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Shadow started screaming. This hell was unbearable! And he couldn't escape... It was all over for him... This was the end...

Sosetsu looked at Shadow and then over at a near by corner for just a split second and then turned back to shadow. He took a deep breath and then exhaled it out and dropped into what might be a stance that would fill him with fear. But Sosetsu wasn't going to kill him. He just wanted to show shadow and the other that was hiding what they were dealing with. And then is an instant Sostsu dashed forward to strike his tired opponent. "Eight Divination Signs, One-Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms of the Hand!" He shouted.

Hp:700
Cp:980-64=916

((Sosetsu is 10 levels higher than shadow so this taijutsu is an auto-hit.))

Shadow flew back hitting the ground with a loud thump. This treatment seemed all to familiar. The only plus to this was Shadow had fought Hyuuga's before, and they'd used this attack before. Shadow slowly got up grinning, a little blood coming from his mouth. His mind and health were just put through a large amount of strain, his vision was pretty blurred. When he got his barrings straight he noticed the man walking away. Shadow limping forward yelled "Wait you b*****d! I'm not done with you!" In his head he heard. Shadow, you fool stop! Shadow just nodded. <******** you. he replied to the fox. He wasn't in a mood for the foxes lectures, and he surely hated loosing to a filthy Hyuuga. Shadow, i've lent you much of my strength. Without me you'd be dead. And I can't let us die so... I'm sorry... At that moment the fox cut off part of Shadow's bloodline putting full strain from his enemy's Genjutsu on him. Shadow collapsing to his knees grabbed his head. In the distance he heard the flute playing. "DAMN YOU!" Shadow yelled trying to stand up. "I'LL KILL YOU!" After taking a few steps he fell back down. Huffing for breath he screamed and punched the ground as hard he could, leaving a hole in the dirt. After a few minutes of this he finally stood up. Looking from left to right he clenched his fist. "This isn't right... Kohona shouldn't be like this... This isn't how things are meant to be..." He began limping towards his old training grounds. He didn't know there was someone else (Nagi) listening, so he talked to himself. "Mark my words... I don't care if I get everyone to back me up, I don't care if i have to do this all on my own, I will win Kohona back. I will start, and win a revolution..." Shadow said out loud. "I swear it..." Shadow after that was silent, he just limped his way to the training grounds to hopefully see Aki and Inoka.
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HP:189
CP: Cut off))

Shiru ran through the alleys coveting the darkness as much as possible to keep the advantage on his side in his attempt to flee the captivity he'd befallen from the sudden attacks on the village. Having traversed a third of the inner village he stopped behind a couple of barrels in the alley and pulled a pouch from his hip, and flipped open the latch rummaging through the contents assessing what he had to work with.

"What the hell was this guy thinking...."

