Urakoro would be climbing a large mountain, his hand sore after hours of climbing and already being a few hundred feet in the air. Though, he doesn't remember how he got himself in this situation, but it doesn't really matter, he was stuck doing what ever he planned to do. He would reach his right arm upwards towards a small ledge, which was just large enough for Urakoro to grab onto, and strong enough to hold his weight up. He would begin to remember what he did to get himself into this.
[flashback, just sayin]
Urakoro was walking through Konohagakure, with a Konohagakure head band on his forehead and some cloths covering up his face, the only visible part of his skin was really his eyes. He overheard something. Something in Kumogakure, a source of great power. He would walk over to the two who were speaking to each other, mentioning some trouble over in the land of lightning. There was said to have been a shinobi who died, and left a powerful weapon. This weapon had the ability to cut and entire building in one cut. He would smile, telling the two who were speaking to each other, that he had to leave now. He had much on this strong, legendary blade from the two, and he set out to find it.
Yes, that was exactly what he had done to get into this mess, now he noticed, not thinking before that this could all be a rumor, and most likely was. He would continue to climb up the mountain, pulling himself up with his right arm, then reaching out with his left as he would climb closer to the clouds. Soon enough he would be in the middle of the clouds, he couldn't see much at all. It was just luck, as he slid his left hand looking for a nice ledge that could support his weight, and was the perfect size for him to grab onto. He would continue to climb, he would begin to breath heavily, he was beginning to grow tired as the sun would set, and he continue to climb.
He would continue to climb, soon enough reaching near the top. He was a few feet away, most likely about twenty feet. He would reach up with his left arm, tired. He could fall asleep any moment now, which was why he was hurrying up towards the top. He would climb, reaching up with his left arm, then his right, then left, then right again. As he reached for the edge of the cliff, the last time he would reach out, he would take a large breath, his heart would start pumping rapidly, roughly. He was extremely tired, it had already been a week or so and he wasn't slept since he began his journey. He would pull himself up, putting his arms on the cliff to help him up. And there it was, he looked at it with large, open eyes in amazement, a long sword with a golden aura around it.
He would begin to climb up a bit more, pulling himself up when he saw a small child walk up to the sword. The child would pick it up, and look at Urakoro. The child, beginning to walk over to Urakoro when Urakoro was filled with rage on how a young child was touching his dirty hand against his sword, he was about to yell, and swear when the child stood in front of him, and kicked his face knocking him off the side of the mountain. He would fall, farther from the mountain's side each second, he couldn't reach it now. He was falling to his death.
He would soon zoom past the clouds he had passed just a few days ago. Soon enough, he would hit the ground in a large impact, but at that same second, everything wen black. Urakoro would jump up, and fall down out of a branch in a tree breathing rather quickly, and heavily. Was just a dream, he thought to himself as he would get up from the fall, starting to breath normally once more. [WIP]