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"Hmm..." The girl murmured, perplexed by the enigma that stood in front of her. She had tried everything, but nothing worked! It was a barrier of some kind; it was stopping her from entering the building. But she couldn't see anything. It was invisible! That was bad, but it got even worse. Other people seemed to know how to operate it, as the barrier seemed to hiss at them but then let them through anyway. But try as she might, the barrier wouldn't hiss at her, and all she did was bump into it, time and again. She tried watching the other people, to see what they did to get past the barrier. But as far as she could tell, they weren't doing anything in particular. Some of them didn't even seem to notice the barrier, instead they were looking in other directions. They acted with such an absolute air of certainty that the barrier would move for them, and it always did!

"Not fair..." She raised a hand and pushed against the barrier. It felt cool to the touch, and completely solid. But it wasn't cold like ice, so it wouldn't melt if she breathed on it or licked it. She pushed a bit harder, but still, nothing. She hung her head in abject defeat, before she turned to trudge away. She had failed, now what was she going to do?

As the despondent girl walked away with heavy tread, another figure peeled away from where they had been watching her. They turned to look at the barrier that had given her so much trouble. It was no impenetrable barrier, it was a sliding glass door for the convenience store. It had a pressure pad inf ront of it, when somebody stepped on it, the door would automatically open for them. But the girl possessed a unique trait that made her unsuitable for such a method. Or rather, two. The girl was none other than Mei Gyuunyuuya, and the first thing that anyone noticed about her was her impressive bust. If someone could work past staring at those twin peaks, they might notice some of her other unusual traits. Her ears were long and floppy, hanging down almost to her shoulders. She also boasted a pair of small horns that just barely poked out from the tangled mess that was her hair. Those traits helped explain away her bust, in that she was technically half bovine. To be more specific, she was technically a chimera, an alchemical fusion of a girl and a cow.

How the figure that was following her knew that was unknown, but they seemed to not be too surprised by her difficulty in managing such a simple feat as going to the convenience store. That was actually why they had followed her the entire way. They had even been expecting this precise result, though in part that had been because it was the most ridiculous result they had thought of. After all, it should have been impossible for somebody's boobs to be so big that they wouldn’t let her get close enough to trigger an automatic door, right? They shook their head before they resumed their surveillance. They were careful to not be too blatant about it, though their target likely wouldn't have noticed anything short of a marching band. Regardless, they were there for a reason, and they aimed to complete it.

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A simple life was best. That had always been one of her core beliefs, and she saw no reason to change it now. A life that was free of the myriad distractions that made up the modern world. Or the Impure World, if you were feeling parochial. The world filled with technology and aggression, and so many other flaws that laid bare the sins of humanity. She didn't have the stomach to face all of that in its entirety. She wasn't strong enough to shoulder that burden.

That was why she had come here. Technically, it was a part of her home, Hidden Sound. Or rather, a part of the region in which she had been born. Even now, she could only picture that simple hut high on the mountain's peak as her home. There were no mountains here, but she did the best that she could manage. Namely, she went out as far as she could, away from any trace of society. Nobody could possibly come to bother her unless they knew precisely where to look. And she hadn't made it easy for them. Her home was in the midst of a small forest of scrub brush and stunted trees. The foliage grew dense the moment you set foot within it, and there was only a single path that avoided the majority of the thorn bushes and poison ivy. That was where she had built her home.

She was no architect, she didn't have a head for figures. Instead she had gathered together boughs and branches, and bought a small amount of boards and rope on one of her thankfully rare excursions into town. With all of that, she had cobbled together something that could almost be confused for a hut, if you were feeling generous. It was a small structure, maybe ten feet square, and only just high enough for her to not have to crouch. A taller guest would have been put out. Thankfully, she didn't have guests. The interior was a single room, with little in the way or furnishings. She possessed a small kit of paper and pencils, a ragged bedroll, and a few cooking supplies. That was it. And to be honest, even that was more than she truly needed. Out here in the wilds, she could simply live, on her own and free. And that was as shy wanted it.

