Kuro Hitokiri Region - Rebirth [O/A] [Semi-lit]

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[stillnohero]

Being large or small did nothing to dictate power. The martial arts legend Bruce Lee was a whopping 135 pounds soaking wet, yet he packed much more power than many men that out weighed him. In comparison, the small man Ando was meant nothing, being that he was a man attuned to the supernatural workings of this foreign world. He had adapted, and peaked his human physique, and in some ways surpassed what was considered the norm for a human. One arm beefed up with intent to throw instead of slamming it into Ando was a poor choice, for his own two legs packed the power necessary to lunge and clear the distance to Shawn, even past two tables considering his running start.

He was airborne, but he was not hopeless. He simply tucked his legs up and placed his sword before his face and chest in an 'X' formation. Weighing in excess of approximately 140 pounds, he outweighed the projected chair several times over. When the chair crashed into his blades, he slashed against them, shattering the chair to pieces like Shawn's hopes and lost dreams of shaming the Hitokiri Kensai. The golden glow of his swords persisted, considering he failed to project the energy within them upon Shawn just yet.

While the chair didn't stop him outright, it did delay his destination. He found his falling action on the far side of the table nearest Shawn. And on his descent, he chose to kick his legs down and out, tipping the table top towards himself with the left leg, the right following it to slam his foot into the flat surface of the table top. Effectively, the table would knocked violently towards Shawn, both masking Ando's presence for a brief moment, and barreling towards Shawn's mid-section. Landing on the floor behind the table, Ando kept low as he took the lead with his left, his Wakizashi. He would wait until the table was effected before bursting forth in another charge, considering just as he was not seen by Shawn, Shawn was not seen by him. His extra moment of hiding affording him another charge to his Musou reserves.

Musou: 3 (+1)

[Etched In Stone]

The Flame Blader quickly rolled to his right, his body dropped lowly and he tucked himself tipping, laterally in evasive precaution, and rolled three times out the way. Rather than his odd manuever, stealthily, he produced a powdery white substance in hand from a pouch came many pockets on his burgundy Jacket. Gurando would be oblivious and the American shinobi, halting across the floor on the opposite end of said table depressed the pouch with his thumb. No later than a half second passed the bag inflated an inch. Concealed by Shōn's hand, the small air increase would not be noticed. Tossing the pouch a few inches off in front of Ando for a wide explosion that would stretch over five feet, the homemade powder bomb's only evident explosion was a loud popping sound the baggie resonated like bursting a fully blown balloon. So clever in preparation the stuffed baggie hopefully went unnoticed in the midst of it all . It would release the thickened powder to the air in a plume of white choking one's oxygen supply. Sticking to whatever body parts contacting the face, his hair, mid section, hopefully the lower body, but definitely the weapons. It's acidic properties didn't take long to begin singing away any material, not so ever. Literally, as soon as it contacted, the powder was poisonous and without pity not shame. Some of the shroud gave Shōn cover concealing the Afro assassin. As he jolted around near Ando without a sound his hand grasped firmly on a handle in his inner coat. A fully loaded Smith & Wesson stainless steel .357 Magnum was pointed at the man's right calf moreso in it's direction. Already cocked, he pulled the trigger finger and Blaowwww!! That was it.

[stillnohero]

Shawn rolled away from the table he kicked at him, Ando remained low, studying the man in his evasion, knowing that acting too soon could wind up being a worse move than actually remaining still, patient, ready. When the man threw something, which he didn't know what, Ando would execute the first display of his own power in actual use. Luckily he had more energy available than what was currently held ready for use in his swords. Projecting from his core to envelope him in his crouched position, in a small golden, translucent bubble, the Samurai remained safe from the powery substance as the pouch popped to dispense the small cloud of, whatever that s**t was. The powder that touched his bubble would burn out of existence. Due to the lack of wind or air flow within the bar, the powder dispersed would linger in a cloud, masking the men from one another, mostly anyway. Regardless, he was still positioned ready, and he could not only see a silhouette moving around him, but he could feel the man, and hear him. Releasing the bubble in a burst, the concussive force equivalent to a grenade blasting out all around him, cracking the flooring and throwing any tables or chairs within a two meter radius away from him, even shoving that powdery substance out and away from him.

