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All this banging and a jibber-jabbering! Shisen rolled out of his hammock and slammed against the floor on all 6 of his appendages. His usual attire, his eyes unclothed, glared across the room as the creaking of the floorboards whispered empty treats to the size and weight that traverse over them.

Like a giant scorpion his tail whip about in frustration, the puppet master had awoken from his slumber. As he left his room, in his possession, his Akatsuki style hat would be placed on his head. The snow this time of year was thick, much too thick for the altitude and barometric pressure of the village. At least, that’s what he noticed. No doubt the Shinobi who had been here for decades would be alerted by the temperature change, the winds and other significant altercations to their annual environment.

“Kura-Okami, what lies in your paw print?”

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A play on words, Kura-Okami being the god of Rain and Snow in Shinto religious beliefs, but not always referred to as Kami-Kaze, the deity of cold weather is better suited. However, “Kura-Okami” sounds similar to “Kuro Ookami” – And we all know who that is. The More You Know ~ *


Shisen would scurry up to his natural habitat. The roof tops of the village, as he slinked and shifted about with the agility of a jaguar in the tree tops. Once he reached his destination; the roof tops before the Inn. He’d sit and gander at the 2 Shinobi talking to the Kage. Not so much eavesdropping, but with curiosity of course!
♠♠♠ It wasn't too far from the base of the mountain that there seemed to move a rather fast approaching figure, not very visible from a far distance for the way the being moved up the mountain caused it to distort a slight bit as it did such. Had one been in the proper range or had the sufficient ocular clarity they would find that this figure was actually the being of two figures, one a'top of the other. Making their way up the mountain was a young boy, his mid-length hair, blowing in the wind behind him as they moved, like a silky indigo curtain in an open window as they did such; his face, buried in his scarf that he wore around his neck, covering his chin up to the bridge of his nose. This very scarf concealed a breathing apparatus that kept his air intake in check as they moved up the mountain, even he knew that moving at this rate in such thin air would not allow him much air to breath. The being he rode upon, a snow white tiger, as white as the snow that his paws seemed to silently trample upon, this tiger was known as Byakko of the celestial beasts, his bright golden eyes focused on the objective at hand as he zig-zagged up the mountain making sure to maintain stability in his footing as he advanced. The entirety of the way that he did such, the feminine figured male upon his back, Joukai Narukagami Uchiha held the scarf to his face, i actuality keeping the mask of the breathing apparatus upon his mouth at all times, his mind deep in contemplation of what has all occurred along his travels, what would occur and how he would handle it once he had gotten there. The harsh cold was not so much of a problem as it was the air at this moment, of course that was a problem that he handled considerably well; in actuality the cold was a thing that comforted him, he was used to such things and hated warmer climate anyway. Not to mention the fact that such cold weather complimented his blade, Yukienesa; he had no problem with such things at all and it would seem that so far he had found a liking to this mountain. The man's deep navy hakama blew in the wind as himself and Byakko continued to advance ever further up the mountain starting to close in upon what would seem like the point of their destination for up ahead it would seem as if the mountain's vast terrain began to end in a tip, and slope inwards as if blown open upon the top. If one would have been around to notice they would see that Joukai's head dipped into his hakama a bit, upon such minuscule a movement a light, hardly audible giggle would escape his mask in a slightly distorted mannerism due to the device. Finally reaching the point where this vast plain ended Byakko would stumble into what seemed to be a great crater in the tip of the mountain, lush green forest greeting them upon their arrival there. From this moment Joukai would look around a moment realizing that there was actually forest here, and hence a sufficient amount of air to breath; with such being obvious at this point he would hop off Byakko's back, tossing the breathing mask aside...the second cylinder of air was near depleted anyhow. Soon, the light sound of footsteps would reach the shrubbery below the male's feet, treading lightly as if he didn't wish to upset the very ground beneath him. He would take his strides carefully, watching every bit of the area around him; his eyes, cold and sharp taking in every minuscule and minor detail that would have occur. It was only in this short moment that his ears were met with a slight sound of howling in the distance, quite the monstrous and feral sounding howl, not like that of an ordinary pack of wolves. It was only a few steps into the forest that soon he would have been met by what his suspicions had believed to lurk there, a visual clarification for his paranoia. Byakko and Joukai bot ceased their advancement towards the village only to be stopped by a small pack of what seemed to be wolves, but the five figures that had so swiftly appeared before them seemed to much more abnormal than the usual wolf, they were gigantic, even bigger than the average human being. It was in that moment that whilst the wolves stalked around Joukai and Byakko something would have happened that would not have been quite the accommodating sign for anyone in the area; it began, if it all possible to get even colder as Joukai placed his hand upon Yukienesa and began to assume the Laido stance. His blade seemed to tremble and shake as he did such, as if it could not be contained as it readied itself for battle but just in that moment he would have been stopped by Byakko cutting him off ♠♠♠
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Byakko: "Don't bother...you've got a lot on your mind, just let me handle it Shi-chan."

