a nearby tree for support as he waited. The nostalgia of this situation swept over him like the summer breeze. This had been the location of their first real battle, nearly forty years ago. Now, the world itself would see how much the two men had changed. With a twitch, Ryun detected a familiar presence entering the area. It was undoubtedly the man he respected most, and yet, at the same time, desired to defeat even more; Seireitou Hyūga had arrived. And without a doubt, the presence that the God of Ninjutsu himself had sensed... appeared before him. Steps upon dirt resounded as the silver-haired man finally revealed himself. Seireitou rose his head ever slightly, the bangs of his infamous white hair moved to the sides as his piercing eyes took center-stage, gazing up at where his old friend stood his ground. "...You've gotten old." Seireitou remarked almost immediately upon noticing Ryun. "Perhaps Hikaru-san should be calling you Grey-hairs." he mused. Ryun groaned, putting his hands on his hips and snapping his eyes shut in protest, "You're older than me, nimrod!" he snapped. "Besides, you don't look so young yourself!" Opening his eyes again, Ryun unfolded his arms and stepped forward out from underneath the shadow of the foliage. Though the two were having a comical moment, the usual during their rare reunions, the chakra filling the air was tense. There was one thing that drove both of these men. That was the desire to fight one another and prove to the other their superiority in combat. Even now, as the two were joking around with one another, their chakra revealed just how much they ached to fight one another — for their fists to contact, and for their techniques to clash. Such was the unspoken nature of the warrior. "Its time, Sei-san." Ryun finally said. As usual, his urge for battle took over far quicker than Seireitou's. "Its time to finally settle, once and for all, which one of us is the stronger shinobi!" As Ryun's chakra spiked, excited by the impending conflict, its pressure filled the air, crumbling pebbles, ruffling the leaves of the nearby trees, and causing his hair to gently flow, as if the wind itself was coursing through it. Such was the normal ritual of their meetings, though Ryun felt this one would be far different from in the past. Ryun's mind was already analyzing the situation. To him, the fight had already begun. "Tch... Always so anxious." the silver-haired man responded. Almost as if it was a natural response, Seireitou's own chakra began to pressurize the surroundings around him. The two forces would clash in various areas around the battlefield. Rocks crumbling to pieces and exploding. Dirt rising upwards and then were slashed away as if by an invisible force. The very air itself was greatly saturated with this energy, the energy of the two strongest Shinobi to have ever been born. The true successors to Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara... They were Hyūga Seireitou and Uchiha Ryun, and this was their fight of destiny. Seireitou's knees bent down slightly, as the man got into his Taijutsu stance. He was a master of the Gentle Fist, after all. His preferred method of fighting had always been Taijutsu, despite the vast reserves of abilities he had in his arsenal. His palms were open as they were held at both his chest level and face level respectively, his eyes bearing the look of a man ready to crush his opponent. But it was not a look of arrogance. He knew Ryun's strength and would not dare make the rookie mistake of underestimating him. Even so... he had every intention to win here. "You have the floor... Ryun." the battle-ready Hyūga spoke.
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