((Here's a short one.))
The clearing allowed wonderous sights for the man who stood upon it, Kyasue's silver glare met with equally beautiful scenary. His hands oozed a silver liquid that covered the ground beneath him as he admired what these plains had to offer. It was too bad that they would soon be decimated by the fight that was about to occur. It would only be a few minutes before his opponent revealed himself, foolish enough to target a kage without assistance from many. Kisu simply crouched upon the short grass, both his hands pressed against the ground as he covered it in a thick glistening liquid that spread across the ground.