Bla-BOOM!! ~

The gunshot range out practically in unison with the burst from the barrier used, this not only knocked the bullet away from him, but it would also knock Shawn's arm away from him enough to not be pointing the gun at him any longer. To add insult to injury, his own acidic powder would shower him, backfiring with his reckless mode of combat just before Ando retaliated. As he exploded into motion, rising up and coming at Shawn point blank with his katana first, he swung the sword from his own left to right, arching over head as he rose to remove the gun toting hand at the elbow, the tip of the blade threatening to produce a shallow cut on Shawn's face, though as if that wasn't enough already, that golden hue left the blade, drawing a line in the air that showed the path his blade traveled, until the end of his slash where the horizontal blade of Musou would project forth, in case he tried to ride the momentum of the blast force back, which would leave him wide open for the energy to pulverize him in the air, slicing through Shawn, and cauterizing the same wounds as the energy passed through him. That attack in and of itself was capable of relieving the man of his head, or a big portion of it, mimicing the angle of his slash where the tip of the blade would barely scratch the surface.

Either way, the bar top was also behind Shawn by a matter of five or so feet, and Ando wouldn't pause between following up with his Wakizashi in a second attack, that would only be dependent on the reaction to his first slash.

Musou: 4 (-2)

[Mr Shinjiko]

Leonardo -S- Virunas

Peccaminous Peregrine"

Etched in Stone

The right hand would take the small object, looking it over as he listened to what was said. Around this time the elevator doors would open and allow them to exit into the lobby once more. Heading forward he would continue on towards the doors at the front of the tower, stopping near a suited man who had gone through the trouble of flagging him down. Looking back towards Yomi he would offer the man another smile.

"A name to match the designation?"

Afterwards there would be a short conversation told in whispers, mostly indicating that there had been trouble at the Tavern between Gurando and Shawn. Pinching the bridge of his nose he'd let out a sigh, turning his body towards Yomi again. It was at this point that he would extend his left arm to the side, a gesture showing the stoic figure the exit. There was more than enough time for Yomi to speak the name of who would be receiving the flask as well, of course before the two would have to inevitably part ways.

"Excuse me, Yomi, but it seems I have to go deal with something. If there is anything you need, just let me know."

It was here that Tous would offer another bow before leaving the Lobby and heading outside. Outside would be waiting a vehicle and two other suited men, which would usher Tous into it before driving off. There was hardly any speaking involved at this point in the movement, having already some understanding of what was happening. Without any words in the total transfer between the tower and the Tavern, the vehicle would come to a speedy halt outside. Once outside of the jeep like vehicle Tous would stop while remaining face forward towards his beloved tavern.

"Call the Desert Wolf and offer him the sand."

The words spoken would indicate only one thing, the ushering forth of a man who had long since gone on with his own life. Yet that man still owed a debt to Kuro Hitokiri and it would be fulfilled. It was not the Tavern that 'wolf' would go to though, it was merely setting in motion something to come soon. With those words Shinjiko would move forward, pushing the doors open. At that moment it would just as Gurando's attack created the blast. The men that had previously shown up would stand at full attention when the door opened, Shinjiko walking in with his hands clasped behind his back as he watched. He had hoped that now his presence was enough to halt whatever was occurring within the establishment. If not, his words surely would.

"It seems my instructions were not clear. I do believe that before I left I told you both to eat and then take whatever was brewing to the stadium. Yet here you both are, destroying something that has been here far longer than this village. You will both report to the stadium... right now."

No anger, no emotion. Calm. That was all they got in return for their actions. In which there was the instruction, which would be obeyed at this point. There was no other option, it was just that simple. Should it be ignored then there would be a punishment befitting. Eyes fell towards Gurando and then to Shawn, the gray optics narrowing in a certain displeasure. Right then he didn't care about what reason had begun what had happened, it was that it had happened in the first place.

