Reuniting. [P;Inv]

Bouncing back and forth his grin is wide, his mother returns the ball, with a curved upwards swing the ball is impacted sending it straight upwards, following this the boy leaps upwards soaring into the air only to slam the ball downwards with a frontal flip double hand wielding the racket at this point to send it towards his mother aiming down at her form, the boy and the ball both thirty meters in the air at this point, his full force used as he sends the ball down to the earth like a meteorite.

His eyes take in every detail viewing the ball, and his mother, he lands swiftly waiting for her response to his action and where he has to go next to send the ball back, this time the ball is aimed towards her chest due to the angle in which it was sent, he will win this game no matter what!

Akina watched in awe/horror as her son skillfully drove the ball toward the ground. Viper-kun...we need to teach this boy about the female anatomy...when it's appropriate. The woman jumped back, buying herself some time before the ball would have hit her in the chest and deftly swung her racket upward in order to change the ball's trajectory.

Watching the tennis ball arc upward through the sky, Akina wondered if she had put too much speed behind her swing. I had to react quickly...I don't know how to deal with this...

Samuru's head tilts upwards, his battle ready smirk overtaking his features, he moves from left to right waiting for the ball to come down towards him, his smirk more like a psychopath at this point as his mother has never gotten like this with him, they are actually having his kind of fun!
Normally time with his mother was spent learning clan traditions, how to act in certain situations, and other such things that would make him a respectable member of society, how well did that turn out?

Viewing the ball come down he gets under it, with an overhead swing he sends it towards his mother once more, the ball soaring through the air towards the center of her form, Samuru simply aiming for her, not for anything specific.
By the minute he is getting more and more into it, he is determined to overcome this challenge his mother gave to him.

His determination is astounding...astoundingly scary...still don't know how to deal with this. Akina sighed strangely. This was fun, scary, and strange at the same time. She decided to try something, and the very thought of it scared her. She decided to charge her right hand with her chakra and watched as it flowed around the racket. If Samuru did not want to play fair, then she would not play fair, either.

She stepped to the side and angled the racket to hit the ball. She had her hand poised her hand like this so many times before that it felt natural. She readied herself and volleyed the ball back to Samuru as she screamed, "Jyuken!"

Samuru watches as the ball rockets towards his mother, however now the game changes, determination now seen upon his mothers face as it seems to grow more serious, chakra seen building up as he readies himself for what is to come.

He watches now as she sends the ball back with what he deems as a battle cry, the ball rocketing through the air, his eyes able to keep up with it but the speed is incredible!
He trusts his eyes, with a mighty swing of his racket he does for the ball....and misses, the boy not fully used to the tracking of his eyes and over trusted it, objects viewed by Masutaai are closer than they appear it seems as his racket hits air, and the ball his stomach.
The racket is dropped from his hand as his form leans forward, saliva shooting slightly from his mouth due to impact as he drops to his knees, the boy gasps a few times trying to get the wind back in his lungs, now leaning forward both his hands are on the ground with his form looking downwards, his hair hiding his face which now hands down over it.

He coughs a few times, still gasping for air, tears slightly built up in his eyes due to the action itself, slowly begins to regain his air flow, taking small breaths at first, his cape draping his back and covering his sides as he stays in his position still trying to catch his breath that was knocked out of him, even Uncle Echo in their spars never got a shot in like this.

Akina's eyes almost popped out of her head. Was there a problem with his eyes or did I... Her jaw dropped open quickly, and her legs carried her to her son, who was incapacitated on the ground.

She tried to scoop her son up into her arms as she reached him. There were tears in her eyes, which she lowered her head to hide. She did not want to shame herself by showing her son a weakness. "Oi, Samuru-kun, are you ok?" She felt her body shiver with cold.

His breathing is slow, suddenly he feels his mothers embrace lifting him, by now his breathing has basically returned, he coughs slightly, he looks upwards at his mother with a childish smile, her form felt shivering and slight tears seen on the side of her face.
"Looks like you win mom.." the boy says, a soft weak chuckle coming from him as his mother holds him, something for some reason makes him feel at home, the motherly embrace he has rarely had due to their distance.

Akina calmed down as Samuru's breathing returned to normal and he seemed to be ok. When she heard his words, she chuckled lightly. "I kind of cheated...maybe Viper is rubbing off on me...anyway, we'll get better, if we keep playing."

She noticed the sun setting in the distance and noticed her stomach groaning slightly. "I need to go back to the castle soon, but why don't we go to Ichiraku's for supper?"

He hears his mothers words, he adjusts himself to get to his feet and out of her grasp now standing beside her.
He hears her mention she has to leave soon which causes him to frown slightly but it is quickly changed when she mentions taking him out to eat, at least he will get to spend a little more time with her before she leaves, all else fails he learned a very fun game he can play with the children in his Genin class, he will be unstoppable at tennis!
The boy reaching down and grabbing the ball and racket, requesting to keep them, if allowed he puts them in his cape pocket.
"Race ya to Ichiraku's!" the boy yells as he runs off towards the village smiling wide.

[Exit]

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Akina lets go of Samuru rather regretfully. She noticed a strange glint in his eye that caused her to smile slightly, despite the threat of a chill crawling up her back. Upon hearing his request, Akina bit her lip.

After a moment or two of silence, she nodded her head slowly. "Sure, you can keep them. Consider it a very belated birthday gift."

Hearing his exclamation, Akina shook her head slightly, yelling out, "First one there pays!"

[Exit;Closed]