Sifting his fingers through the pouch he found 2 smoke grenades, 14 shuriken and 3 kunai. The lightest assortment of gear he'd seen probably ever, at the same time he could play it off to the fact that the guy he stripped this tool pouch from probably wasted most of his gear trying to catch him. Sighing lightly he flipped the latch back over and re-set everything to where it was on his hip, reaching up over his back with one hand with the other reaching around his hip he took hold of the katana that'd been passed down to him from his father, making sure it was secure to his back he set his hand to the ground and leaned out from behind the barrels and glanced down the alley focusing his eyes activating the sharingan. As soon as he did that his vision began to blur and his head felt like it was being split in two, causing him to grunt and slump back behind the barrels clutching his temples trying to push the pain back to the back of his mind. As he pushed the pain away, he opened his eyes to notice the sharingan fading away with it. Huffing lightly he stared at the ground holding his head still trying to think back and figure out what just happened. Flashes flushed through his mind, through the sights he'd seen, scattered tables with miscellaneous bodies, most of them covered in white sheets spattered with blood, most of it focused around the head of the sheet. A small tray with an odd assortment of utensils presumably used in the investigation of the doujutsu bloodlines. The flashes of thoughts flowing more vivaciously and spluratic, the last few images were of a shadowed figure leaning over him bringing himself closer and closer with each breath as the breathing intensified as the figure lowered a metallic object nearer and nearer to Shiru's eye. As if to blink, the image faded, now the view standing free from the table, with blood askewn across the walls, with one more lifeless body added to the mix. The thoughts stopping abruptly Shiru returned to his current state of mind staring at his feet still. He huffed lightly, his eyes wide from returning to reality, to a still unpleasent sight. A ninja stood before him, his eyes shone from beneath the veil that he wore around his face down at Shiru, with distain and irritation. As the ninja reached out to grab Shiru by the scruff of his neck, he spun his foot up to kick the ninja's hand up while using the momentum to swing his body up into a moonsault onto the barrel he'd previously been hiding behind. As he got his feet partially set onto the barrel he leapt straight back down at the ninja swinging his foot violently. To be easily warded off while having his calf gripped between his grubby fingers, thinking as quickly as he could he swung his fist around to strike the ninja's face, yet countered again and hold fast. Both hands occupied, Shiru clenched his muscles in his leg as he swung as fiercly as he could kneeing the ninja under the chin. If anyone were to be within a few meters, they'd hear the crash of teeth together, in an almost sickening crunch. Dropped from the ninja's grip Shiru took a few steps back huffing lightly. Physically and mentally fatigued, his vision continued to blur, even without straining to use the sharingan. Staggering lightly Shiru shook his head to shake the exhaustion away, to no avail. Though the ninja was bloodied, it didn't hinder him the slightest, and to Shiru's surprise, he wasn't as easy a match as he'd come off to him from the last assault. As Shiru blinked to refocus his eyes the ninja was already two paces from Shiru with a fist mid swing at him. Tensing every muscle in his body he tried to shift himself to evade the blow, to be met with a fist skidding across his cheek knocking him back and sideways into the barrels and over the corner flipping onto his stomach. Coughing heavily feeling the pain serging from his cheek from the blow he rose with his elbows only slightly before being grabbed by the collar of his vest and yanked to his feet causing him to choke and cough more violently. Wincing as he opened one of his eyes he felt a short jerk of motion from the man taking his grip from his collar to the sudden force of a knee to the side of his abdomen striking the underside of his rib at the same time. Flung from the alley Shiru skidded across the ground now laying on his back as he struggled to prop himself up on his elbows, coughing lightly with a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth and a cut across his cheek from where he was punched. The ninja slowly stepped through the alley towards Shiru as he rolled to his side and used what strength he felt remained to stand himself up staggering faintly before straightening his stance. As the ninja drew closer, Shiru's thoughts splashed all over his mind trying to think of what to do now, he didn't want to return to the hell he'd come from, nor did he want things to end now, after fighting to get to where he is now. Clapping his hands together forming a handseal he focused his thoughts and opened his eyes staring dead at the approaching ninja. As the sharingan activated, Shiru felt his body go numb as his eyes drooped and everything went black to him.

Shiru came to into the darkness, he could see a girl, faded and seemingly static as she came in and out of his sight. His first thoughts made his heart jump, he felt he was done for, that the girl he loved long ago was waiting for him, to join her again, in the after life. Stepping slowly towards the girl, she seemed to keep her distance no matter what pace he was at. He began to run at her, hoping to catch her, slowly she began to come into focus, slowly turning to face him. As he drew close, she drew into focus, and reaching out her hand Inoka smiled out to Shiru. Glinching his teeth Shiru threw his hand out to Inoka's, as he was to grab hers, it faded and everything around him burst away leaving him back into the darkness.

Shiru opened his eyes slowly, the feeling in his body slowly returning, to feel something warm on his hands, warm, but wet. As his eyes focused, his hands were clutched around the hilt of his fathers katana, arms forcably locked foward, with the end of his blade lodged in the throat of the ninja, his eyes rolled up and faded faintly from the natural glow. That image melted into his mind, Shiru felt his body fade from him again as he fell back into the darkness, this time there was not more thoughts just black....

[He's not dead neutral Just uhm... Unconcious in the middle of Konoha sweatdrop .... Help? rofl You better like this Sky, I spent a lot of sleeping time posting this crying ]

[ Lol I know, Also, This is what Shiru looks like after the whole time skip and stuff, it's exactly how I wanted him to look [[ or damn close to what I wanted him to look like rofl ]]]

Shiru flinched lightly as his body reacted to feeling someone picking him up. His eyes suddenly shot open his sharingan immediately fading to the dull blue. Spinning from Shadows grasp he dropped down to his knees with a hand on the ground to hold himself up as the other was stretched out ready to react to any given situation. Huffing lightly his body swayed still weak making it hard to focus, steadying himself the best he could he focused hard to see Shadow's face momentarily before his eyes blurred again and he slumped down into the dirt taking a deep breath in a sigh of relief seeing he didn't have to struggle any further for the moment.


[Also, I don't remember where i posted it sweatdrop but I posted Shiru's new look, he also has a scar across his face (most likely from his escape effort formentioned where he first blacked out, undoubtedly from the untensil being suddenly ripped past his eye striking his face? neutral Lets go with that, the wound isn't deep or anything, but it'll be there for a few years to come xd ]

Shiru huffed heavily furrowing his brows irritably at the introduction.

"I'm laying face first in the dirt, could we maybe save the introductions for a better time and location...."

He continued to huff lightly, trying to regain his strength as quickly as possible to keep moving anywhere.

[Short, lost a train of thought and got a call from a friend, so this is my post.]