"Go. You will be met by someone when you get there."

The final measure would not be built up, it would just happen. Across both of their forms would become a bright white mixed with varying shades of gold. There was a sound, one that created a calm in a mortal's brain, beyond that indescribable. Wounds would seal themselves, burns and scratches becoming less. Both combatants would feel themselves as if they had never competed against each other. Aside from major damage that would be lessened but not completely, they were at near one hundred percent. The question now was why had Tous healed them with what was known as an M-orbital and why were they to head to the stadium? That was all something they would soon find out.

[stillnohero]

While Shawn was incapable for a brief moment of reacting to Ando, he found it much easier to hesitate, stopping his attack at the drop of a dime, not even breaking the skin of the man's arm, though sharp edge touching regardless. The golden hues of his swords would soak from his blade back into him, retaining the energy placed in each as opposed to wasting said energy. One at a time his sheathed his blades as he stare at Shawn's face. Unlike Shawn, Ando would be healed 100%, for the only damage he had sustained was a single shallow cut to the neck. Without a word he turned and face Tous himself, bowing at the waist as a show of respect. It wasn't in his character to b***h and whine over who started what, orders were orders, and though Shawn was the ******** tard that started this mess, branding himself a criminal in Ando's eyes, Tous was still the boss. Perhaps an investigation of the tavern would show that Shawn's severed hand was still soaking in his soup bowl, evidence that he was in fact still eating when the lesser man tried to make a fool of him by flinging a burger in his face. Tous spoke of honor, and respect. The fact that Shawn held none and Tous still wished him a part of this village baffled him. No matter, stadium or not, he would break this man. He moved to make his way out without waiting for the gaijin to speak or move. Pausing briefly beside Tous only to utter something to him without even turning his head to look at the man.

"Sorry, Shinjiko-Sama."

Unless Tous stopped him or spoke to him, he would proceed out the door and head for the stadium as ordered. It would be obvious to both men that Ando left his shirt, tie, suit jacket, holster and gun laying on the floor in the bar. He simply had the pants on his legs, the shoes on his feet, and his swords. Those glowing golden eyes remained as an indicator that he didn't release his built up energy. This fight was far from over. Even with Shawn getting a fresh start, Ando would produce the same results, or so he assumed despite the lost limb being a fluke accident of Shawn thinking he could just walk into Ando's homeland and disrespect the second in command without consequences.

Musou: 3

Mr Shinjiko

Etched in Stone

[Etched In Stone]

If it weren't for Shinjiko stopping the fight, no telling how the end of things turned out for both, though seemed he was saving Hot Boi from the Gurando. The doors opened as he stepped from the Batosai, that was it for their fight. The grave look on Tous when he told them to head to the Stadium was priceless, had he only known the man for a short time and it was his place, he could only imagine the rage and anger that resonated him. The .357 Revolver fired off, blowing the Remington round in a hole in the wall that grazed past Ando and missed his calf. The recoil on the Magnum was just too much for the lack of firearm proficient Shon, who really didnt know what he was doing. Truth be told, a good try never failed and buzzed off the alcs, that man was.just ready to bust a cap in to something it didn't have to be Ando.particular. His consciousness became clear staring, his earthen oculars running over the destruction of the tavern. Chairs and tables scattered, some broken. In the least did Trinity want Tous assuming he had no respect for such properties immediately, he quarted the firearm via his waist inside the jacket in a plan fashioned holster. In deep apology and regret he fell to his knees with his forehead to the floor performing Saikeirei, the most respected Japanese bow in etiquette. This was not his lord but this would be his home and eventually Shinjiko would be his leader. Submitting was needed. Never did he feel so, embarrassed.

"I apologize deeply.'

Waiting until he was spoken again to rise, if not gathering his Ninjato and detached hand from the soup bowl, heading out the tavern following Ando to Stadium he reattached it to the severed wrist. He wouldn't be aware of his bodily glow, nor the healing done by Tous. However, his hand would regenerate and repair itself faster than usual, he did acknowledge that much. As for the white powdery substance, it held between his pinky and fourth finger flat against,.a second depress would deflate the baggie to regular size. It would not be tossed at Ando like he had prepared, all in his tricks of schemes.