Joukai: "I told you not to call me that...whatever...make this quick Byakko, I may need your mask..."
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♠♠♠ In the moment that the two would have finished their brief little conversation towards each other Joukai would begin to walk off towards the general direction that he would have figured the village to be in, using his sense of smell and acute hearing to keep himself in the right direction. It was only when he would have continued his advancement that one of the wolves would have taken more notice to him than the massive white tiger that stood before them and this particular wolf would have flickered away, in all actuality making its way towards the male at an abnormally high speed. This attempt however would have been thwarted rather quickly by Byakko's speed, proving to be superior to the wolf. All that would have been seen would be a rapid blurring of white and assorted blacks and browns flashing about the area as well as the sound of slashing, roars, and growls going about the area. It was not much later after that instance that there would be a presence near the edge of the dense forest that was before the village gates, the sight of crimson red eyes bearing the signature three abysmal tomoe that reside within as he looked upon the village gates; having used this to keep himself on track so that he may decipher the chakra of other shinobi from that of the other wolves that had been in the forest, he rather not continuously get into confrontation if he could avoid it. The red soon faded from his eyes and once again they were back to their icy crystal blue, thanks in part to Yukienesa upon his side as he chuckled and smirked. The man had finally found his destination but before he would approach the village gates he would hold his hand out behind him and sure enough as he did such a mask depicting a white tiger would have floated unto his hand, nestling itself there as he set it upon his side. Finally the male would simply shake his head in cntemplation of what exactly Byakko had done with the wolves, as he then began to walk towards the gates, certain that the village had some kind of security or surveillance at the main gate, hence he would simply stand there at the gate and wait, showing that he had no intentions of intruding or displaying any sign of rude demeanor or hostility. ♠♠♠

[Wan Hakujou]

Despite the cold settling deep into his bones, Haku couldn’t help but focus in on those words, lids drooping slightly as those dark void-like eyes attempted to pierce those fathoms that this man held behind his own. Of all the people he’d met in his life, he couldn’t say he’d ever seen a gaze like that. Never had any held such depths of the unknown. As if this Kage held answers to even those deep dark questions that we lock away as unknowable subjective secrets in the back of our minds. His bodies need for warmth nearly dissipated in the feelings stirred when he wondered to himself on what he might even be able to accomplish that would prove anything. Worse was that being at such a low level he had no idea how one normally proved themselves. Much less in this village.

”What would you have me do?”

Or would you have me decide…

The thoughts bounced off the haul of his mental pool, those black oculars shifting down to the snow to catch sight off the large door imprint in the snow. Even now he was contemplating on if he could possibly kill one of those massive wolves in the forest. Or maybe he’d be pitted against one of the village’s own nin? Or perhaps another nin wishing for the same position. While Haku certainly didn’t have anything special to boast his own, that mind wasn’t as dull as he allowed others to perceive. Laziness was his only enemy in decimating barriers that held him back. Even now he’d block out the cold and gaze as casually as he could while waiting for an answer. The cold ripping past his flesh and deep into his marrow.
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_______Yuka Kairaishi

The Bloody Princess



            Yuka Kairaish stood on top of the wall surrounding Kuro Ookami, watching Joukai approach the village gate from her perch. The bounty hunter known as 'The Bloody Princess' folded her arms over her buxom chest as she watched him, an interested expression on her face.

            'Would you look at that. Someone actually made it up here on their own.' The red haired kunoichi thought to herself. Yuka looked around for Oougi, the village's herculean, borderline inhuman gatekeeper, who usually sat perched on top of the gates and dropped down in front of travelers when they arrived. Yuka figured the mountain of a man terrified the travelers just for kicks, but who was she to judge? Her grandfather was a 175 year old mass-murderer who was known by aliases like 'Walking Genocide' and 'Madman of the Mist' in the shinobi world. She knew for a fact that he had single-handedly committed several bloody massacres just to sate his boredom.

            Anyway, back to Joukai.

            "Well, since Oougi's probably not going to show, I might as well go down and see what this man wants." Yuka muttered to herself as she jumped from the top of the wall and landed a few meters behind the new traveler.

