Sendo stared out through the long tunnel that would take him to the arena within the coliseum. The pathway itself was a long dark passageway that curved slightly right and then again to the left. The style of how it was made was all in all a waste of time, energy, and money, but all in all, it was a creative and new way to do things, and for this he would give it its do respect. His breath was hollow and deep. He was slow to take the air in through his nose and then hold for about an eight count. Then quickly he would exhale, breathing out softly yet with enough force to make a noticeable difference in the amount of gaseous waste in his lungs. It was a technique of the ages which was to keep the nerves as calm as possible. Sendo being at surprising peace with in himself, still used this, because it only seemed to further enhance his ability to keep focus. It was an alarming fact. He had the blood and instincts of a killer, and had the skills which made his quite adept at it. The fact that he was at such peace within and not in utter mental turmoil said a lot. It was what made him one of the deadliest things on the earth. Not much would or could stand in his way. Anything that dared try would be quickly swept from his path with an iron fist. He did not folly, ever, and any mistake he did make, he could turn to his advantage, for nothing went to waste in his eyes. He had the mentality of a messiah, but the heart of the antichrist.
He began to walk down the winding corridor, his footsteps echoing against the walls, regardless of the fact that he tread as lightly and carefully as possible, while maintaining a swift speed. His breath never wavered in the least. The exact science of this skill he was using was flawless, and none could understand it better than him. It all had to do with blood, the one thing he was most in tune with. Blood carried the oxygen, and an abundance of oxygen is what brought on the calm and peace for his muscles. It would not waver him in the least. No amount of pressure could move him to panic. It was simply not something he could do. Not that he had ever tried of course.
He waltzed into the stadium, the sudden light blinding him for a mere moment, and instinctively shutting his eyes, though he continued forward toward the center where the opponent had already stood, using his other senses to safely guide him. He had caught only a brief glimpse, but that sliver of a mental picture and the feel of his presence told him all. It was in fact the infamous Zeke Uchiha. He had felt the presence many years ago during his time in Konoha. It seemed as though they had followed similar yet very different paths. He had to take certain precautions here. As much as he detested the Uchiha clan, for all their arrogance that was not rightfully granted, he did have to take note that their power was substantial, and he had to be wary of it. There was no telling exactly what this opponent would be capable of but for sure, he had to protect his eyes, and it was for this reason that he did not reopen his eyes after he had been temporarily blinded by the sudden light after emerging from the tunnel which had led him here.
He summoned the smallest bit of his chakra, so small that it was not even a large enough amount to be detected by the sharingan’s keen eye. Not that this really mattered because the effects of his ploy would be apparent to all around. A small bit of blood was forced to the corner of each eye, until the tiny vessel popped and blood began to squirt out into the open air. However, before it got to far, he forced back towards his face, and it spread quickly across his eye, until it formed a thick enough layer that he would not accidentally open his eyes. The blood quickly clotted under his arcane influence, leaving a coating of maroon across his eyes. The blood quit flowing from the small wound and continued on its normal path throughout his body. It was complete. The one defense he truly needed here was in place. He would be able to use his other senses quite well to determine position and such. This battle would go well he thought. He did not know Zeke all that well, but he believed he knew enough, and nothing ever took him by surprise for he was the most adaptable ninja in existence, that much was certain.
He finally achieve his destination, ten feet in front of Zeke. He could hear the spectators going wild. They could sense that they were about to receive a show. He could not help but smirk. It was not arrogance, but simply joy of his bloodlust awakening. This arena was perfect, for there was no where for his prey to run.
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