Chapitre 15: Cloud Shaping
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The cloud that had started to dissipate halted its disappearance, wavering under Ryomaru's touch. He could feel a tangible connection between his chakra and the cloud, a give and take of energies that felt as though it were a dance they had practiced together countless times.
Chakra was under his control, a fact that both bewildered and excited him. He didn't know what this foreign feeling was, this strange sensation of power and unity. It was as if a long-dormant part of him had been awakened, a part of him he hadn't known existed.
As he let his chakra mingle with the cloud, he could feel the cool, silky whisper against his skin. He watched, eyes wide with wonder and disbelief, as the cloud started to solidify once more. This was beyond anything he had imagined, this tangible, visible result of his chakra manipulation.
Karui, Shiromi, and Tatsuki watched in amazement, their eyes wide as they witnessed Ryomaru's display of chakra control.
"Ryo, that's..." Shiromi started, her voice filled with awe.
"Incredible," Tatsuki finished for her, her usually impassive face displaying an open look of admiration.
Karui simply stared, her fiery eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. She looked at Ryomaru, her gaze filled with a strange mix of shock and wonder. "Ryo, you..." she started, her voice trailing off as she struggled to find the right words.
Ryomaru simply smiled, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at his friends. The joy on their faces, their shared excitement, was contagious, spreading warmth through his body.
Chakra pulsed beneath Ryomaru's skin, a throbbing river of power that ebbed and flowed with his heartbeat. It answered to his will, bending and twisting in response to his mental commands. An odd sensation, as if he were in the eye of a storm, consumed him. Around him, energies swirled and danced, but he remained the calm center, the anchor in the chaos.
Ryomaru was no stranger to chakra - the life force that every ninja harnessed. Yet, he'd never truly felt it - not like this. It wasn't simply energy coursing through him, but a part of him - an extension of himself. It felt as natural as breathing, as if he had absolute command over it.
Drawing on this newfound control, Ryomaru focused on the cloud floating within Karui's outstretched hand. Awe-struck, he concentrated his chakra to the tips of his fingers, reaching out to skim the wispy cloud. The touch was light, almost reverent, and he felt a shiver run up his spine as the cool sensation coursed through him.
His ice-blue eyes flicked up to meet Karui's, her fiery gaze filled with anticipation. With a slight nod, he took the cloud from her hand. It floated between them, shimmering under the bright sunlight, a testament to the power of chakra control.
Ryomaru turned his attention back to the cloud, focusing his chakra as he envisioned the changes he wanted to make. It was like molding clay, he realized. His chakra was the force that manipulated the cloud, and his mind provided the blueprint.
The cloud responded to his touch, bending and shifting under his will. It was a slow process, a test of patience and concentration. Yet, Ryomaru found himself lost in it, enthralled by the tactile feedback of the cloud and the intoxicating sense of power.
Gradually, the cloud started taking shape, morphing under his deft control. It twisted and turned, coiling upon itself to form the intricate petals of a rose. It was a simple design, but the level of detail required a fine control of chakra, something Ryomaru found himself possessing innately.
With a final touch, he finished his work. The cloud rose floated gently above his palm, its delicate petals gleaming softly. Its beauty was ethereal, almost otherworldly, and Ryomaru found himself mesmerized by it.
Pulling his gaze away from the cloud rose, he glanced up to see Karui, Shiromi, and Tatsuki watching him with wide eyes. Their faces were a mix of awe and wonder, a testament to his unexpected display of chakra control.
Without a word, he extended his hand, offering the cloud rose to Karui. His eyes met hers, a silent communication passing between them. He didn't need to voice his gratitude; it shone clearly in his ice-blue gaze. This moment, this revelation of chakra control, was thanks to her.
Karui's fiery eyes widened in surprise as she reached out to take the cloud rose. Her fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against the wispy petals, a gasp escaping her lips at the cool sensation. She looked back at Ryomaru, her face flushed with a mix of excitement and shyness.
"This... This is amazing, Ryo," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine admiration. She looked down at the cloud rose, cradling it in her hands like a precious treasure. "I... I didn't know you were capable of this."
"I didn't know either," Ryomaru admitted, a soft chuckle escaping him. His ice-blue eyes sparkled with delight.
The shy yet exhilarated look on Karui's face left a fluttering sensation in Ryomaru's heart. The cloud rose shimmered in her hands, a silent testament to the bond they shared. Yet, as he glanced towards Shiromi and Tatsuki, he couldn't help but notice their slightly saddened expressions.
Quickly gathering two handfuls of clouds, Ryomaru swiftly molded them into flowers. For Tatsuki, the fiery tsundere, he formed a vibrant chrysanthemum - a symbol of passion and resilience. The petals were sharp, the arrangement striking, a reflection of her bold spirit.
"Here, Tatsuki," he said, extending the cloud chrysanthemum towards her. "I hope you like it."
Tatsuki's eyes widened at the sight of the flower, and she accepted it with an aloof nod. "It's... not bad, Ryo," she muttered, her words laced with a reluctant compliment. Yet, her eyes told a different story. They gleamed with admiration, the chrysanthemum reflecting in their vibrant depth.
Turning towards Shiromi, the shy yet caring girl of the group, Ryomaru shaped the second cloud into a cherry blossom. It was delicate, much like her. The flower was small, its soft petals spreading out in an intricate pattern, mirroring Shiromi's gentle and nurturing nature.
"Shiromi," he called softly, holding out the cloud blossom to her. "I made this for you."
Shiromi's eyes sparkled with unshed tears as she gently accepted the flower. "It's... beautiful, Ryo," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. She cradled the blossom in her hands, a tender smile gracing her lips.
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