[For a moment or two, he stands and watches the fire roll out across the field, and then he again vanishes. This time, he reappears in the air, hovering, falling very slowly. He does half of a set of jutsu hand signs in front of him, curls his fingers by his lips just the same. Inhales through his mouth.
The fire starts stretching a long tendril of itself, swirling, back to him. At his fingers and lips, it converges into chakra. From a distance, it looks as if he's simply sucking all of the flame right back into the throat from where it came. With one, long breath, he pulls the fire from the charred remains and extinguishes it.
He returns to Nico before he falls much further toward the ground, a zip from one place to the other. Nothing is out of the ordinary until Nico quickly steps back when he appears--but it hadn't been from him. He's seen the look on Nico's face plenty of times. Too many.
Twisting, he faces and steps in front of Nico, blocking the boy's vision to the wasteland and attempting to break concentration. The movement tosses his hair out of the way. The single black eye has changed into something strangely red and jagged; the other eye is worse: purple from corner to corner broken up by lines of black.]
It's over. You don't have to worry about it or the flowers anymore.
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The fire starts stretching a long tendril of itself, swirling, back to him. At his fingers and lips, it converges into chakra. From a distance, it looks as if he's simply sucking all of the flame right back into the throat from where it came. With one, long breath, he pulls the fire from the charred remains and extinguishes it.
He returns to Nico before he falls much further toward the ground, a zip from one place to the other. Nothing is out of the ordinary until Nico quickly steps back when he appears--but it hadn't been from him. He's seen the look on Nico's face plenty of times. Too many.
Twisting, he faces and steps in front of Nico, blocking the boy's vision to the wasteland and attempting to break concentration. The movement tosses his hair out of the way. The single black eye has changed into something strangely red and jagged; the other eye is worse: purple from corner to corner broken up by lines of black.]
It's over. You don't have to worry about it or the flowers anymore.