Chakra

Poised there, in a field that stretches for miles, a place where castles would hang on the horizon. Chakra building around him, growing denser, focusing it between his hands. Knees bend, fling him into the air. He shoves the energy with what power into his foe. He lands, smoke clears, foe still stands there. That’s it he gave it that he had. So many times he’s given his energy to vanquish this beast, and so many times, its simply, withstood. It doesn’t fight back. Never lifted finger or thought against him. But it’s there, the damage is done, immeasurable. It’s kept. It’s keeping him from. It remains before him. As strong as he is weak, and as weak as he is strong. It never pushes back. It must be waiting, for him.