*My katana removes his facial garments, revealing I had been taken in of deceit. I was believing that I had been sparring my sensei, and now I am weak. I have jus enough chakra to try another technique, but Im not sure it would defeat him. I will take imprisonment to give myself time to heal.
He's placed my wrists in ropes and blindfolded me. I can hear others closing in on me when-BLAM! The back of my head hurts and I see stars. As my body hits the ground, one word escapes my lips "Kyohaku."
I awake to a bowl of raisu and a glass of mizu thrown at me as if I were a detestable mut. My shame of defeat and trickery have quickly been replaced by hunger and my chakra feels unstable resting in this badly beaten embodiment. I eat the offerings of my captor.
At my feet now, I begin my stretching and then relieve my strain to meditation. In during which, my captor has returned. I only have seconds, the door creeks on it's weak hinges. I see his head peer in the opening when I strike. My fist squeezed tightly, I gather my wits and my knuckles connect with his nose. A one hit KO, my offering for his meal of the mut.
I tie him upside down from the door frame, and I'm out into the compound searching for my gear they removed from me. Rounding the corner, I see a table with a lit candle and my katana. My yaiba; my Arm of The Father back in my possession. I see a map posted as my evacuation has been perfectly implemented. The map in my gi, I pull my shikaku mask over my face and I vanish into the shadows.*
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The moon shines down on the staggered body falling throughout the streets of Osaka. When suddenly orbs of fire and light shriek throughout the huts aligned throughout the area. The silence of night has erupted into a mass of confusion and horror. People screaming and running aflaymed...A blakk cloud rains down on the scene as the sound of swords unsheathing echo over the sounds of death. The grim nature of murder and pain have engulfed the town.
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