(Any problem with my post i'd edit. Don't think the dope baggie was too much, plus i'm ready for some more story.)

[Genshin Hajime]

It was to the Northeast of the village that pair would have been ordered to go, to the stadium of sorts that dated further back than the village itself. Not many remembered or even knew what it was originally created for but it still remained as if it was an undying image to the past. Once the two entered they would be face to face with... nothing. Nothing but sand that stretched to the high walls around the arena itself. At about the size of a regulation baseball field, there was plenty of room to move around.

For roughly fifteen minutes nothing would happen at all. There would have appeared to be no one there to greet them like Tous Shinjiko had instructed. As they were forced to wait there would be the sound of voices and random movement, the sound of people coming into the stadium's raised seating as if they were there for some grand spectacle. During this time there was varying degrees of chanting. Some were repeating Gurando's name while some others had even noticed that Shawn Trinity had returned, giving him his own competing chant.

Even with all of that, the chanting and yelling would be forced to a halt. Not by force of the physical nature, but the mere notice that something was already there. Something was hiding in wait for those two and was laying dormant, yet to appear. Some of the crowd were wondering if they had been misled that there was going to be some type of show, a low murmur sweeping over the waves of people that had since finished streaming in. It was not packed but there was enough people to fill at least half of the seats. And everyone was forced to wait.

That waiting would pay off in the end. In the center of the arena proper the sand would shift. Moving as if it were alive it would pull away from the center while more sand pushed upwards. And in the middle when all was said and done was a dome of sand that had only a height of three feet. It was not the dome they were going to fight, but the man inside. It had been many years since he served any man or village, yet even he could not turn down a friend of his former home. And as suddenly as it appeared, the dome would fall away, exposing the man that was seated in a lotus position.

His eyes remained closed as his back rested against the flat side of a large cleaver like blade. That blade was legendary in it's own right, named Satsujin for what it was used for. The weapon from end of the hilt to the tip of the large blade was five feet and eleven inches with the blade itself being four feet and six inches long. It was at it's widest point one foot and two inches across. It was the weapon of a former member of the the Four Beasts, a group who had once been prominent within the walls of Kuro Hitokiri. And this man was his nephew, and what a nephew he was.

Slowly he would rise as if he cared not for what he was there for. His eyes remained closed for a moment as his arms stretched from side to side and his body twisted causing gas to release from joints with a few pops. Head from side to side created more of the cracking sound only halting a moment later as he let his eyes slide open to peer towards who had come to the same stadium as he had. It was those eyes that were of wonder themselves, the left eye remaining gray and the right a golden hue, the pupils distorted into what appeared as a swirling image. Those eyes moved lazily from the two other men to the crowd that had since gathered, taking note that his arrival had already been broadcast across the village.

Once more making the two men wait, this man would begin to fix the straps on his odd attire. The metal studded fingerless gloves were then checked before he bent over and checked the bracers on his feet. It was at that point that it would be most notable that he did not wear typical shoes, having his feet directly touching the ground itself. Not only that but his tan skin was covered in a thin layer of dirt and sand. Once everything was to his liking he would once more let his eyes fall upon whoever was there with him. With his lower face covered by a cloth mask they wouldn't be able to properly see the somewhat sadistic smile that had appeared on his face.

His right hand that bared a similar mark as to what was on Satsujin would strike backwards to grab the handle of the weapon. During this exact point he would push forward off the sand and rush towards the two men. With the large weapon easily in toe, there would be no hand signs for what was to come. As he ran there would become two images of him on his left and right. These two images would match his movement and they would begin cross over each other. It was like a shell game in some aspects as it was intended to hide where the original man was. When they were twenty feet away from the two, the left and right would spread apart and make a wide arc. The intent was obvious to act as some form of pincer maneuver.