            "Impressive," The Bloody Princess said casually as she turned around and faced Joukai, folding her unusual arms underneath her large bust and tucking them underneath her red cloak, nonchalantly showing the Uchiha some of her cleavage thanks to her top, . "You're the first person to arrive since I got here that arrived without help." Yuka had heard about what happened to poor Haku a few days ago, and had started to wonder if the reason that Kuro Ookami was so safe was because only the most badass of the badass could get the front gate alive.

            Although, if the man standing before her managed to navigate the wolf-infested forest, the freezing temperatures, and all the other dangers was an enemy, then he was probably a real badass in his own right.

            "So tell me stranger," Yuka said calmly as three silvery-white monofilament razorsharp marionette wires snaked out from the fingertips on her left hand and quickly wrapped around pieces of the arsenal hidden underneath her cloak as she asked Joukai rather bluntly, "What do you want?"


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OOC: FINALLY POSTED!! Ha!
♠♠♠ The moment the man had come to an idle stance at the gate he would have been looking around for the most part. Taking in what sights he had view of from the vision of the first gate, rather impressed with the way the village looked and was designed. During this small overlook he was taking, the shadowless male's eyes would have glanced about in a slightly less detailed manner; this for the fact that he was no longer in-taking detail but simply making himself seem unaware that he was being observed at this moment. In the confines of his mind the male started to wonder to himself "Now I wonder when they will show the-" only to have his thought interrupted by the observing figure taking her ascent into the air. He kept his foolish demeanor about him, never really making it seem as if he was paying much attention for his head nor eyes were adjusted upwards to follow the motions but only glanced downwards; keeping track of the shadow of the figure so that he could calculate a manner to keep track of them in his mind. He knew not if this Kunoichi was hostile or not but he would keep his wits about him nonetheless. After the Kunoichi had landed and addressed him he would turn around, his hand rubbing the back of his head as he giggled a bit and squinted, acting as if he had utterly no idea what it was she spoke of; all the while whence her hands moved and her cleavage was revealed he would have kept his eyes somewhat upon that, yet a bit above; reading the way her chest muscles flexed and fluctuated indicating that her arms were at work under the cloak. He kept it duly noted that the kunoichi was ready to defend herself had he come her for alternative reasons, however this was not the case. After taking in a few of her more..."displayed" features as well as maintaining his act as a bumbling idiot he would speak in a kiddish and innocent tone. ♠♠♠
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"By.....myself? Oh no no no you misunderstand. I came here with a group of traveling shinobi. Just so happened after we finally got up the mountain and started to navigate the forest; a pack of monstrous wolves slaughtered my group. I'm lucky I was able to get away while all the chaos ensue. As for my purpose here...well I'am a traveling blacksmith, i was hoping to find a place to call home, a place for work as well."
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♠♠♠ Only half the truth told in those few short words. Joukai indeed had been looking for a place to work, a place to call home; but why go through the trouble of climbing this mountain when he could have gone to any other village that was only half as dangerous to get to. In truth the man was running from something, hiding. There were some things behind the origin of this man that was simply, best left in the dark. After telling this story the male simply stood there before the woman; an inviting smile upon his face and his hand rested upon the hilt of Yukienesa, as it always was even in normal demeanor. ♠♠♠
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Kyosukes body would become rigid, as he anchored his footing and deliberate a proper conscious analyzation at the question young Haku retort. In no way would he be foolish enough to allow someone he had no prior knowledge about; have free run over choosing his own way into inauguration. Kyosukes cerulean optics gave an acclivous glance towards the mountain tops over Haku's head as his mind wonder with seldom which met contrivances, both animus to his and the boys intentions. As Kyosukes pooling orbs of sight fixated on the snowy tops peeking through the haze, he inhaled on his cigarette with a dilation of the pupils. The long drag caused the ablazed tip to illuminate softly as the dull crackling of inferior tobacco mixed with unknown substances, squeaked and popped.

Kyosuke would reminisce; concerning his own father’s contretemps when he too tried prove his inaugural preliminary capability to the Shinobi Clan. The immense pummelling he took was vicious and inhumane whilst he was merely trying to defend himself. Though, as his eyes shifted towards the direction of Shisen atop the roofings edge, the realisation that this testament was the epitome of presenting ones character just as much as it was skill. A senseless fight took nothing to win or lose, and would be an inconsequential, frivolous account to be remembered as loss or triumph. This inauguration into the Shinobi sect would define how the populace of the village would treat this boy for the rest of his natural born life. And through conveyance, everyone was off doing their own thing. Kyosuke could more than assure that all eyes would witness this bout in some way, shape or form.

