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Shun smiirked as the flames stayed lite, he didn't care for they couldn't advance up his blade, Shun watched as the man attempted to attack him through his blades. Through training he had mastered something called Divine speed, being as fast as the Demon nibi. He could move far quicker than this man could, and his eyes could keep up with him when it to taijutsu. He dodged each blow, the man might claim he was a Demon, but Shun was faster than a Demon. He quickly moved back a couple of inches before laucnhing his own attack, his blades still lit by the mans own falme. He moved quickly, slicing at the mans body again, his eyes were locked on him. Since he was using taijutsu this meant he wasnt exhausting himself as much as to when it came to ninjutsu, he could use these abilities for a while beofre feeling any stamina drain.

((I don't, this is how shun fights close range lol, all these are blade techniques from fuedal tokoyo, learned almost all of them with the sl reward))

Shun smirked as the man went back."No not yet, your not getting away" he said moving forward, his eyes looked to the man who was attempting an escape. the eyes of the sharingan began to spin as the swordsman technique began to take shape. Shin no Ippou was a technique which caused fear in an opponent so much so that ot caused paralasis and his movements be stopped. This was not a genjutsu but was used with the ability of Ki. Even if the man close dhis eyes he would be open for an attack and Shun could increase his speed to where he was. If he wanted shun could look into his eyes and cause something called strangulatiion vision, and cause so much fear in the man that it would crush his throats vital spots.

Shun smiled, "You are a good fighter, don't be so hard on yourself, if you were weaker then I'd have killed you " he said to the man walking over to him and putting all three of his blades in his sheath. Instead of killing him he simply put his hand to the man with a smile. "Thank you for the spar, I just needed to test my skills, seems I have gotten stronger" he said to him before turning and walking to the docks, his hands in his pockets. But before he really left he called to the man. "You should consider joining me sometime, we'd make a good enough team" he said aloud before walking onto the boat and leaving to the next village, he wasn't happy with his performance, in fact he was a bit angered that he didn't do better, but that was enough of that.

Hedoro looked around without moving. So this was Hidden Craftsman, was it? The scent of heated iron filled the air, reminiscent of blood and sweat. It was a primal, strong odor, perhapos hinting that the people of this land were similarly powerful. She strode forward, deeper into the village, letting the information of her surroundings fill her and tell her everything she needed to know. It was a fairly large village, of that there was no doubt. As well, there were many, many blacksmiths. Predictable, but even so, it was still impressive. The sounds of hammers striking metal, and the hiss of super-heated steel being plunged into water filled the air, creating a melody of creation. Hedoro didn't have much interest in the arts of smithing, but she could respect their efforts. And as long as they didn't stop her from getting what she wanted, then she would leave them in peace, rather than pieces. So she wandered the area for a while, taking a closer look at some of the wares, inspecting them to see if they might suit her purposes. Those few Hidden Blood ninja she'd feasted upon had had some money, so now seemed as good a time as any to restock her weapon cache. She'd lost quite a few weapons over the course of her various battles, and was beginning to run dangerously low. As well, she had come across a new technique, another purpose for kunai, that she wished to try. But to do that, she'd need more kunai. Many more.

So she continued shopping around, occasionally testing a kunai by plunging it into the wood of the counter, or even into her own arm. Of course that wasn't to measure how sharp it was directly, but to get a closer look at it's edge, to actually feel just how sharp it was. Of course, the merchants and smiths who saw her do that didn't know that, and consequently looked a little green when she did it. An hour later, she'd finished her first sweep of the area, and had gathered a good amount of kunai, shuriken and other small weapons. But she wanted something more, something unique. Something to make this trip worthwhile, since it was taking time away from her precious looking for food time. She debated looking for someone or something here that would make a suitable snack, but at the very least, she would have to wait until she had finished her purchases. The various merchants wopuld likely not want to sell her anything if she was eating their countrymen.

