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Wrath pounded his fists into the stone wall without feeling much pain. He was used to hitting objects with great amounts of density often. He strength trained back home by punching trees until they fell over. So Wrath's knuckles were used to the torture. However, once everything was over he would return home a stronger shinobi than when he left. He would return a better shinobi. Perhaps his uncle would finally promote him to anbu.

Shunkashuutoue shimekiri (summers end)
The user focuses his charka in both hands and begins to strike the foe into the air and slams them into the ground.
Rank: A
Cp Cost: 80 per hit (So if you hit twice 160 CP)
Training: 89/170 posts ( 32/36 successes)
DC:15

Giglamesh would enter from the southern gate in to the village, he was soaken wet as he had walked for hours in the incredibly down pour of rain. He was completly drenched and it had washed off all the blood from himself and the dead man, yet he didnt care he was completly content. He carrried a new massive blade on his right shoulder holding its handle with his right had and he walked with a crazed empty sort of smile on his face. He seemd as not to have a care in the wolrd, yet he had a massive burden apon his heart wich has drove him back to insanity, and the only reason it dossent take complete hold is because of maiyuri. He knows not what to do or belive he only lives for the moment of violence. He walked threw the dark streets, the strom was so dark this not even street lanterns did not much to light this darkness of which gig seemd to find comforting. As he walked very very few were in the streets, it was not but not late but due to storm those that were on the street ran even with umbrella's, but gig simply did a very slow pace of walk as he no longer cared. As he made his way to the mission center he would kind of realise something to himself, carring this massive weapon even as a shinobi wassent exactly good as it could cause fear and panic simply by its sight. He would have to find something to conceal it, and at this revelation a clasp of lightning would light the village for a instant, and as if by fate it reavled a small funeral type bulding. He would instant think about that idea while it would be intimidateing no as much as the massive blade, and to a grin he would walk inside to the business. "Hello..I would like to make a purchase." He would look around waiting for somebody.

A small old man would walk out from the back rooms as they were close to closing. "Ah hello............um....uh yes how may i help you?" It was obvious he was slightly intimidated by the massive weapon standing atleast seven foot tall, not to mention that man was dripping water heavily.

Giglamesh would seem the old mans fear and would wave his hand as if saying no. "dont worry about this..im strictualy here for business........not mission either im here for a casket."

The old man would get asweat bead at first then with a wave and nod he would smile. "Ah well im sorry for you loss ..then what are you exac!"

Giglamesh would lower his head as most do but he would never acept what the man idea had sugested. "LOSS......no not quite........I will have a different use for it....not for a loved one...but to plce the peices of the one wich taken my loved one away from me....." Giglamehs would exert a massive depressed aura as the idea of keiko still being gone hurt his heart incredibly.

The old man didnt know exactly what to say to him as he didnt know what he meant, yet he was clear he woudlnt want to admit what he spoke of.

"dont worry about it sir.....i simply need something to conceal this massvie weapon." He would speak with a smile trying to help put the man at ease wich was no obvisouly on edge. Yet his entintions was clear, And while he would never give up, once he found keiko the one which had taken her away from him would be in a wolrd of pain which gig had planned out and as he said would place his peices within his casket which he was bout to get.

"Ah for your weapon very well...LEt me make some mesaurment while you look threw the differe nt type of caskets." He would wait for gig to hold it out and use tape measure to see its height and width.

"Actualy........i already know the measurments....ill need it around six foot tall two foot wide and deep with the older pine box style.........real simply color it flat black with this symbol in inverted colors on the face of the casket.....also have it do the door of its splits down in center and on hinges opens out to both sides..and do it as fast as you can....ill pay very very well if one thousand yen would be enough?" He would point to the skull and manji symbol located on the back of his white jacket, wich he wanted th oppsite colors on the casket.

The old man was surprised when he said the price as the pine box coffins were usualy half that but he wanted a custom job on it, even still not worht that much but he seemd as if gladly to pay that amount so why argue with him. It was a different type of job but he coudlnt decline that price. "Ahh pine box six foot tall two by two depth flat black with your symbol....very well it should be done with in afew days." He would take a picture of his symbol for memory.

Giglamesh would no and smile turning and walking back outside to the down pour of rain a truely hellish storm and would begin to head back torwards the mission distrabution center to turn in his mission report for the last a-rank mission he had just completed.

Giglamesh continued on his path, his vision was limited even further due to heavy rain. There wernt but a hand full of people in the streets so he didnt care about carrying his new massive weapon in plain sight. It was as if darknes had swalloed everthing within this storm it was relentless nothing but blackness, wich giglamesh had began to reacept with the event he had taken as a loss yet would never weild to its search. Yet as he almost arrived at the mission distrabution center something happened something that wassent belivable to him no matter how much he wanted it.

She would suddenly run out cloths ragged and torn, And despite him seeing it with his own eye it was almsot un belivable to him. ".....Kei.....kyo....." He would drop the massive blade to his right side and it would smash with incredible thud aginst the ground under its own weight, giglamesh was simply standing there as if he was caught and completled dazed un able to move unable to react as to him this was a dream he wanted so badly that now that it was with in his grasp it almost seems unreal. Giglamesh stood wearing his anbu like gear with out the mask or anbu vest, his white trench coat with black fur lineing its colar shoulders where sleeves would be and at the base on the bottem of the trench coat his new symbol or a skull as well as a manji symbolizing the blade school he belonged to. He stood there rain falling off him as it poured it had fallen for some time the entire time he has been out within it. He was unaffected by it but still he stood there stareing at such disbelife of what he saw he coudlnt even move as if imobolized by fear, when it was the exact oppsite he was so over come with joy he was paralized.

Wrath pounded his fists into the stone wall without feeling much pain. He was used to hitting objects with great amounts of density often. He strength trained back home by punching trees until they fell over. So Wrath's knuckles were used to the torture. However, once everything was over he would return home a stronger shinobi than when he left. He would return a better shinobi. Perhaps his uncle would finally promote him to anbu.

Shunkashuutoue shimekiri (summers end)
The user focuses his charka in both hands and begins to strike the foe into the air and slams them into the ground.
Rank: A
Cp Cost: 80 per hit (So if you hit twice 160 CP)
Training: 92/170 posts ( 35/36 successes)
DC:15

Wrath continued to thrash at the wall before him. The jutsu was difficult to grasp but no matter what he would master it. Wrath wasn't going to leave this place until he knew the jutsu. He wouldn't eat or sleep either. He was that determined. Wrath was always this determined when it came to bettering himself. He wanted more power, he wanted to get stronger, he wanted to protect what it had been to late to protect. He would indefinitely kill anyone who stepped in the way of his path.

Shunkashuutoue shimekiri (summers end)
The user focuses his charka in both hands and begins to strike the foe into the air and slams them into the ground.
Rank: A
Training: 94/170 posts

Wrath poured more and more chakra into his fists. He had never done this before, at least not to such a degree. He was unsure of how much chakra he should exert but what harm could all of it be? He just kept pounding fist after fist into the stone wall attempting to crumble it. Once he mastered this jutsu he would be a true taijutsu master and there would be no one to com close to comparing to him. He just had to keep practicing without stopping, without breaks.

Shunkashuutoue shimekiri (summers end)
The user focuses his charka in both hands and begins to strike the foe into the air and slams them into the ground.
Rank: A
Training: 96/170 posts