Kyosuke would solely repose his position from the wall, poised before the inn herself, once supporting his weight. And traverse back into the confinements of the room, into the crepuscule of the low-lit inn. The audible rummaging of Kyosukes actions echoed throughout the lacklustre of serenity until he emerged once more, returning with four beer bottles. Three tucked into his belt - all his weapons being removed - and one grasped in his digits. He'd pluck the cigarette from his mouth and pop the top off the beer bottle in his clutchs, using the door frame as a leaver as he walked past, nonchalantly. He'd then return the smoke to his lip and begin to languidly stroll down the path off to the right on the inn, heading away from the town.

As his expedition led him to disappear around the side of the building, he'd call out to Haku.

"We'll fight. If you beat me, you can be a Shinobi..."

Kyosuke, in discontinuance would linger at the back of the inn and dispose atop the hill over-looking the frigid arctic backcountry of the village. The thick ice steeped coursing rivers pathing through the snow in the empty area as though suspended in time, called to them. These were the training grounds, a vast area built to harbour vicious battles between the Shinobi of the village. Kyosukes optics would narrow, staring over the snow as his deep baritone-like voice annunciate in solitude.

"And if I beat you. This will more than likely become your grave."

He repine to himself, before taking a sip of his beer in introspection.
(( I shall lurk... ))
Rei
(( I shall lurk... ))

((A ninja watching ninjas... Damn double ninja! - we also have an ooc thread.))
User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. Shisen would creep closer to the duo, edging towards the roofs guttering as his beady little eyes focused intently on the conversation at hand. Only now did he realise the Kages eyes were focused on him. This sentimentality was more than enough to deture him from venturing closer to the conversation. Though he could only fathom at what Kyosuke was thinking when the boy of unknown origin asked such a question, in the way he did. It seemed as though he was almost expectant of Kyo, almost like the word "no" didn't apply to him. Shisen would give a vague chortle of exhaustion to the assumption made, though with his inhumanly deep voice it came out more like a gurgle of sorts. Shisens eyes followed Kyosuke as he ventured off. Only to hear what the Kage had said. His eyes would widen momentarily with shock, and then trace themselves back onto the one they call Haku, narrowing as they did so. His eyes darted from one physical feature to the next. They say never to judge a book by its cover, but Shisen seemed to have a knack for doing this, the pages are filled with the same old text, usually. Shisen, like a blur; would dart across the roof tops heading back towards the front gates. The village was alive today that much was certain. The trip wires he had installed previously seemed to have been acitvated by an unbeknownst personage. And so, his curious nature had him off to investigate the disturbance.

The giant bug looking marionette would sojourn from a hasty entrance, something he was renown for doing. That and perving from the roof tops, down to the ninja below. He'd pause once he realised there was a visitor off in the distance. Though he was too far away to recognise the insects from his perch, he'd remainout of sight regardless. Shisen would conceal his chakra and mediate his bodys dynamism on his power cells alone, refraining from having an aura both internal and external - or at least, as much as possible. An electrical current would oscillate through the air about Shisen as he charged his most prized ability. Purple currents of chakra began vexing throughout the atmosphere, small at first. But as the electrical arcs extended, growing in density; the chakra residue left behind lowered the atmospheric pressure to .01 of an atmosphere. Such high-frequency alternating currents were now being generated by Shisen’s chakra source, which would begin to weave Plasma filaments - or strings, extending out from his body outwards. Mostly grounding to the roof below, but some would arc upwards catching on the light snow fall that descended about him as well as moisture in the air. This gave the appearance of multiple, constant beams of coloured light called an electric glow discharge, spinning and flickering out from him, like a constant flash of electricity though soundless in contruction.

The roofing would sizzle and the air gentle crackled and whizzed as the high-frequency electric field began expanding rapidily as the ironization process took place, as the electric charge rose in volts and heat, the electro-magnetic field drew in electrons from the abounding atmosphere. Electric currents would begin to be produced within any conductive object near Shinsen's body, while preforming his Kekki Genkai. His own body which was being used like a capacitor held the whipping steams that ionized the atmosphere from his very hands. Shisen’s body was operating differently compared to say a conventional power-grid transformer with an iron core. His core was organic matter producing chakra at it's core. However, unlike a conventional transformer, which may couple around 97% of the magnetic fields between its windings, Shisen’s bodies differed in that his windings "loosely" coupled, with the primary and secondary typically sharing only 20% of their respective magnetic fields and instead of the large coil transfering energy via from one oscillating resonant circuit to the other over a number of RF cycles.