So she bided her time, ignored the ever present gnawing ache that ran throughout her, that desire to sate her hunger on anything and everything. To devour and devour until there was nothing left. It took a supreme force of will to stop herself from snatching up someone's pet who had wandered to close to her to smell the strange being. Finally, she knew she couldn't resist her hunger any longer, and went in search of food. She still had purchases, so she'd have to play the part of a human, and buy human food. It wouldn't do much for her hunger, but hopefully it would do enough to at least allow her to concentrate until she'd completed her task. So she looked around, searching until she finally found what she was looking for. There were plenty of restaurants and cafes in the area, but not very many of them had what she was looking for. An 'All You Can Eat' sign. Looking at the restaurant's front, she could tell it was a fairly old establishment, likely more than twenty years old. It seemed popular enough, there were several peopl hanging around the front, apparantly there was an actual line. She grumbled silently to herself, of course there would be a line when she was this hungry. Why couldn't it ever be easy?

So she took a place in line, and tried to resist the urge to move ahead by eating the people in front of her. It wasn't easy, they seemed just as distracted by hunger as she was. The line moved slowly, almost painfully so. She began to grow impatient, only moving forward a few feet every so often. But it was progress nonetheless, so she forced herself to stay strong. She knew she had plenty of willpower, now it was time to put it to use. So she resumed waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Until finally, so much later in the day that it would be more appropriate to call it evening, she was finally able to get in. Since she was alone, she was given a seat easily enough, and without further ado, the next four hours were spent taking care of her primary concern. Of course, the sheer quantity that she ate made a few ask her if she was of the Akamichi clan. While she could mimic several of that clan's abilities, she was not one of them, so she merely shook her head in negation when they asked. Eventually, she felt she had had enough, so she got up and payed her bill to the relieved caretaker of the establishment. She'd done some major damage to their stockpiles, and she didn't even look any bigger now than when she had started! They watched her leave and sighed with relief. Then when they turned back, they realized there was one further hurdle to overcome. The dishes.

Hedoro payed no mind to the others, she had had a good, somewhat filling meal, and now she could return to her shopping with a clear mind. She looked at some more kunai, checking the various styles and weights, trying a few new designs to see if they suited her better than the traditional version. In the end, she bought a few, just to have on hand. There didn't seem to be any real difference between them and the ones she'd already had, but they still worked. She still needed to buy something more, though. From all the battles she'd been in, her outfit had gone through a lot. It had been severed, torn, burnt, exploded, split and various other methods of being destroyed. She'd patched it together, and added to it from scraps others had thrown away, and while it still served it's purpose, it was beginning to grow even too dirty for her tastes.

She already had a fancy outfit. Admittedly she didn't like it and didn't want to wear it ever again, but it was a full set of clothing, expansive enough to cover as much of her as she felt reasonably safe with. But she needed something much sturdier for everyday use, whether it be battle, or just hiding herself. Something solid, something durable. She had gained the rank of Jounin, but due to her being on bad terms with her home village, she couldn't exactly go up to the Kage and request a Jounin uniform. Never mind the fact she had no intention of ever returning to her village anyways. At least, until it came time to destroy it anyways. She wasn't a missing nin yet, but once she destroyed her home village, that was another story.

So she continued wandering the village, looking out for something that might suit her purposes. She looked at several suits of clothes, made from leather, or lined with chain mesh. Neither of those would work, no matter how durable they were purported to be. She finally found herself going down a dimly lit alley. Admittedly, the dimly lit part didn't affect her in the slightest, she'd see just as easily were it pitch black. But the quartet of thugs following her didn't know that.

They just judged her based on the shabbiness of her outfit, and had decided she must be a down and out drifter who wandered into their village. If that was the case, if they were to pummel the intruder and steal their belongings, why, they were only defending their home from enemies, right? At least that was the alibi they had prepared if they got caught afterwards. They didn't even consider the fact that they might lose, there were four of them, and they were all very strong. And no true ninja would wear such damaged clothes, if they could even be called clothes. No, this was their duty, as sons of Craftsman, to fight off the undesirable element from their village.