During such the crowd had realized who the man was and there was an obvious confusion. Yet when that man rushed forward and seemed to duplicate himself the crowd went crazy. They would take to chanting once more, but not for Gurando or Shawn. Instead they would be chanting OniKaze over and over again. They were chanting for Genshin Hajime, the Desert Wolf of the former Black Wolf Village and the Demonic Wind [OniKaze] of the Sand. The only reason he was even there was because Tous Shinjiko was a former Wolf as well, and when the village was no more Hajime pledged himself in a way to the village of the Dark Manslayers. It would appear that that pledge had come to be honored by the six foot tall male.

Activated Ability : Bunshin no Jutsu - Description: A jutsu that creates an illusionary clone of the user, in numbers of 1 or more. The Clone disappears after being struck with an attack, and can deal no damage.

Etched In Stone

Peccaminous Peregrine

[OOC: Attire detailed in profile.]

[stillnohero]

Gurando seemed to reach the stadium first. As such, it was easy for him to decide what to do, assuming that he would be facing Shawn yet again. He got down on his knees, placing his palms flat on his thighs as he took a deep breath, sighing as he exhaled. His head bowed slightly as his eyes shut. He focused, choosing to gather his Musou an mull over the previous fight with Shawn as he did so. Noting his form, his technique, his weaknesses. That last part was difficult considering Shawn was a little tipsy, but still, the man was sloppy to say the least. As he felt multiple life forces gathering within the arena, he remained kneeling, gathering his forces for the battle to come. Fifteen minutes was a long time, so it wouldn't be surprising how much energy he could pool in the meantime as he waited for Shawn. If/when Shawn finally appeared though, that wasn't what caught his attention.

His eyes opened at the sensing of a disturbance in the center of the arena. The sphere of sand appearing brought him to his feet once more, his left hand coming to grip the sheath of his katana, his thumb placing itself beneath the hand guard. Those glowing golden eyes glare at the sphere, it's faltering revealing a rather tall man in it's wake. Judging by the looks of it, it was another Shinobi, one of which he hadn't had the likes of seeing before, and obviously not even hearing of. The man was a powerful opponent just from appearance, though what troubled Ando the most was the fact that the changed chanting of the audience indicated he was famous around here. But if he was so famous and obviously worthy, where was he during the whole year that Kuro was in great need? Why didn't he lift a finger to save this village when it needed him most? Then again, Tous survived, possibly saved by someone. Could this man that felt somewhat familiar in a sense be to blame for the Master's survival? That in itself was a good enough excuse for remaining recluse and not interveening in the tragic event that was Mikaboshi, and Koroshiya's attempted undertaking. After all, just because he didn't know of the guy didn't mean Tous hadn't been placing him with important orders all along.

The only thing that was certain to Ando at this point was that Tous was teaching a lesson to the men. Likely dealing with teaching them that they would have to work as a team. Attempting to patch Shawn's stupidity with false brotherhood. Ando himself on had issues with Shawn's disrespect. He didn't have issues knowing he'd have to work with the man, nor accepting him as being a part of this village. He just apparently couldn't handle being investigate by Ando, which was the trouble it seemed. The man had to earn the respect of the second in command, like wise, he had to earn his trust. Perhaps this exercise would help, but it was doubtful. For now, Ando stood ready, spacing his feet about shoulder width apart, leading with his right side as his right hand came across his midriff, securing a grip on his Katana's handle. His eyes narrowed in anticipation of the approaching threat. One head on, one from the right, and one from the left. The question was, would he take Tous' bait for teamwork just to prove he could operate with the man despite his feelings towards him currently, or would he try to take on both of the men on his own?

Musou: 3 (+30) (2 Charges Per Minute* (Seemed like a fair enough middle grounds on all perspectives.))

Mr Shinjiko

Etched in Stone

[Etched In Stone]

Shawn was in no rush taking time behind, when there was no reason to exchange words.