As the primary energy transfered to the secondary, the secondary's output voltage increased drastically until all of the available primary energy had been transferred to the secondary creating less losses in energy transference. Even though Shinsen created significant sparking arc during his first phaze, he in the last few days, had redesigned the transferring system so that over 90% of the energy initially stored in the primary capacitor, which was the cores casing in his chest; to the secondary circuit which existed in his forearns. Thus, the voltage gained from Shinsen can be significantly greater than a conventional lightening elemental user, some might say tenfold what Sasuke could produce, since it is instead proportional to the square root of the ratio of secondary and primary inductances were magnetic based fields, not straight generated output.

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To create the Plasma (Genton) Kekkei Genkai, Shisen must first create a process called ionization. Ionization is necessary to create "plasma density", and by itself usually refers to the "electron density", which is the number of free electrons per unit volume or measurement throughout the plasma. The degree of ionization of a plasma is the proportion of atoms which have lost or gained electrons, and is controlled mostly by the temperature of plasma. Even a partially ionized gas in which as little as 1% of the particles are ionized can have the characteristics of a plasma (Which is also a response to magnetic fields and high electrical conductivity to create them as mentioned). Any material that is able to loosely shed its electrons, whether its a solid, gas or even liquid can aggrandize the Plasma creation. As Sasuke harnessed lightening to create his God of Lightening jutsu, Shisen advocated the generator within his body much the same to ampilify a seemingly costly Kekki Genkai such as this to allow his body to generate a more 'cost efficient' chakra magnum opus. Less strain placed into manipulation and more into actual creation. Pretty neat stuff.

Shisen would now farrow around with his large ornate cloak and retrieve a single scroll in his mechanical grip. His secondary set of arms also making an appearance, whilst taking hold of the red scroll and pulling it open before him. Shisen would place both hands to the scrolls surface, as the paper inside containing a maze of kunji, now began to teem with the plasma filaments coursing over their surface. This caused a massive cloud of smoke to eject from the scroll and spill out over the rooftops. In the scrolls place stood a lifeless puppet, it's eyes glazed over and featureless body left like a blank canvas. As the elongate plasma filament connect to the puppets joints Shisens secondary hands began to merge together to form more handseals.

"Kage-bunshin"

Shisen's inhumanly deep voice grumbled. Similar to the Clone Technique, this technique creates clones of the user. However, these clones are actual copies, not illusions. The user's chakra is evenly distributed among every clone, giving each clone an equal fraction of the user's overall power. The clones are capable of performing techniques on their own and can even bleed, but will usually disperse after one or two solid blows. They can also disperse on their own. The clones will be created in roughly the same condition as the original. Shadow clones can't be distinguished from the actual person even by the Byakugan because the clones have the exact same amount of chakra and aren't made from any other substance. The clone would form over the top of the lifeless puppet, now being an exact copy of Shisen, however. Shisen not having a body always made this quite the conundrum, hence the clone being made with the additional puppets body.

This body lacked the massive arsenal of Shisens true form, though it wasn't without it's own defences and too the use of Shisens vast array off jutsu. The clone did however appear different. It was taller, had only two arms and was about 70% encumbent in its body size, having a typical human shape to it. Whereas Shisen looked like a large ball of mass underneath a cloak. Both would turn and head in either direction. The true Shisen heading towards Kyosukes direction, and the Clone puppet heading towards the gates.

[The clone]

Once reaching the gates, Shisen would be very tentative to the last part of Joukai announcement, only catching the part about his companions meeting death. He'd walk casually towards Yuka and he, pondering his own questions. He seemed like a dope, however he escaped, he made it here. And by doing so seem relatively unharmed. Not the actions of a moron? Alarm bells were ringing in his head as he came to a complete stop besides Yuka.


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He thought to himself as he listened further and waited for Yukas actions.
Kyosuke Kazama


[Wan Hakujou]

Now that; Haku did not expect.

It was almost a testament to his naivety. That cold tired face couldn’t hold an expression while being blind sided with such a challenge. Inwardly he couldn’t help but think; Should have just gone inside. Half of the youth felt this was more a test then an actual duel. Half of him wondered how brutal the Kage of this village really was. He could only imagine that a man in the position of highest power would be more than he could handle? This didn’t change the situation though; nor did it do more than send a shudder through his resolve. With a quick push of mental will through his body he un-stiffened his legs and followed the cloaked figure to the training grounds that he’d just returned from. There was nothing he could say, nothing worth saying. Even as he trotted through the snow he wondered if what he was looking at right now was in fact the last thing his eyes would ever enjoy. Were these the last scents he’d know? The last feelings he’d retain?