If only the dream hadn't begun once more. She had had it off and on over the years, though it had gone away during the brief stint that she had tried traveling with a group of young ninja. In the years since then, it had begun once more, and with increasing regularity. It was far from her first prophetic dream; she was used to them by now. What bothered her was the message that it seemed to grant her. It spoke of her leaving her home, and taking up a new journey, and a new purpose. She would experience society as it truly was. Not as it was seen from afar, but from someone who was right there inside of it, down in the mud with the rest of the squalid masses. As far as she was concerned, that message was enough to make the dream count as a nightmare. But what could she do? Prophetic dreams may be vague, and they may be misleading, but they always meant something was going to happen. All she could do was try to be ready for it when whatever happened, happened.

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Returning to the Hidden Sound village by boat was as usual an uncomfortable trip, Yakushi wasn’t a big fan of public forms of transportation, living a cushiony life was something he had been doing for the last several years. Changing his habits and his way of life wasn’t something that’s going to be easy, if he had it his way he wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t be long before he could avoid the toils of public travel and the riff raff of every day living. Even in his dress he was extravagant, he was made to be noble, although the Yakushi name was widespread and prestigious in the Hidden Sound village, besides Kabuto Yakushi there wasn’t a whole lot of fame out of the family. As he approached the entrance to the village he smiled, he was going to see Yumi and his father sooner than later, and he hadn’t seen them in what seemed like forever. A strong reason he pushed himself was to be so strong was for his sister, who looked up to him even though the two were identical twins, Eiji was always physically stronger, although Yumi often held a small edge over him in terms of mental capacity they were still both massively intelligent. Eiji used Shogi as a gauge, if he could beat them in Shogi he considered himself mentally above them, and in his eyes, superior in every way. In all of the times they had played Shogi, Eiji had won one hundred and forty times, Yumi had defeated her brother one hundred and forty four times. Although not a major difference, she was still superior to him. There was no way that Yumi wouldn’t be excited to see her brother, they were always so close, there was no feeling quite like the sight of his sister after a long absence, he loved to travel and travelled often with his father. But upon getting older he was often out on his own while Yumi stayed with their father, even though they were the same age she was still his sister, and she needed to be protected.

The plan in which he had been working on to unite the ninja world was long sighted, it wasn’t something he would be able to accomplish in a matter of weeks or days. He would begin by building himself a close circle of comrades, he would search for certain types of ninja, one of them would be his closest ally, his second in command. The other, would be an offensively gifted, someone who was aggressive and could put the most staunch defenders on their toes, that complimented with the genjutsu and the support style ninja that would be the fourth ninja in his circle. Those four, with the second being his opposite and all around powerful ninja, would comprise Eiji’s inner circle of comrades, they would be able to help him achieve his goal better than any amount of followers. Strong willed and equally charismatic ninja, well, they wouldn’t be able to match his charisma obviously but they would at least have to hold their own against genjutsu and against political pressure. Once these three were gathered he would be able to move into the next phase of his plan. The latter phases of his grand scheme would all come to fruition one at a time, all of the blocks would simply fall into place for him, he had no doubt about it.

Entering the gates of the village he made his way through the main street of the small village, his house was one of the larger ones in the village, the Yakushi family was well off, and Eiji was proof. Although all ninja were different, Eiji didn’t really enjoy the thought of the disorder and chaos of the current ninja world, every ninja was different, they all dressed as they liked, acted as they liked, did what they liked, they were free, and that was a problem in the world of ninja, there was no order. A united ninja world would bring order and justice to the world. As he walked up the pathway to his home he noticed that there wasn’t anyone outside, odd for his family, Yumi loved being out doors, she was an avid gardener and loved tending to the flowers in the gardens out front of the home, it was her pride and joy, the lush colors that spanned throughout the garden really showed what sort of kind and outgoing personality was in charge of the garden. While it was her brother who was trained to be the diplomat and the assassin, she was trained to run the behind the scenes show, managing the estates finances and things of the like. It was a job she was happy doing as she had always seen herself as her brothers other half, although they were identical she was nothing like her brother. He was cold and calm, often acting in the best interest of his family and those close to him, doing whatever it took to further the Yakushi name, where as she was kind and soft spoken. It was also highlighted in the difference in tone they had when they spoke to strangers. Eiji, cold and uncompassionate, and Yumi, kind and sweet were sharp contrasts of one another, their personalities more so than anything else. The two were personality polar opposites, despite their identical appearance. As he began towards his house he started to feel uneasy, the fact that he had just graduated from the Shinobi Academy had yet to take its true toll in his mind, not that he was really bothered or gained anything substantial from it. His mind was not fully attuned to chakra, he was so cranial that his senses towards something the ninja hold so dear, chakra, were not fully developed. He was attempting to read ninja as he walked past but couldn’t focus on ninja, it wasn’t something that bothered him all that much, just another skill he would need to eventually master, he was sure that one of the four he would round up would end up being far more chakra sensitive than himself.