As of now, they seemed arch rivals one had to be competing, Ando must feel a threat, some where down the line. Back at the Tavern, his thoughts dwelled on the catastrophy, yet nearing the Stadium he remained focused like a wolf to it's prey. The crowd raged and cheered on young Hot Boi Trinity as his bright light brown red headed Scottie Pippen, Blade Vampire slaying a** came to view his hands pocketed in the jet black Joggers. He left two brown thumbs sticking out, folding over the trim of his fancy Justin Beiber sweats, while the eight others kept warm maybe produced an object or projectile small enough to fit, without revealing what he was doing whilst, in meditative thought. He stopped short kicking the right heel from his Nike ACG boot in the soft sand, spewing up a small stream of tiny, dry particles that scattered some more, too fine a specimen surrounded by a sand Stadium to track where they fell. He planted his footing firm spaced apart no more than two feet, slightly forming the stance of an V at least twenty five feet across the opposite side, where the dome of sand would erupt.

When it actually did, fifteen minutes later. His Michael Jackson 90's thriller vintage Burgundy red jacket with the zippers, now had a memorable battle scar from the Wakizashi slash made by Ando where Shawn's kidney was protected by a mesh under garb of Mail. A wierd piece of Mediaeval armor if you asked the author, Shawn Trinity acquired it in the Market despite his American background and Martial Arts history, the light armored Mail did it's job enough. Staring closely at the chocolate skinned Crimson flat topped shinobi-esque Blader, as he glared meta Earthen oculars in concentration, the Eagle eyes flashed once and he did not blink. Complete balance and clarity would be of need for the hands not to clasp together to produce Kuji-In from the Nine Seals of Ninjutsu. For all the time he stood there cooly, perseverance was the ninpo way. Remaining patient for a drunken who wasn't any longer drunk was the easy part. Mind, body and soul needed to be as pure and sharp as a blade in hand. After the sand dome erupted and the clones charged for him, the other for Ando, he stood motionless in a passing wind brushing his form lightly, hands still in their pockets with his arms cocked at the elbows he sighed. Shinjiko obviously had bigger hopes, better dreams for him sending some Ninja from the Narurto world of things who cast forth shadow clones to battle Trinity and Ando.

"You gotta' do better than this, Tous."

[Leonardo -S- Virunas]

Mr Shinjiko

Shortly after Tous's departure Yomi himself would find his own way out of the building, taking the time it took to navigate outside too explore the compound through the expanding conscious psionic awareness painting for him a blue print of the structure within his minds eye for future reference. Once outside the ominous appearing black fleshed samurai would welcome the breeze upon his naturally armored body before an abrupt flash of his infernal crimson oculars pinged his attention to some far away location. Appearing almost lost in some manner of trance or distant vision he'd triangulate the dimensional location of yet another incarnate, this one being the small angelic boy Raphael who had managed to wander into a hornets nest of sorts. Shaking his head, as if to exit the trance Yomi wouldn't immediately seek out Tous whom he assumed was busy attending business else where.

Instead, he'd turn around, an unaccustomed feat for an entity that wasn't prone to redundancy to once more enter the building. Approaching the secretary at a stoic pace he'd wait at the opposite end of the counter while she finished cataloging something behind the desk, pressing no measure of haste until he caught her attention. Greeting him once more with a warm smile he'd make no effort to return the gesture, a sentinel that ought as well been made of stone before addressing her with a message to give to Tous.

"Might I bother you to deliver a message to your superior? Tell him, Raphael is located in a place called Barton Town, and could be in danger soon. Thank you."

Regardless of what reply she gave Yomi would turn to exit the building once more, intent to travel to some remote location of the village in an effort to mediate and concentrate his efforts on finding the last remaining human incarnate. Tempted to visit Barton Town to secure the angelic child he'd perceive that while he was in a very dangerous location that he wasn't in immediate danger.

[Mr Shinjiko]

[OOC: Apologies buds, I'll get a post up in the next 24 hours for you lot. c: ]

[Genshin Hajime]

The underestimating of an opponent based on looks or practices was a common occurrence in most places. It seemed as if it were prevalent within the walls of Kuro Hitokiri as well. Not that it mattered in the grand scheme of things. What truly mattered was one's ability to take the life of another at a moments notice, something that Genshin had no problem showing to his new found friends in the stadium. So as the two readied themselves for whatever was to come from the shinobi, he would oblige without a word to his intent.