Better make it count.

Since Haku surmised that he wasn’t about to full on defeat a Kage; he figured the best he could do was hope to impress this man. Even as they came closer and closer to that point of no return, this dark haired dark eyed young shinobi wouldn’t falter. Rather his heart remained true to what he desired, his will stood in line behind his heart. His resolve carried up the rear with gusto and a stern expression. Even if he was to fall and die here in the snow, it would be worth it. It was already worth it. Once they were on that wind scorched open field, Haku would take a minute of preparation in strapping on his ‘utility belt’ and sliding his Ninjato into place on the small of his back with the handle hanging out to his right. With this done, he’d find a starting position that squared off from Kyosuke with a gap of around ten feet between them. From here Haku would give the slightest bow, keeping his eyes on the Kage even as he displayed this sign of respect. When he straightened, he’d lower his center of gravity, sliding his legs out into a high set loose horse stance. Shoulders hunching slightly as he waited for his opponent to take up a stance as well.
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_______Yuka Kairaishi

The Bloody Princess



            Yuka stared at Joukai and listened to what he said. "A blacksmith huh? I don't think we've got one of those around here..." She said casually, before she glanced over in Shisen's clone. For second she was about to attack him, but then remembered who he was. 'Right, there's another puppeteer in the village besides my grandfather,' She thought, and then turned her attention back to Joukai. 'But something about his story seems off.'

            "Question," Yuka said abruptly as she took a step toward the 'blacksmith', sliding her right hand into one of kunai pouches at her waist, "From what I know, the wolves around here don't let food get away just because it broke off from the rest of the group. So tell us, how did you get past them?" It was a honest question, and probably would be the deciding factor over whether or not she decided to beat Joukai within an inch of his life before interrogating him so more.


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OOC: Oougi's really slacking off today... making Shisen and Yuka do his job...
♠♠♠During the moments that the kunoichi would have taken her glance off Joukai for that brief moment he could tell; his eyes locked towards her own, he noticed the brief second that her eyes were off him. It was almost as if witnessing the predetorial sense that an animal could size up their prey and find that brief moment that it has an opening to take the death bringing strike........but this was not Joukai's way; even if he knew that with the utilization of his custom time/space manipulation and Yukienesa he could have turned this woman into a cold lifeless Popsicle hanging from one of the near by trees outside the gates in a mere few seconds, he had not come here seeking blood. Although he did consider the fact that it would have saved him a grand sum of time. No matter; upon the moment that the woman set her eyes back upon Joukai he was indeed still there....still smiling...still stationary and as unwavering as a lifeless statue. Listening to the woman and again, watching the exposed portion of her body to judge the way her muscles moved noting that she was readying something under there he only giggled at the question and adjusted his posture for a moment. Before answering the question he started humming to himself in a soft tone, yet somewhat unsettling...almost as if he was in some sick zone of perversion and spite in his mind....like he had plunged himself into the deepest, darkest cesspools of cataclysmic despair inside his heart and mind...and worst yet like he was enjoying it. He couldnt help but sing the words to himself in his mind. ♫Snakes in the grass...snakes in the grass...everyone has those few snake sin the grass....but these snakes in the grass are a pain in my a**...off with the heads of my snakes in the grass...♫. It was almost as if you could see the grim, melancholy demeanor of the tune manifesting upon his face the more his smile grew.♠♠♠
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"Well...i suppose the truth is simply based upon what you feel more comfortable believing...you could go with the dark story...i traveled here with me fellow companions, heard word of the vicious beasts within the forest...poisoned the fools and allowed the walking poison packs to be eaten by the wolves and escaped...or you could go with the earth-shattering, cataclysmic revelation...that I....a single person...traveled up that mountain alone...and slaughtered every living breathing organism that got in my way...never breaking a single sweat and still with enough energy and composure to stand before you at this very moment. That small chance...I might be something...far beyond what you may perceive....or you can go with the common assumption...that I.......

.....Am simply one hell of a black-smith...and I want to be this village's hell of a black-smith......