All of these questions would surely answer themselves, this was why he was uneasy, he wanted the answers to the questions all right now, he wanted to know who the four ninja would be, he wanted to know when he would be able to set his plan in motion, he wanted to know. He wanted the knowledge and the power to change the ninja world right this very second, clutching his hand tightly he felt the tips of his fingers lose feeling as he thought of the future under the united banner, no more wars, no more discrimination based on which village or family you were born into. Looking up to his home, he stopped in his tracks on his way home, before heading home he would make another stop. Turning back towards the centre of the village he spoke to himself very quietly, so quietly he could barely hear himself, it was just his way of thinking to himself, “I bet Yumi would be beyond pleased if I brought her back something from the village, I’m sure she would like it more than me returning empty handed…” he was attempting to take his mind off of his lofty ambitions. Removing his hat as he looked down towards the village he flipped it over in his hand and placed it on his head once again, the trip down to the village was familiar to him, he and Yumi had gone up and down many times before when they were younger before they started doing all their traveling and trimming of Eiji’s personality and skills to shape him into the man he was now.

As he got into the villages square he knew just what he would get his sister, heading down to her favorite shop he knew exactly what it is she would want, entering the store he was greeted by an elderly lady “May I help you with something young man?” Removing his hat he made his way towards the back end of the store and grabbed a small cake from the shelf, “I’d like to purchase this Blossom Cake, I’d also like some of those flowers behind you if you wouldn’t mind. My sister would be delighted by the gesture.” As the elderly lady wrapped the flowers up and put the money away she spoke to Eiji in a soft and humble tone, “there’s an old saying, that those who cherish the family above all else are bound to find success in their journey. I think it means that fighting for your family will give you the best chance of reaching the stars, but that’s just an old saying… “ looking down at the little old lady behind the counter he brushed the hair from his eyes and smiled at her, she was right, if he was fighting for Yumi he wouldn’t allow himself to lose, as he paid for the cake and the flowers she pulled them back, “but, that’s just a saying, like an apple the day keeps the doctor away, it probably doesn’t mean anything so don’t take this old coot seriously!” bursting out into laughter Eiji sighed he was very disappointed that she had no idea what she was talking about. Leaving the flower shop with the small bouquet and the cakes in hand he stopped outside the doors of the shop to put his hat back on and adjust the cuffs of his jacket, the disappointment at the old ladies failed attempt to motivate him left him bitter. Walking towards the crowd of ninja in the centre of the village he couldn’t help but feel like his attention was being drawn somewhere, but he couldn’t place a finger on where it was. Either way, he rose his head in confidence, fixed the position of his hat and carried on towards his house. Being the image of perfection in body and mind, he had only left to hone his skills as a ninja before becoming perfectly able to unite the ninja world on his plan.

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-- Eiji Yakushi The Silver Flare --
Height: 6'
Weight: 186lbs
Mood: Stoic
Area: Hidden Sound - Village Square
Total Chakra Points: 6,050
Usuable Chakra Points:
Current Jutsu:

Jutsus Learned:
Dead Soul Skill 1,000 Skill Points: This is a Ninjutsu technique that uses a dead body to create the illusion of another living person. The ninja can either animate a normal dead person, or alter the appearance of the dead person to resemble another. To do the second version, the ninja first changes the appearance of the dead body to resemble the person to be portrayed. Then using this jutsu they make the heart beat again, allowing them to control the actions of the dead body. (( Clan Technique ))
Temple of Nirvana 1,500 Skill Points: This is a Genjutsu technique that allows the caster to place a large body of people into a unconscious state. The target can avoid the spell by forming and using the dispel skill. ((Clan Technique))
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The Silver Knights, the name of the group he had planned on creating to help achieve his ultimate goal. Although his plan was to unite the ninja world under one banner he would of course need to do that by a certain means, and those means involved a powerful political group of ninja, who would work towards the goal of uniting the ninja world. A knight was a powerful armor clad warrior from the West, they were very similar to samurai in many senses, they followed a strict code called chivalry, similar to bushido. His time at home had helped him realize that he wouldn’t be able to achieve his goals alone and that by completing the silver knights would be the only way that such a goal would be possible.