So they began advancing steadily, moving quietly but not taking care to avoid any sounds, sure that they'd go unnoticed compared to the numerous other sounds of city life all around them. And overall, they would be right. Hedoro's method of hearing wasn't exactly the best at differentiating various sounds. Then again, she didn't exactly need to hear someone to know they were coming closer. She slowed her pace just a little, enough that the thugs would soon catch up before she would reach the end of the alleyway. She gave them far too much credit. They noticed her slowing down, and assumed that meant she'd spotted the end of the alleyway, a dead end. They chuckled amongst themselves at the obvious ill omen for their victim.

Hedoro started to turn to face the others, waiting to see what they had planned. There were four of them, she could tell their basic details enough to know they were somewhat strong, at least physically. Now that they'd been spotted, they ceased all attempts at sneaking. Straightening out, they walked closer aggressively. In a loud voice, the apparant leader demanded Hedoro turn over all her valuables, then they just might let her live.

Hedoro could feel that she was still hungry, that human food had done little to curb her hunger for long. This was an opportunity she could hardly pass up, even if it meant she would have to leave the village earlier than she planned. But before she did anything drastic, she decided to show an uncharacteristic example of mercy. In a voice that sounded equal parts shifting sludge and running water, she replied to the order, urging the thugs to leave her alone, go find someone else to terrorize, otherwise she couldn't guarantee their safety. They laughed upraoriously at that, they could hardly imagine a bedraggled example of a foreign ninja like her being a threat to them. So they laughed a moment longer, then the leader told the others to cut it out, and show the fool they meant business.

The alley was somewhat narrow, so only two of the thugs were able to advance on her at once. They did, cracking their knuckles and balling their large hands into fists. The first, wearing a red bandanna and torn leather jacket, rushed forward, his fist already pulled back to bring down in a powerful blow to Hedoro's temple. She ducked as the blow struck, so that it only grazed her. Bandanna wasn't through, he lashed out with a surprisingly well-executed side kick which pushed Hedoro back a foot. He grinned, and advanced once more, waving away his partner, wearing a green trenchcoat. He didn't need help with this novice.

Trenchcoat grumbled that Bandanna was hogging all the fun, but nonetheless he backed off. Bandanna moved forward again, pounding his fist into his open palm over and over, rhythmically. By this time Hedoro had straightened up, just in time to bring her head into line with Bandanna's fist, which came flying at her suddenly. She probably could have dodged if she'd really wanted to, but she still got it, the force of the blow knocking her head back far enough that a human's neck would have either snapped outright, or at least gotten a very painful case of whiplash. She merely returned her head to it's proper position, and launched an attack of her own, throwing a short punch at Bandanna's gut. He hadn't been expecting her to shrug off his last blow, and the hit scored. He croaked as she knocked the wind out of him, and backed off a step or two, hunching forward as he tried to regain his breath. Trenchcoat began mocking him, saying he was getting his butt kicked by a homeless bum.

That did the trick. Where caution had before urged Bandanna to act carefully, indignation now urged him to rush in. He lumbered forward, picking up speed, intent on ramming Hedoro right into the wall and crushing her. If she had a mouth, she'd have grinned, that suited her just fine. She acted like she tried to dodge, but wasn't fast enough, and was caught by his shoulder, then plowed right into the wall behind her with a loud crash. For a long moment, nobody moved. Finally, Trenchcoat called out to Bandanna, telling him to let the body go, assuming they had to be dead after a strike like that. Even then, Bandanna didn't move.

Getting annoyed, Trenchcoat moved forward and grabbed Bandanna by the shoulder, pulling him back. Only to shout in surprise, as Bandanna fell right over, falling onto his back, his head lolling back loosely. The cause soon grew apparant, as there were an even dozen kunai shoved hilt deep in Bandanna's chest, the entire front of his shirt darkened with blood. When the others saw that, they swore, and glared at Hedoro, who had let herself sprawl bonelessly to the ground. They rushed forward, intent on revenging the loss of their friend, even if the recipient wouldn't feel it. They crowded around Hedoro and began kicking savagely at her, stomping down and lashing out with their feet.