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♠♠♠ In that moment he could only help but think back to it...that brief otherwise completely and utterly irrelevant moment that the woman had taken her eyes off him. He giggled for a moment and smirked as he looked back upon her, eyes squinted and smile upon his face as there was a great collection of frost upon the ground approximately three meters behind the woman. Is that even possible...could he really have zipped around behind the woman and given a swift flaunt of Yukienesa as a warning, a reassurance that he was only here for a place of dwelling; that if he indeed wished to create chaos...he'd have done so. Or maybe it was by some alternative means that he did it, maybe there was something about the male that would explain how such happened. It was in this moment that the shadowless male would have simply taken his hand from his usual spot of comfort upon Yukienesa's hilt and raised his hands with a hardly audible giggle escaping his delicate lips. ♠♠♠
He would simply watch events unfold...

The utmost notable dignitary was a vast and mystic pendulum swinging upon the winds of this world and be it the next. The lands had a balance, and every so often. The balance would shift and lapidate the entire village from its alignment. Like the vivid meta-physical imagery of chakra gates circulating their fluid and proportional life force over the human body. Through it, within it, and too - did the tides of cosmic chi radiate the same functionality over this land. Birthing forth a sense of ease, but when a gap unsheathed a proposal an plunged itself into the belly of the beast, did this smoberlant figure emerge in plumage. But the eyes that seen unremittingly watched on. A result of energetic imbalance between chakras is an almost continuous feeling of dissatisfaction. When the heart chakra is agitated, people lose touch with feelings and sensations, and that breeds the sense of dissatisfaction. That leads to looking outside for fulfillment, and that is a weakened state.

When people live in their heads, feelings are secondary; they are interpretations of mental images that are fed back to the individual. When awareness is focused on memories of past experiences and mental verbalisations, the energy flow to the head chakra increases and the energy flow to the heart chakra lessens. Without nurturing feelings of the heart, a subtle form of anxiety arises which results in the self-reaching out for experience. When the heart fills, the mind empties and vice versa. Love and Hate. Something of which these eyes had witnessed for aeons and again they seen the undeniable truths to the world.

His lengthy black attire and his coordinated position gave him full and utter aegis from the weather. There were neither highs nor lows. Just mediate tranquillity, and in which, this would be projected from his very being, his quintessence. Aeon's large vacuous eyes peered down from his roost a loft the roof. Unlike those whom lashed out, angry at a world they were powerless to change. Aeon was the silent type, not one for communication and conversing amongst others.
Devil in the Rain
Devil in the Rain
Pouring down like raining needles falling from the sky; except they didn't actually "fall" from the sky, they were thrown, a set of five kunai would hail with sharpened tips from their location toward it's target (instantaneous to the clicking). What ever the kill may be, hungry Mitsuji, missing shinobi of the Rain was content with a small hunt rabbit, fox, etc.

All five of the projectiles raced with precision as a final cry was released from the area. To confirm the kill, Mitsuji hopped down into the brush to find his dinner. For now.

Lying in it's wake toppled over, to Mitsuji's surprise it was a grey hare. 3 out of the 5 kunai had killed the little ********. He prized his death by lifting it's hind legs in the air, it's fur stained with fresh blood and yanked a blade stuck in it's skull right from the head. Blood went everywhere, rolling down his arm bathing his hand in burgandy colored spatter. With his bladed arm, he cut off the tail and stuck it in a pocket for later. Then, he carried himself out the brush with the rabbit hanging from his grip in a trail of blood as he sharpened the tip of his kunai against a small boulder close by.

"You'll suite me well for a meal."

No later than fifteen minutes after capturing the small hare, food preparations were being made.

Logs were stacked and kindled when Mitsuji used a Katon technique to set them aflame. The smell of burning wood quickly filled the air and the slight raise of temperature slowly became evident. It felt good to Mitsuji; unlike his father, he preferred warmer weathers.

A squat by the fire was much better than standing up allowing the cold to ensnare him. He rubbed together his bare hands, circulation was starting to flow as friction enabled. Already, he could feel the warmth and how beneficial the fire had been .... It did him well. And as for the rabbit, that sucker was skinned (I believe I hadn't the chance yet to do so), and thrown into the flames as was. No seasoning, no nothing.

While that cooked, though the possibility of it not being burnt was unlikely, young Ganjou pulled a map that contained all, if not, almost every establishment within the village of the wolves from his flak jacket to become a tad more familiar with this place. Mind, it was just his first visit.

