For the birds

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Wanizame was sweating already, a clear day on the mountains with the sun beating down on you tends to do that to a person as they expend chakra and burn themselves out every so often.

“You did manage to call more crows that time” Nigai chimed in, almost cawing with laughter in her own way as she watched the boy try to further his connection with the crows.

“Madame Crow…I can call as many as I want but I can’t find a way to put them into a cohesive form.”

“Wormchild, this is no different than summoning them… ask it of them and they will make it so. It has so little to do with you. Again…”

So Wanizame began again, as he had done a dozen times before, with his fingertips coming together to form this sign and then that sign, before his body filled with that familiar tingle of chakra ready to be expelled into the form of his choosing. Gathering his thoughts, the final hand sign fell into place before that tingle rushes from his body and takes its place beside him.

Standing next to a nearly perfect copy of himself, Wanizame was impressed that Nigai’s advice had actually led to the completion of this particularly difficult crow jutsu. Stepping away from the clone, he looked up to Nigai and pointed to himself in clone form.

“So that’s full of crows? It doesn’t look any different than my standard clone…” a kunai is hurled into the clone’s center, crows scattering from the spot as the form bursts into flapping wings and black feathers.

“Not bad Wormchild, though you will need to learn to connect your consciousness to a crow and the flock as a whole.” Nigai chided, hopping a few rocks over and watching the murder of crows hover nearby with a cacophony of cawing and the heavy sound of feathers beating air.

With a nod, Wanizame formed one last hand sign and closed his eyes with a concentration on the crows before him. Their desires, their intelligence, they were wonderful creatures that desired little in life and less from him. Their eyes would become his eyes and their beaks would become his voice. He stood there, minute by minute passing by without a single twitch from Wanizame under the gaze of Nigai.

“Wormchild… did you die on me?”

“No…” the flock of crows spoke with the voice of Wanizame “I do believe I am just getting the hang of it.”