She endured the annoyance of their onslaught for as long as she could stand it, but finally, she had enough. Waiting for a momentary lull in their attack, she leapt to her feet and grew a few extra arms to deal with all of them at once. Obviously, they were all caught by surprise, they had thought they were attacking a corpse. When her multitude of arms lashed out, she managed to grab each of the three thugs in a solid grip. They all shouted in panic and surprise, and tried to tear themselves free, but it was no use. She straightened up, and decided to finish them, they were barely even worth eating. Two hands slowly oozed up towards the one thug's mouth, smothering and suffocating him. The next soon felt her hands wrapped tighter and tighter around his neck. The third had a much more painful way to go. At first, he didn't notice, but it didn't take long for him to feel her hands burning him. He tried to look down, but found he couldn't move his head far enough.

He coughed, the acrid stink of acid vapors and burning flesh stung his eyes, and he then realized what she was doing. Far too late. Even if he wanted to plead for his life, his windpipe had already been burned through. A long moment later, the three thugs joined Bandanna on the ground. Hedoro searched the bodies for any valuables, but found only pocket change. She rearranged her disguise to cover her more solidly, then began dragging the corpses to a more out of the way location. Hopefully they wouldn't be found until she had already left the village.

Hedoro emerged from the alley a moment later, and realized there were fewer people around. Feeling a minor risk was warranted, she formed an eye and extruded it from her wrappings to take an actual look around her. It looked dark. Apparantly it was already night. She grumbled to herself, recalling her eye. She'd probably have to find a place to stay the night, there wouldn't be any armor shops open this late at night, probably. She began strolling the city, letting her eye take quick peeks every now and then, intent upon finding an inn, or at least someplace she could stay for the night.

It took a while, but eventually she found a place. It was dirty, in bad repair, and in a bad part of the neighborhood. But it was open, and relatively cheap, so it was good enough. Hedoro got a room, and went right to it, closing and locking the door behind her. She settled down on the opposite side of the door and promptly began resting.

She retained a small sense of awareness while she rested, not trusting herself to fully fall asleep. So when she heard the knob behind her shift, she readied for an attack. The door was locked, so the knob didn't turn very far. A moment later, she heard jingling, as someone tried to unlock the door. She waited, knowing that if they tried much more to enter, she'd attack and make them regret it. As if they knew what she had planned, they gave up and went on their way. Hedoro grumbled quietly, then returned to her rest.

Morning rolled around several hours later, and with it, Hedoro was ready to leave. She marched out of the hostel without even glancing at the counter. Which was good, as they were glaring at her. Apparantly this hostel had a reputation for muggings and pickpocketing. Who'd have guessed they were performed by the owner? He'd tried to enter her room during the night, to steal anything worthwhile, but then he'd got a bad feeling and moved on. He'd never know just how close he came to death that night, he'd instead be angry at the mark that got away.

Hedoro returned to wandering the streets for a while, still looking for that special something. Hours passed,a nd she began to get hungry again. After what happened the day before, she forced herself to ignore it. No eating until she entered another village. So she hastened her pace, trying to find a propspective shop as quickly as she could. She checked a few more shops, and finally found one that seemed promising. Not by it's looks, in which it rivalled the hostel she had stayed at. No, it seemed different from the level of ambient chakra in the air. Not nromally detectable, not even to a Byakugan, there was ambient chakra residue in place where ninja congregated. The harmless cast off energy built up, int urn drawing more energy to it, and creating zones where fights were more likely to break out, where techniques seemed to do more damage, where everything happened more intensely. This was one of those places, settled squarely on a dilapidated hut.

She popped her eye out and saw a sign in front of the hut. She was right, it was an armor shop, or at least used to be. She knocked on the door, and waited until she'd been ivnited to enter. Once she did, she could feel that she'd found the right place. It was a small room, and it felt even smaller from the sheer amount of pieces of armor and weaponry within. They were stacked high in various piles, set onto staggered racks, mounted on the walls and affixed to placards. This one small room housed a bigger arsenal than some entire garrisons. She was just about to reach out and pick up one of the weapons when a voice alerted her to the fact that she wasn't alone.

Whirling around, Hedoro was startled, she hadn't detected anyone's presence in the room. But there they were, sitting on a small cushion not five feet away from her. She turned to face them, letting her hand move away from the weapon she'd been about to pick up. They invited her to sit with them, and after a moment's hesitation, she did. Stepping over several smaller piles of weapons, she moved to a sitting position a short distance from the other person. For a long time, both were silent.

