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Itachi was on his way to the exit, but Clemento's comments arroused his curiosity. Before he even turned to face Clemento he began to speak in a cold tone. Regardless of what words were about to flow sacastically from his mouth, the tone from his only suggested that the only thing on his mind was a painful death for this young man.
"What was that? Would you like to see if your capable of killing me? I said i wouldnt kill you...but if I leave you on the verge of death that means i never actually killed you. Lets see if you got what it takes to "Kill" me!"
Itachi slowly turned to the man, his long flowing hair covered his face like a veil, only Itachi's piercing gaze of death, could be seen from his face. Itachi's aura filled the area, only the condesending feeling death looming overhead could be felt. His very presence was enough to steal the breath away from the mightiest of warriors. Slowly Itachi A devilish smirk appeared on Itachi's face. It was very faint, but Itachi's left eye could be seen twitching. Slowly his fingertips snaked thier way up Itachi's coat until they got to the top button, he began to unbutton his coat. With every button that was undone the tension in the air grew thicker. As Itachi reached the last button, he opened the jacket and slid his arms from it. Itachi then tossed his coat to the side, totally discarding it. His legendary katana, that was hidden from site with the coat was now exposed. Itachi was now ready to fight. The room was filled with a perpetual silence, the only thing that could be heared was something that was similar to death breathing down the back of your neck. The last time this spine-shivering sensation could be felt comming from Itachi was the time he Slaughtered his very own clan.
Itachi began to walk towards his opponent, the area was so silent that his steps echoed throught it. Itachi's right arm slowly lifted up as he reached over his right shoulder, his hands were guided to the hilt of his Katana. Once he had a grasp of it he slowly unsheathed the highly polished blade he cherished so much, the slightest hum was emmited from the blade as it slided out of its sheathe. Itachi held it at his side, the tip of his blade, scratched at the ground, as small trail of dust followed the blade. Though the blade itself was so clean and highly decorated it held the stench of blood, countless lives where taken by this blade...including the lives of Itachi's clan. Clemento should be honered for not only seeing this weapon, but for being aknowleged as a fighter by Itachi. Now that the tension was at it's maximum Itachi was ready to attack...
"What was that? Would you like to see if your capable of killing me? I said i wouldnt kill you...but if I leave you on the verge of death that means i never actually killed you. Lets see if you got what it takes to "Kill" me!"
Itachi slowly turned to the man, his long flowing hair covered his face like a veil, only Itachi's piercing gaze of death, could be seen from his face. Itachi's aura filled the area, only the condesending feeling death looming overhead could be felt. His very presence was enough to steal the breath away from the mightiest of warriors. Slowly Itachi A devilish smirk appeared on Itachi's face. It was very faint, but Itachi's left eye could be seen twitching. Slowly his fingertips snaked thier way up Itachi's coat until they got to the top button, he began to unbutton his coat. With every button that was undone the tension in the air grew thicker. As Itachi reached the last button, he opened the jacket and slid his arms from it. Itachi then tossed his coat to the side, totally discarding it. His legendary katana, that was hidden from site with the coat was now exposed. Itachi was now ready to fight. The room was filled with a perpetual silence, the only thing that could be heared was something that was similar to death breathing down the back of your neck. The last time this spine-shivering sensation could be felt comming from Itachi was the time he Slaughtered his very own clan.
Itachi began to walk towards his opponent, the area was so silent that his steps echoed throught it. Itachi's right arm slowly lifted up as he reached over his right shoulder, his hands were guided to the hilt of his Katana. Once he had a grasp of it he slowly unsheathed the highly polished blade he cherished so much, the slightest hum was emmited from the blade as it slided out of its sheathe. Itachi held it at his side, the tip of his blade, scratched at the ground, as small trail of dust followed the blade. Though the blade itself was so clean and highly decorated it held the stench of blood, countless lives where taken by this blade...including the lives of Itachi's clan. Clemento should be honered for not only seeing this weapon, but for being aknowleged as a fighter by Itachi. Now that the tension was at it's maximum Itachi was ready to attack...
