[It's a big roof. Law has plenty of space to practice, and he's keeping the lightning close to him. The martial arts he's warming up with is like Tai Chi Chen, or the soft fist style the Hyuuga favour. The chakra... well, it's monstrous and tightly contained within. Power like a supernova... fitting for one.
The form is perfect and fluid, but he hasn't reached his normal level of Zen. He's agitated on some level. It shows in the slight tenseness at the corner of his eyes, the crease of his brow. Little things, subtle things, but for a fighter they might as well be red flags.]
[Quiet] Let me know if I'm disturbing you, Mister Itachi.
[Slinging lightning around is slinging lightning around regardless. It can get distracting after a while.]
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The form is perfect and fluid, but he hasn't reached his normal level of Zen. He's agitated on some level. It shows in the slight tenseness at the corner of his eyes, the crease of his brow. Little things, subtle things, but for a fighter they might as well be red flags.]
[Quiet] Let me know if I'm disturbing you, Mister Itachi.
[Slinging lightning around is slinging lightning around regardless. It can get distracting after a while.]