Then the proprietor finally spoke, merely to comment on the weather. Hedoro made no reply at first, then a guarded agreement. This seemed to satisfy the man, who settled back down for another long silence. Time ticked by, and eventually Hedoro's patience grew thin. Just before she finally snapped from waiting so long, the shop owner finally commented that it was about time they picked out her armor. Taken by surprise, Hedoro didn't answer for a long minute, getting up a moment after the shop owner did. Theys eemed to know exactly what they were looking for, and soon held out what it was. A silver circlet, it looked very thin, and rather slender. The only feature of note was a large sphere set in it's center, likely a gem. Whatever she'd been expecting in armor, that was most definitely not it. She waited, but the shop owner seemed to have pulled out the only piece of armor he'd had in mind. Finally, she had to ask, if that was all of it.

The shop owner was quiet for a moment, then burst out laughing. When he finally calmed down, he pushed the circlet towards her, urging her to try it on. Grumbling about useless armor, she nonetheless did. Once it was in place, she felt it begin to grow and shift, expanding, changing shape as rapidly as she was able to. She made no move during this time, not sure if she'd just walked into a trap or worse. Finally, the armor had stopped shifting, and apparantly chosen it's final form. On the outside, not much had changed about her, save the green sphere half buried by cloth slightly off center from her forehead. If one could see below the surface, they'd see the armor was within her, in an odd cross of a skeleton and armor plating.

Hedoro slowly began moving, seeing how the new additions changed her movement speed. It didn't apepar to be too much of a hindrance, it should work nicely. But how good was it at blocking hits? She was about to ask the shop owner, but then noticed he was watching her intently, like he could actually see what she really was. She began to plot an escape route, planning on leaping to the side and out the door. Then the shop owner spoke, saying something that didn't exactly calm her down, but at least took the urgency of it away.

He merely said that it was interesting, and that she was welcome to the armor. She asked about cost, and he just shook his head, saying that that piece of armor would suit no one else, he couldn't sell it to anyone else even if he'd wanted to. It was hers. Unaccustomed to such generosity, it took Hedoro a moment to find the right words. Then she muttered a thank you, and turned around, quickly heading towards the exit. She'd almost reached it when the shop owner called out to her, telling her there was a secret to her armor, he could tell her if she wanted. She paused, but shook her head. She could already feel the inherent power in her armor, she felt confident that she could find out it's secrets on her own. So she took her leave, putting distance between herself and that odd little shop. Once she was a good distance away, she turned back to face it, and popped her eye out to take one last look at it. Only to see that it wasn't there any more! Surprised, she was almost going to walk back, but a thick patch of fog swirled up.