Walking through the halls of his home he often checked inside the room of his sister hoping that she would be in there, but every day there was no answer that was to his liking, just her empty room, bed made, clothes gone. He grew so restless being at home, when he wasn’t pacing around and being plagued by his own thoughts he was writing, finishing his plans to build up the Silver Knights, once he had his inner circle, a group he referred to in his notes as the ‘Knights of the Round’, because of their closeness in relation to him. Stemming from the Arthurian legends the Knights of the Round were the most important of the knights in the land. The people he referred to his Knights of the Round would be critical to his success, finding people he could trust, people who were strong, people who could help him shape the world into one of peace and unity. First and foremost he would find his most trustworthy knight, the one who would mean the most to him of any of his comrades. Looking out of his window he envisioned the group of his dreams, the group who would bring him towards the future. He thought about the knights who would stand beside him and fight at his side against the oppressive kage of the land. He imagined what they looked like, what sort of special powers they would have, it was all so exciting to the young Yakushi. He was so ambitious, his future was so bright, the fortune teller had told him so, and he himself believed it from a young age. But thinking would only bring him so far, without actually leaving to find the knights he would have no way to build up the Silver Knights. Researching which ninja he would love to have alongside of him he looked towards the Jounin exams, the cancelled Jounin exam would leave a handful of ninja left without a direction or goals for the time being. He knew of the names of the Jounin exam contestants, but that was about it, he knew nothing about them, didn’t know where to find them he just knew that eventually he would have to find a way to hunt them down.

All he had to go on was the names of the candidates, the first was a woman named Rei Eros, he knew that the Eros clan was one of the famous families of the Hidden Passion village, he knew that for one of his knights to be in the hidden sound would just be all to convenient for him. This would mean that he would need to leave the village and make his way towards the Hidden Passion village, slinging his jacket on he made his way out of his house. Grabbing his hat before he left he made sure he had everything he needed for the trip to Passion and whatever would come before it, with his journal in hand he would need to make sure that he didn’t stray to far from his plan. As he got down the steps to the home he snapped his fingers, opening the journal he quickly scrawled out a note.

‘Dad and Yumi, I’ve gone to change the world. Don’t wait up. –Eiji’

Tossing it to the door with one of the knives he held on the inside of his jacket he hurried down and out of the village towards the Hidden Passion Village.

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-- Eiji Yakushi The Silver Flare --
Height: 6'
Weight: 186lbs
Mood: Excited
Area: Hidden Sound - Docks
Total Chakra Points: 12,186
Usuable Chakra Points:
Current Jutsu:

Jutsus Learned:
[T] Rising Impact Palm 700 Skill Points: This is a hard thrusting palm attack that can send the opponent flying.
[T] Demolishing Palm 700 Skill Points: This is a palm strike to the chest which is capable of knocking an opponent back approximately 30-40 feet.
Remaining Chakra: --
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It was during her training session at the Sound Village's training grounds that Achana had discovered a way to overcome her own ability to surpass her naturally boosted osteoblast reproduction cycles. As the raven haired kunoichi fired off bone bullets from her finger tips, she began focusing more chakra to the designated bones, causing them to reform faster and allowing her to maintain the rate of fire of the hard as steel calcium projectiles. She was tearing the training dummy she was practicing on apart with the spray of bone slugs from her digits until she felt comfortable enough to stop and sigh softly in a bit of respite.

It took time to manage her skills and keep the training of them from wearing her down. Achana had to keep her body ready for anything, and that meant not pushing herself to exhaustion when there was plenty of time to rest and then keep training. "I wish father could see this. The world will soon know to respect the Sonozaki family. I swear it. They're all boned, and they just don't know it yet...", she muttered to herself in sort of a self-monologue. It helped the young girl pass the time while she sat back against a tree and let her chakra reserves adjust to the increased output she was going to put them through. It was like any muscle, it had to be broken down and built back up to get stronger.