There was something to be said about a man who faced his enemies head on, it was something that many never had the stomach to do. With three faces of Genshin approaching there was no moment in which he would give reaction to what was to come. As they neared to about ten feet the two would disappear on the right and left respectively mid-stride. This left the true Genshin pushing forward directly towards his adversaries. Yet he wouldn't continue for more than a few steps at most as he brought the large zanbato around. The weapon was not intended to be used as a cutting instrument at the time, it's flat side being most prevalent as it moved in an arc from his own right to left.

As the large cleaver like weapon was brought around it would unleash yet another technique. A large gale of wind would burst forward towards the pair that were enemies in Genshin's eyes. There was no true harm to the ability, of course that was not something most would know on a first encounter. The weapon would be brought around a total of three hundred and sixty degrees with the gust focusing on the forward one hundred and eighty. As Genshin spun around he would drop the weapon's end into the ground in front of him, halting his movement.

With the wind being forced there would be no lull in the storm. From behind the makeshift shield of Satsujin, Genshin would already be releasing the next ability in his arsenal. A pair of five point shuriken would fly through the air from behind the metallic wall that was being used. The trajectory at first would cause one to assume they were heading for neck level but as the distance closed rapidly they would dive and dig themselves into the ground two feet from where either man was standing. If their eyes were quick enough they would see that they had small pieces of paper attached to them, commonly referred to as exploding notes.

They were not the most powerful of things that could have been used, but the blast they would cause would be enough to disorient either of the two that faced Genshin. In turn the two notes would disrupt the sand near them, casting it into the air and causing their sight to be impaired because of it. There was the possibility of harm caused from the minor explosions should the two remain where they were. Yet as with the wind prior, the true intent was disorientation and concealment, leading itself to the next stage of the combat that was to come. However the two decided to combat such things was up to them, Genshin was still remaining behind the would be shield of Satsujin.

[Used Abilities and Tools]

Chakra: 98/100

Abilities used:
» Kamaitachi no Jutsu
» Slashing Wind Skill
Type: Ninjutsu
Description: A jutsu that creates large gusts of wind from a strike, increased power if the large cleaver like weapon's flat edge is facing towards the opponent as it is swung.

Tools: Shuriken x2 [8/10] ; Exploding Notes x2 [8/10]

Passives:
[Kekkei Genkai]

Within the Hajime Clan are a select few of wandering sand users that themselves have be able to manipulate the sand to help cultivate their homeland causing the lot of them to be excellent farmers due to their inate ability and connection the earth. Within this, they are able to manipulate the molecular structure of the sand/earth particles that allows them a multitude of options should the need arise. Among the uses of being able to control the sand/earth by using certain jutsu, the Hajime Clan were able to locate objects/animals/people by merely being connected to the ground as long as they were connected by skin, hence the reason for most of the clan simply wandering around barefoot. This was most useful during sandstorms, being able to find their way to people or shelter by using their connection to that earthen sand to show them the disturbances.

Etched In Stone

Peccaminous Peregrine

[Mr Shinjiko]

Leonardo -S- Virunas

Since the incident back at the tavern there was the issue of what was going to happen to Gurando and Shawn. Though that was being handled it was figured fitting that Tous watch with those of the village who allowed themselves to such entertainment. With the initial crowd he would become just a face among the masses, allowing himself to simply become just another person among a sea. Some would speak to him directly which would break whatever cover he was going for but most simply wanted to see what was going to happen in the fight.

Relaxing in the shadow of something much larger than himself he would find himself a spot in the stadium that was not quite where one would assume he would go. While watching he would receive word up the chain from Yomi about another in regards to what was spoken of earlier. With that in mind there was the thought about bringing his presence to Barton Town, though the way the times were meant that simply willing it would not suffice as a reason. Logistics aside it was brought into the memory as eyes concentrated on the fight at hand. His response was sent back down the line to who Yomi had spoke to.

”The chairman thanks you for the information and will look into the matter personally.”