She decided it must have just been the fog hiding it, and decided now was as good a time to leave as any. So she began making her way to the docks, ready to leave this odd little village and resume her training elsewhere. There was still much in the world she needed to know about, and she was also getting very hungry. Perhaps she'd find a safer place to eat in the next village. She hoped so. Otherwise she couldn't guarantee the safety of anyone who strayed to near to her. As well, perhaps she could find out more about this strange armor she had acquired. Either way, she was off to the next village immediately.
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Almost instantly, Thantos' gaze was drawn to the female who seemed to radiate chakra. In his past existence it would have been a happy day to see such a figure, marking them as a potential feast for the future. He soon allows his gaze to cross each as they are motioned to and named. It was obvious that they were not human, mostly by appearance alone if not by their actions upon Ella's clone's arrival. With a slight lock of his dark hues onto the form of the chakra radiating female once more. He then begins walking, choosing not to speak a word yet, in order to see what could unfold from those that he was meeting just now. Drawing his tongue across his lips, in order to make them more moist he continues to follow. His gaze slowly sweeping over the area in order for everything to be noticed and with held into his memory. If this was his village, it would be a good thing to learn all that he could about it's people and anything of the like. Raising and crossing his arms across his chest, one could take notice to the fact that his recently acquired Mugen Kougai had taken the form of armlets on his wrists, and simply made his waist and legs more heavily armored over the normal jeans that he wore. Though the other armor was hardly notice able. The armlets could play as a key role, if someone were to try and figure him out more. Considering he really wore little clothing, as he was shirtless though surprisingly fit for his presumed by looks, and yet throughly unknown age.
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Having already grown used to this new body, he blinks once, opening his gaze to reveal his eyes having become inverted, much like they were when he was in his ghostly past death. Looking forward, these were the eyes that were for his well noted Ultimate Eye technique. To which he had randomly discovered upon getting used to this body within his own mind. Now that he was using these hues, he turned his head to the side, in order to cast them once into the forest and notice the movements of Redemption and Kai. Though they did not interest him all too much any longer, turning his head now to look in the direction of the door to which they were about to enter. Raising an eyebrow, he uses the gaze to look beyond the door and at whoever was coming to open it to them. If it were to even be opened. With a slight roll of his shoulders, he closes his eyes for a moment, once again opening them in order to show not the inverted gaze from before, but a normal color of his hues once again. Deactivating the technique in order to continue with his own sight. He had yet to fully grasp the new potential of this body, but he was coming closer by the minute.
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Thantos raises a brow, as the canine comes bounding through the door and just about attacking Ella. Though it did not effect him too much. Upon being spoken to, Thantos' gaze snaps to the one speaking to him as he raises an eyebrow slightly before he even plans a reply. "Humunculi? Sorry, I'm no such thing." He says, as he ever so slowly shrugs his shoulders. Once being led inside, he slowly allows his gaze to fully be spread across the area that he was looking at. His arms hanging limp at his sides, as if he were planning to get ready to defend from some attack, or attack himself. Athough his facial expression did not match this behavior all too well. With a slight shake of his head, he continues walking into this large building he was welcomed into. All the while wondering what this place could possibly hold for training that he could complete, or anything like that, that may be even remotely challenging. Continuing to seep his gaze about the area as he walks, he chuckles a little to himself. Once again activating his Ultimate Eye and casting his gaze about the area. Searching for chakra, along with any other energy that would feed his hunger for such things. Though he was not seeing much, only a few small radiations that could be because the item was fixed with chakra, or something like that. Even while he walked in, looking around slowly in order to take a feel for the place. Thantos soon found himself wondering exactly why he was simply being brought here, by a simple clone. He was told it was for training, but nothing seemed to be real useful at the moment, as far as training would indicate, seeing as there was no signs of anyone else training any sort of jutsu anywhere within his sights. To this point, Thantos began to wonder if this was not actually a trap, meant to destroy him now and rid him of the threat he may cause, from joining this village' clan through the means of that 'Blacker Alchemy'. As it was called, although he was not an Alchemy expert, he figured that sooner or later, he would become accustomed to it, and be able to use it of his own free will. But for now, he would simply have to watch his own back, as he wander this village. But first he would need to find out the true reasons behind why he was brought to this place, and even why he was welcomed inside in such a friendly yet cautious way. Could these people truly be an enemy of his, and if they were did he have to strike and take them all out now, in order to conserve his own life in such a way as taking their own. Dealing with the clone first, could possible be a good thing. But he did not know the abilities of the others around him, making it hard for him to be able to judge whether he should attack now, or wait things out and see if this was a trap or not. Some how Thantos was confident, that he could manage to escape aany situations that may cause for him to be trapped inside a physical trap. But that did not mean that he could not be momentarily delayed in movement because of their stunning procedure, Or entrapments. He rolls his eyes slowly in their sockets, before turning and looking back towards the others that were behind him. His gaze moving from one to the next, with the use of his Ultimate Eye, in order to see if there was anything that pointed out their intentions, and that he could notice as he looked at them during this time. So far though, he could see nothing that showed him what he wished to know. So then he simply waited for them to continue with what they were supposed to be doing. Even though he was unsure exactly what that was for the most part. Having only been here a few moments, and yet thought so much. Did not surprise Thantos in the least, though he had barely spoken but only because he was adjusting to the new area, and keeping a low profile until he knew exactly what was going on here. There was no reason for him to suddenly begin the attempts to drain their chakra, only because he grew bored, or hungry and they were there within reach. Opening his mouth slightly, a soft crack reasonates from his lower jaw as soon as he begins to close his jaw again. Nothing seemed to sure, about this place nor did training appear to be coming to a beginning in the future. Which appeared as an odd thing to him, seeing as he planned to continue on his way as soon as he could leave this village. There being no reason for him to have to stay and watch everyone else do something, and keep him standing in the dark. Not that he did not like the dark, this was mearly a different kind that he would have to deal with. Raising his arms and crossing them across his chest, Thantos continues waiting, wanting to see what was supposed to be going on with him here, more and more at each second that he had to stand here wondering about it himself. Finally, and with only a few more minutes having gone by, Thantos decides that this was the time for him to speak once again. "What the hell is going on here anyway? It seems that all we are doing is standing around, I could have sworn that I was promised some sort of training, or to be taught something. Instead I get this boring waiting as you all talk to each other like smug little childhood friends. Not only is it disgusting, it is boring as well. Lets get a move on!" He says, practically demanding the last sentence as he rolls his still inverted eyes at them once again. He was obviously growing bored because of being here, and it was not too fun for him to continue to just stand around, listening to other people talk to each other, and make him stand there listening. He wanted to either learn something or leave. Not sit around and do nothing. With every minute he was growing closer and closer, to simply attacking the people within this place, and making himself feel better in the process. With a slight sneer on his lips now, he continues standing there, with his arms crossed across his chest as he waits for someone to either make a move or start talking to him about the techniques or training he was supposed to be learning in the future. He growls a little to himself as he waits, not being very pasionate anymore about all this sort of dull and unexciting things that he was being forced to wait for.
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[All for making me wait. xd I'll end up writing more to this, if I have to wait longer. LMAO.]