After the period of rest was over for Achana, the young yakuza family boss's daughter grinned and stretched before assuming her place before another training implement. The dummy stood before her and she began to work on her Taijutsu skills in tandem with her bloodline limit abilities. The next technique she needed to perfect was the Dance of the Rose, a lethal skill that would allow Achana to extend the digits in her fingers to form claws. It would not be a simple task, like firing the digits like the bone bullet technique, but she had in mind to put herself to the task of getting stronger and this meant conquering even strange techniques that might seem to be more of a nuance than a boon. Beside the point was the fact that the technique built up into a much more potent skill that could be learned once she had mastered this skill. "Alright, let's do this.", the Sonozaki family Genin said with a firm nod before she began focusing her chakra to the flange digit bones.

The focus she put into her chakra manipulation was something Achana had always excelled at, as demonstrated during her years at the ninja academy. It was probably the most important class to her next to the hand to hand combat training class, as both were highly essential for her to develop her skills in the Dead Bone Pulse bloodline limit abilities. There was no getting around that fact that she would need deep stores of chakra to pull off some of her ungodly abilities. Techniques that had cursed her clan for generations with terms like 'necromancer', 'freak', and 'devil'. It was only fitting, she supposed, but genetic memory would have instilled a sort of superiority complex inside of her psyche. With this genetic ability, she could bring the world to heel and become an unstoppable force if she had to be.

Achana was feeling the strain of the chakra manipulation now as she shaped and molded her bones in her digits now. The cracking and popping sounded absolutely agonizing as the bones shaped and formed into the bladed claws that burst from behind the skin and flesh, exposing themselves as lethal razors to claw and slice at her enemies. "Wicked cool.", the raven locked female remarked as she looked to the training dummy before her with a menacing grin. If one had no experience with the freakish and abnormal that this ninja world presented, they could swear this looked like something out of a horror film as Ana began to slash and slice away at the dummy in a fluid, open handed style she had been working with. It was a deadly dance of bones and black as her long hair swayed behind her like a wave of black silk trailing a monster of skeletal proportions.

After a few moments of striking at her wooden training partner, Achana calmed herself and regained her composure as she let her focus go back to the digits and she began to reshape and retract them back into her hand for later use. There was no point in using chakra and bones wastefully if they could be preserved in favor of growing new replacements, which took it's own deal of time and energy. It was an exertion she had little room for as it was now time to take the Dance of the Rose one step further to the Dance of the Dandelion. This was going to be a truly lethal experience, and it could be one she shared with the technique if she weren't focused and prepared for the talent and ability it would require.

After reforming her finger digits back to normal, Achana pulled out a scroll from her belt pouch detailing techniques from her clan that she had borrowed from the training facility's texts. Maybe without asking, but she didn't give a damn about asking for permission normally. She might as well be royalty in her mind in comparison to the rest of these piss ant peasants that were only given the right to breathe the same air as her because she and her yakuza family allowed it.

There were probably some other mitigating factors to that, but that's all Achana seemed to think in her vain hubris, and if anyone wanted to tell her otherwise, they'd be dealing with a monstrosity of bone that would mutilate another over disrespected honor. That aside, she began to study the technique of the Dandelion carefully. This task of study had taken priority over everything else that she might have otherwise occupied herself with at this point. Her eyes studied the words and memorized the chakra manipulation diagrams along with any required hand seals that would need to be executed with the ability. A lot of it just seemed to be details on how to manipulate the bone petal into senbon with an activation of chakra, but making sure to guide and direct the needles to the correct target was also another factor she would have to face in her upcoming training in the ability. "I can hardly wait.", she muttered before closing the scroll and placing it away. It was soon to begin...

Achana stood up after some rest and let out a soft yawn of boredom. Training and studying had been rather menial and benign for her taste, but it was an essential part of her career path. It was a part that the raven haired necromancer of bone took seriously, as through training came strength, and through strength came respect. This was because if somebody didn't respect her immediately for her talent and prowess, she intended to follow her code of making sure nobody disrespected a member of the Sonozaki Yakuza family by beating the snot out of them until they admitted their inferiority. This was all about establishing supremacy and an order to things. Once this was achieved, Achana's own dream could be realized.