Once the black samurai left he would undoubtedly be welcomed by the air. Though it would be short lived as a crowd of people coming from the residential area would be speaking loudly over one another. They were obviously speaking of whatever was happening between the Genshin, Gurando and Shawn in the north east of the village. There was an already growing presence of guards among the streets as well, simply making sure that the persons and property were not harmed as they snaked through the village.

[stillnohero]

The fakes created a moment ago were exposed as such when they disappeared without confrontation. Shortly after, a gust of wind was produced in a show boating display of work with that big sword. Working out of commonsense and instinct, yet not knowing the full power of the gust mind you, Ando would bend a bit more in the knees before kicking the packed sand beneath his feet away from him. He exectued a simple jump back, away from the initial gust as his right hand left his katana handle and used the crook of his elbow to block sand from getting in his glowing, golden eyes. Coming to land approximately five feet back, he had no time to reference where and what either of the other two men were doing as a small series of explosions resonated near him.

"Tch"

He felt the end of the concussive wave blow over him. Though he was thankful it wasn't grand enough to actually effect him, he wouldn't take the time to celebrate about it. With the veil of smoke blocking his visage, he would be sure not to rush in by any means, though he would be wise enough to know that whatever next threat was to come was likely in front of him, beyond the distraction. His right hand shot back down to his katana handle, and he ripped it free from the sheath. The now exposed blade taking a golden hue as he would slash the air from his left to right, creating a golden crescent from it that was roughly six feet across. The end of his slash would be the sending forth of the crescent. Initially, it would launch at a speed of 20mph, but that speed would increase to a peak 50mph by the time it reached 50ft away from Ando as the caster. The energy itself to the touch would be incredibly solid, dense. It's edge was capable of cutting, and the energy as a whole was burning pretty damn hot. It would swatch through the cloud of smoke and sand as it sailed for the general direction of Genshin. If it met it's intended target, he would be unknowingly to Ando, saved from the crescent, depending solely on the endurance of the large blade he used as a shield.

Once the crescent was sent forth, Ando's left hand would pull his wakizashi from it's respective sheath, flipping it in his grasp so that he could host it in an overhand fashion, as opposed to underhand. He would set his stand with his right in the lead, his katana held pretty vertical, the tip of the blade slightly more forward than the rest of it, his wakizashi held back, level with the lower rib cage, leading more head on with the blades tip. His shoulder width spacing of his feet ready with a slight bend in the knees as his toes pressed harshly into the packed sand beneath his feet. He was still for the moment, but he was ready to move with even the slightest moments notice.

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A shinobi would sit calculating weak points mastering them. Using knowledge over the opponent was critical, especially when the enemy shared a similar fighting style. Shon ducked his entire lithe frame under the one hundred twenty degree wind strike. He dropped as low to his feet on his knees in a simple maneuver. Didn't take much effort squatting allowing the gale pass his shoulders flailing the tail on his jacket. In a compact sand stadium following invisible movements made tracking them less a hastle when it could be seen coming.

The Tengu nigguh took to a headlong sprint after raising from his feet zig zagged formation. His lead foot constantly shifted, gracefully crossing over the other almost lightning fast! In .5 seconds he'd cover the distance of five feet. Then those shuriken placed the ground as he just finished clearing the five feet. He sprung like a jack rabbit from the heels on his boots in a slant ten feet down about ninety degrees in angle from where the flying projectiles landed. He hopped over them the first exploding, as the chain reaction set them off like fireworks as he descended back to grounds. The concussive force knocked him slightly to an uncontrolled land at least a few feet further and to the right of his opponent, a total of twenty five feet.

With Ando all the way behind and Shon more so angled up at the tip of their little snake, Genshin was the middle man hiding behind the cover of his massive steel. He about faced cooly, pivoting a total hundred and twenty degrees with a good look of who exactly he was up against directly in his line of sight. Twirling three odd spherical grape sized objects in the left hand made no point to use them at the distance a with that cover shielding. Getting closer finding an opening, a blind spot if he could be distracted or something would work but for now, keeping eyes on the enemy and where ever those dispersing clones went was more important.