Chidori Scream.
Walking into the large hollow training room, the echoes of my footsteps skulking up behind me, I closed my eyes. My feet take me to the very centre of the empty cavern and I stop there, letting the dark drink in the remnants of my presence until it is completely silent again. I breathe in until my lungs hurt and release into a long sigh. Focus.
I feel my chakra, thick and sluggish, slithering smoothly through me and push. My body wants to tense but I force myself to remain loose, lax, in control. Within me, my chakra thins as it rushes through my coils, my limbs, and the wild flow whips up a froth the brushes against my tenketsu. A shiver of delight runs through my muscles, repulsing me. I force these fumes down, and the richer, purer chakra is pressed against the walls of my veins, breaching into my muscles, overpowering my control as a moan slips up my throat. Glorious power, my lips pull into a smirk. I feel my body hardening, my flesh pulling taunt and yet I'm more limber than ever. Chakra, real, raw chakra drags itself harshly across my increasingly sensitive tenketsu, eager to escape. Though I want to keep it there, I force the smirk from my face as my hands race together and my eyelids fall apart. Seals form too quick to be seen but my eyes hold every moment in absolute clarity. I can feel my chakra surging into my sharingan as soon as I open them, feel it pressing my sight into every crevice in the dark, grasping everything. I stare into the black at the targets surrounding me, while still seeing my hands forming the seals required. As I finish, I feel my chakra resonate with the sequence, like it knows what is coming. Focus.
In the same moment as the final seal is made, my arms fly open, exposing the targets to my twitching tenketsu. Brushing them open, I feel my potent chakra begin to spill out of me, just for a second and then I mould the anxious power, feeling it grow hard, harder than stone, so rigid and brittle that the very tension within it causes it to crack and burst out of me. Raw lightning screeches from my body, too fast to control for anyone but me, but I see it arc out even behind me, I still see it as I see everything I've ever looked at with these eyes. An entirely undecayed memory is seen, not remembered. Thus, I force the lightning back towards the targets, feeling it surging from my still body to fill the room. The noise engulfs me, echoing and building, a million visceral chirps bleeding into the space. The jutsu rages through my stiff body for a few moments more, pulsing, before I release. Around me the room returns to dark again and the last of the birds is devoured by the blackness. I see every target, shattered, and smirk again.
Perfection.