Achana Sonozaki had one dream in life, and that was to become strong enough to kill any who disobeyed her. Absolute command and authority to shape this world under the banner of the Hidden Sound Village with the criminal underworld brought under Sonozaki Family rule, world wide. Global domination was a lofty desire, but there was no shame in aiming for the moon. If she shot for the moon and hit it, then she had aspired to greatness and the moon had it coming. Though, with this goal in mind, she was certainly going to need to get a lot stronger and assemble a select few who could be trusted to assist her in seeing that to fruition. It was something that needed a head of state and a group of governing powers to pull off, and for now she would need to accumulate the strength needed to be that head of state she wanted to be.

As far as Achana was concerned, the world had too many factions and too many people working under different banners to be functional. She counted numerous countries and each with their own standing military force of a Village. The Great Five; Sand, Leaf, Cloud, Mist, and Rock seemed to hold a capital with the establishment of the Five Kage, and if she were to assimilate into the order of this world then Sound would need to establish itself with it's own...Kage. An Otokage, one strong enough to make even the Great Five recognize it's worthiness to be officially recognized and turning five into six. This plan was also grandiose, but essential. Though, also a long term effort that would take some assistance of those who would back her ambitions.

More on the short term list of things to do were to dominate a lesser Village and bring it to heel and under Otogakure's rule. A military action that would certainly require strength, but not something out of the realm of possibility given the number of minor shinobi villages that existed, and were ripe for conquest. "The knees of the lesser were created to bow.", Achana muttered to herself as she relaxed and studied from the scroll on her kekkai genkai techniques, while also going through the various goals and desires in her mind. There was nothing wrong with a little bit of self-analysis and a complete, methodical approach to organizing one's life dreams and plans to shape the world for the better.

One might ask how shaping the world for the better might include a massive organization of organized crime, but it was all elementary, at least to Achana and her Family. With established order among both the lawful and the unlawful, ultimately order would be brought to the fractured chaos that existed in the world. Each country following one set of laws, one ruling power, and beneath that the criminal underworld would also follow it's one set of laws and one ruling power. To deny the fact that society as a whole had multiple layers was to deny the very core of the existence of human society. No matter how some tried to will it, there was always a caste system to life. Those who were chosen by divine providence to rule, and those who were cursed by fate to bow a knee and to serve. One could change their station in this natural order by strength, this was true historically, but in the end it would matter little once Achana had gathered enough power and established a core powerbase to go unchallenged and forever institute the order she and her Family desired to.

After resting, studying, and contemplating the new world order that Achana wished to establish for a while, the raven haired kunoichi finally stood up and resumed her training in her bloodline limit techniques. A complete mastery over the Dead Bone Pulse was going to be another key component of her plan to become the strongest in this powerbase she wished to bring forth. Her chakra control and mastery over the cellular reproduction of her osteoblast cells were gaining in strength as she worked on pushing out the bones in various parts of the body from the ulna and her spine, to the ribs and the forearms. Each area needed faster reaction and hastier reproduction in order to make bones hard as steel and strong enough to puncture even the sturdiest of defenses.

The Dance of the Larch was a key component in making herself untouchable by the standard definition of the word, not so much as impossible to touch, but doing so without permission by Achana… verbal or otherwise, would likely result in a painful prickling sensation of being stabbed from bones that reactively sprouted from her to impale the offending party who dared to touch a burgeoning goddess of death and bones. It wasn't so much that she envisioned herself as a goddess in the literal sense of divinity, but as more or less a supreme ruling power that, much like the flowers her techniques were named after, had yet to come into full bloom. Though, if she were able to make her dreams into a reality for the world, then it would be a glorious future that awaited this realm... and with her training in the Dead Bone Pulse completed for now, she departed Sound in search of more techniques to learn and master to further her strength on the path to supremacy.

From above the village, a series of mechanical entities would fly, surfing through the air information, communicating nearly instantly, sharing their thoughts and objective. They eyed the village of sound, floating above it in formation, sweeping back and forth. Then, in unison, they layed down a barrage upon the village. Explosions errupted, followed by flame, starting from the very center and spreading. The attack was swift and without mercy, inevitably raising tremendous casualties in a short time. The sky was eveloped in grey, black, and crimson. These beings would released their payload from cannons centered on their arms, focusing first on the infrastructure. The people of the village would be forced to flee, unable to protect themselves within their shelters and homes.

