The broken form of Ryun Uchiha laid among the stone and debris of the Land of Mountains as the heavens above unloaded a mighty downpour — almost an omen of its festering rage — across the battle scarred land. Mere hours ago, the younger Uchiha had done battle once more with his rival, Seireitou Hyūga. As usual, the battle had resulted in a tie, leaving them both unconscious for quite sometime. It was apparent to Ryun, upon glancing around at his rain-soaked surroundings, that Seireitou had woken sometime before him and left. Resting his head back into the soft mud beneath it, Ryun lamented himself. Why couldn't he beat Seireitou?! It wasn't enough knowing the two men were equal in every way. He had to know which of them was better. Cursing silently to himself, the Uchiha's eyes rolled back