"Here is where the Inn is located.", he muttered low to himself a finger pressed to the map. Suddenly, he wondered if he'd find Argonon Kazama there. Then, he thought what if he missed him in the nick of time? Mitsuji rolled the paper scroll into his cloak and his attention went back to cooking. A handful of snow was tossed into the fire exstinguishing the flames. Then, Mitsuji lifted himself from the ground and removed the hare placing it to his lap. He squatted, slipped a hidden kunai from his sleeve and chopped the leg off. And began to eat.
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Locus concourse in tiding turbid motifs that swarm the aphotic sky like a viscous mist harbouring casualty in chaoses tempered end. Eclipsing the nightfall, heavens vault dissimulated and concise to where the natural living dye of the world blur, composing an orchestra of convulsing anarchy. The clouds above them rotten, as a billion tiny wings seethe the malevolent tides up above into a sea of animosity. The clouds sickly; burst their silver linings and blood rains down from wrists of the angels mourn. Thick gelatinous drops that wash away the swarming bugs, left standing in the putrid wake, a figure poised in the endless solace as the blood like rain or perhaps rain like blood, thunder down around him like an infinitum of mortar shells bellying the supple soil of foot. Petrified with shear horror he stood, staring face to face with a bulbous crimson moon. Incandescent swirls of retreating locus carving a Sharingan over the top of the moons crimson frightful face. It was that Sharingan. HIS Sharingan. Daisuke.



With a salvo of illume lightening, chase the deafening drum of thunder reverberating across the valley outside as Kyosukes lurid crepuscular bedroom illuminated for mere moments before fleeting back into the accustomed moonlit twilight. He’d ensue, emerging from sweat soaked sheets as he arose from slumber in a panic. His heaving muscular chest rise and fall to a steady tempo as his heart pound erratically within. Locking his elbows with his throbbing vascular arms subsequent to his torso, the sheets would meet his waist, enshrouding his importants.

“Every night, the same dream... When I was a child, frightful apparitions filled my senses of things my imagination let roam wonder.

But as I grew older, these fantasies replaced with the horrors of reality, the reality of demons so cunning and cruel that they waged invisible wars and torment the earth to her destruction.

Skinned, soulless, selfish beings labelled ‘men’.

Beguiling were those demons in dreaming.

Was being afraid of the dark then; worse or better than being afraid of the light now?
Sometimes I, myself; the supposed genius… Am queried by this.

Do the fictitious nightmares of my subconscious terrify me to a greater extent than the reality of humanities existence?

When I close my eyes, one exists.
When I open them, then too does the other.

But which is which?"


Kyosuke would avulse back the bed linen, laden with sweat, as he drudged himself up and out of his bed. Uprooting his attire up from the antiquated ostentatious floorboards, he would traverse to the door and in doing so, dressing himself by virtue. His unembellished clothing nothing ambrosial to the adornments of most Kage, but his legacy was not one of vanity being left behind; his was one of compassion and will. As he traversed languidly from that annotinous ancient inn, within his grasp and axe embraced tight between the digits. Long and sleek in design, with an edge so razor sharp it pierce the night. The benighted twilight of this rainy night illuminated in insignificant, vapid bursts of a cigarettes eye ghosting through the main street towards the gates. Now, you may be thinking ‘what kind of a man goes searching for lumber on a rainy midnight?’ but answers would elucidate, ‘A troubled one’.

Out yonder gate he would swim, that ineradicable incandescent cigarette tip swaying and weaving that forest floor, over puddles and darkness akin. The rain bombard like a curtain of gunfire as lightening erupt off in the backcountry in fulminating resonance, followed by the burley crack and hum of thunder. Kyosuke travelled deeper into the heart of the forest, careless to direction and purpose as he abandoned the usual routes the Shinobi of this land took to. He soon poise in solitude to an opening through the trees, turning his head sky bound as the cigarette sizzle and hiss with its last of lives, being extinguished by the heavy downpour from heavens cusp. Encompassing him, peering out from the forest with their horrific and scrutinising gaze, were a thousand, violet, gleaming, beady eyes. Staring at him from the equinox of the forests edge, in the Tenebrosity of this sable-vested night did these eyes watch him in wait, Shrouded in the crepuscule of the unknown. Kyosukes attention still fixed upwards, as though in a trance watching the rain fall directly towards him.

Time would pass, seconds, minutes. It was Kyosukes desolation of the soul, as he began his travels once more, walking forth. A strike of lightening detonated once more, betiding illumination over the forest for a brief instant. Five hundred or more gigantic wolves stood on the outskirts of the opening, watching him from their concealment. The ghastly images to slowly vanish, sinking back into the eternal blackness from whence they came, as the wrath of the lightening soon faded too.

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