After exposing them, the drones focused their attention upon the people, hands emerging from their cannons, and taking hold of their new targets. Their tails, somewhere between serpentine and insect-like would impale those captured in short order. This was a massacre, as the shinobi on hand struggled to fight off this small army. Whatever those lost were struck with, they began to change, their bodies swell up groutesquely. The destruction continued nearly unhindered.

From a distance, Kori would approach, already seeing the sky filled with this mechanical beasts. He would approach rapidly, attempting to use the foliage surrounding the village and the smoke and fire filling the air as cover. He attempted to scout them out, searching for signs of what they could do, and their strengths or weaknesses before he would strike.
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Kori would watch as others arrived. The scene before them, all of them, was one of true destruction and despair. The air was heavy with the scents of blood and smoke. The sound of sceams and crackling flames filled the air. The sky depicted the grey and black, colored by crimson and orange. Among those who came forth was a woman clad in black, her demeanor bearing a cold rage. She rushed forward, fool hardy in her desire to obtain vengeance, though her reasons, hidden as they were, were not for the sake of the village, but for the sake of her ambition. Had Kori known her, he could respect her goal, and her reason to fight, although her methods were another story. Still, she had confidence. With her to draw the attention, Kori would advance, slipping past the gates, and into the surrounding rubble.

Kori would gather three senbon from his pack, examining the drones. He observed their structure for a moment, as one descended to strike at a woman fleeing by. He timed himself, waiting as the creature slowed to grip hold of her, tail poised to strike. He tossed the senbon out, careful in his aim. One would tink against the platted armor of the tail, unable to penetrate between those pieces of armor. Another flew into one of the joints of it's arms. This time it penetrated deep into that c***k. The overall damage to the creature was minor, but it was enough for it to drop the woman with a thud, echoing a cry of pain. She was hurt, but alive. As the robotic creature would turn to find the source, Another shot towards the side of it's face, slipping through the openings in the circular structure along the sides of it's head, slipping in deep. The entity began to squirm and twitch, clawing at it's head for several moments, before dropping like a stone, it's activity shutting down, with several unnatural twitches.
Kori would slip out as the woman recovered herself, injured but able to keep moving. He would kneel over the body, recovering two of his senbon. “Best to run. More are coming.” He would tell the woman, turning to rush off, back into the battlefield of a village. The woman, herself would flee in panic. They were well armored, but they had weak-spots. He would slip behind a building, watching as the woman he had spotted earlier would intercept another of the drones, near the center of the village that had been struck the hardest. The woman formed a shadow clone, as a object formed out from each of their... palms. Is that bone? He had heard stories of ninja with such an ability, able to use the very building blocks of their body as a weapon, though he had never seen it before, himself. She and her clone, each, would tear out the items, revealing them as a pair of short swords.
They would attack together, one from behind, the other from below, slicing it apart with their skeletal swords, blades stronger than his senbon, which could puncture steel armor. For their source, they were incredibly strong. At the same time, the ninja and her clone wrought forth a battle cry, chastising their enemy for slaughtering the weak of the village, calling to the source of these drones to face them head on. This was all of course despite the fact that these entities, whether they served some greater power or attacked of their own volition, attacked this village head on. They hardly snuck upon the village, flying right out from the air. For all the talk of the “Might” of hidden sound, the place had done rather poorly in protecting itself. And perhaps the source had indeed not shown themselves, but a general was hardly cowardly for directing his soldiers from beyond high. Moreover, despite the shared sense of value the two ultimately held, unknown to Kori, the Hidden Night ninja would find this woman annoying already. He hated loud people.

All the while she had struck down her drone target, more descended from above, directing a barrage of crimson fire over the area, intent to clear out any cover and to destroy those small numbers that had put up a fight. Kori would rush to shield himself among the walls of burning buildings, letting them absorb them impact and crumb, as he slipped out the window just before the building began to collapse. Dust and ash kicked up and rubble sprayed. As he emerged, Kori would grather charka into his finger tip, picking his spot as they upheld their fire for an instant. From behind the veil of dust, a beam of light shot out, penetrating the face plate of one of the drones, blasting its head apart and emerging out through it's armor, hitting the wings of one of the other drones, making them explode in the process, and causing the drone to fall.
65700 Total CP
65000/65700 Cp
Words: 826
Skill points: 481
Learning: Boulder Strike 600/600
Rising Impact Palm 481/700