"My, my. For someone you say is oh so strong, she appears oh so weak." He says, with a raise of an eyebrow as he looks over the sleeping dog, his Ultimate Eye, allowing him to cleanly see the chakra pulses that resonated weakly from it's being, making it obviously that of Ella, without him having to ask. Even so, what other being would one of her clones bring into the building in such a fashion. He chuckles a little sadistically as he looks over the animal without a second thought about it. Soon twisting his gaze to it's guardian, the lovely chakra radiating female, that looked oh so tasty in his opinion. Oh how he so loved the look of the chakra shifting about her, it was almost intoxicating. With a slight shift of his footing, he was almost instantly standing before Redemption with the body flicker skill. Currently inverted gaze shifting wickedly to be cast upon the dog as he smirks. "You know. I do not see why you insist on watching over the pup, if she can not look out for herself, and end up in such a way. But either way, it does not matter to me, she can probably look out for herself, when she returns to a better condition, but until now, she may as well just be dead." He says, with a sinister roll of his eyes, before bringing a hand instantly down towards the sleeping dog's form. Although, even if Redemption were to retaliate with a defensive attack, or a grab for his arm to stop him, it would be too late. Instead of attacking, he almost literally cast himself into the vapors of the air, his entire body seeming to break away starting with his finger tips of the seemingly attacking hand, and then continuing onwards up his arm, the particals scattering past his still solid body and into the air, as the breaking away of his solid form continued in order for him to become that of the simple vapor particals in the air, unseen by most gazes. When his body was completely gone, and only a slight whisp was seen, before that was gone as well. Thantos was suddenly standing back where he was, as if he had never moved to begin with his body still recreating itself, though this time it started with his head, piecing itself back together as if he were reforming strictly from the air. A twisted little corrupt smile lighting up on his face as he soon becomes fully pieced together. He then spins on his heel and begins walking away. "We'll keep in touch, let me know when Ella is not as weak as she appears to be now. She obviously could not keep up in the fight I had seen her in not too long ago, as sad as that is." He says, before chuckling and heading away towards the door, casting one final glance towards those inside the room. "I will be in the village, when that time comes. If you do not find me there, seek my out. Though keep in mind. I only wish to play.." He grins, before he takes the final steps out the door, to the side and out of sight. His bare back the last thing any of them will see as he moves away and out of their view.
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