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“I am really happy you look up to me so much. But I am not that powerful a person. The reason I left Japan was to run away: to run away wholeheartedly, from Dad-------- and that woman, to somewhere far, far away. I didn’t want to have anything to do with the Siedo family. I didn’t even think about taking revenge on our Old Man until he called me.”
“So then, why?”
”About this…… All I can say is that I have a lot of difficulties!”
Faced with such innocent questioning, Yukimura tried to get his way out of it, as the content was not suitable for innocent kids like Akira.
“A lot of difficulties?”
“Anyways, it was just a lot…… Speaking of which, the last time I was in China Mainland, I met the Dragon King-----“
“A lot of difficulties-----“
“Listen to me properly! That happened in Summit Province…”
Akira eventually forgot his original question. Without even realizing it, he had become indulged in the stories. Yukimura let out a sigh of relief deep within his heart, while continuing to exaggerate his adventures overseas.
After coaxing the excited Akira to sleep, Yukimura finally laid on his end of the bed. He fell asleep as soon as he rested his head on the pillow, but his resting period ended in the blink of an eye.
“------------------------“
Yukimura was awakened by an evil presence, and jumped off the bed quickly. Right at that instant, he sensed that there was some black object passing by slowly below his feet.
(This is-------!)
Yukimura steped onto the trembling floor, and headed into Akira’s room.
“Akira! Are you awake!?”
“Yes!”
Akira woke up a long ago and was wearing his shoes. Despite his young age, he is still a Siedo Jitsushi, and there was no way he could have failed to notice such a strong ominous presence of chakra.
“What is happening!?”
“Some idiot sliced the whole tower! We must escape now!”
Yukimura grabbed Akira up without explaining, and ran towards the window.
“Wait…… Wait a second, nii-sama…… Don’t tell me…”
Yukimura answered Akira’s question with action. A gust of wind broke the glass of the window. Yukimura jumped out of the exit he made without hesitation.
Needless to say, he was hugging Akira throughout the whole process.
Naturally, there was nothing at the other end of the exit. The light of dawn shone upon Earth’s surface, which seemed so hopelessly far away.
The fear in Akira was transformed into sounds from his mouth.
“Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
His cry was left far behind, as the two descended at such a speed. Akira shut his eyes tightly.
But just before they violently smashed into the ground, a gentle wind caught them. Yukimura had skillfully changed his posture, with his legs landing perfectly.
“Hey, we reached our destination.”
Yukimura lightly knocked Akira who held on tightly to him, and informed him that they have already reached the ground. Akira opened his fearful eyes, and looked at the surroundings.
“Nii……Nii-sama…… Am I still alive……?”
“The real trouble only starts now.”
Akira stood on his own two feet, lifting his head to look up, and what he saw was unbelievable.
(The tower is falling from the sky……?)
The tower was cut about one-third its height from the top and was sliding down from the place it was cut. A building of about a hundred meters in height is falling down from a height of two hundred meters. This is just like a giant meteor dropping into Earth, a catastrophe beyond human comprehension.
.-----Some idiot sliced the whole tower-----
What Yukimura said flashed into Akira’s mind once more.
(This…… was done by a human……?)
Those unlucky people who were at where the building broke off were like abandoned puppets, dropping down one by one. The only fortunate thing is that they probably had no time to even be afraid as their bodies were sliced, leaving the upper part indicating that it was a piece of flesh that no longer has any life in it.
“Don’t move recklessly.”
In order to defend against the fall of the building, Yukimura released a kekkai of wind. Akira held on tightly to the lower end of Yukimura’s jacket in reflex.
The next moment----
Kadoong……Bam……
The remains of the gigantic building slammed onto the ground violently.
The nightmarishly smooth cutting point brought about a disaster. The upper portion of the tower that fell until it reached the ground remained in its original upright position. The people who spent their night in that portion of the tower must have fully enjoyed the ecstasy of a free-fall of two hundred meters. Akira saw countless shadows at the windows, their faces distorted from the fear and despair; or was he imagining it?
“……Argh……”
The tower that fell at a horrifying speed was totally smashed out of shape. And with that, the kinetic energy obtained during the freefall was released in all directions.
Countless pieces ------ objects of about ten meters ----- flew towards the two, who were at close range, located right in the centre of the impact. These pieces were equivalent to bombs flying at high speed, and all of them were forcefully blocked by Yukimura’s kekkai of wind.
Yukimura did not continue to stay where he was, but instead used the force of the explosion to fly up into the sky. The spherical kekkai skillfully dissolved the impact, and they floated back to a safe distance.
“……Ah……Ah……”
Looking at where the tower was, Akira moaned.
Dust was everywhere, thus the actual scene could not be seen. But------
In those eyes that were looking up, one could see the despair in them. The dust flew no higher than fifty meters, but there was nothing left above that. The lower portion of the tower which was originally safe from harm was no longer there.
The high rise building, famed to be the tallest in Japan, Yokohama‘s LANDMARK TOWER was totally destroyed.
(This…… This cannot be…… This kind of thing……)
Unable to look at the scene directly, Akira shifted his line of vision, and looked down, just to notice the floor around him.
Perhaps it was done by the flying pieces, countless holes were made in the blacktop. The number of people lying down in the area was uncountable.
Even though it was dawn, at an area so near to the government organization, it was impossible that there was no one moving about. White collar people who left home early in the morning, teenagers going for their morning jog, newspaper distributors and such, they were all hit directly by concrete pieces, and were all lying on the floor, moaning.
The blood pool that soaked the road continued to spread out further, they were too weak to escape from the jaws of death, and yet they were still not dead yet------ or rather, they were unable to die yet.
Those who stayed in the tower might have been more fortunate, at least, they can go without pain.
Akira buried his face into Yukimura’s back, and held on tight with his trembling hands. He felt as though all those people who were moaning in pain were looking at him, blaming him, and he could not bear to watch it any further.
“What a big mess he made.”
After landing on the floor, Yukimura mumbled as though this has nothing to do with him.
“This…… is the enemies’ Fu-Jutsushi……?”
“Maybe.”
“Can’t…… Can’t this be stopped? If it was you, nii-sama……”
“Ah------ Nope, I can’t interfere with the wind that guy controls.”
Hearing Yukimura say it so simply, Akira seemed shocked and doubtful.
“That cannot be? Because nii-sama, you are……”
“Yeah, that is the reason I am guessing, perhaps there is someone like me.”
Akira was unable to say anything, his pale expression shivered slightly. This cannot be blamed. To have to fight against this kind of enemy, even the Siedo family-----
“Don’t look so pitiful. Don’t worry; it is not like that in reality.”
Being caressed on the head by Yukimura, Akira gave a relieved smile, but it changed into one of doubt in a moment.
“So then, why is that? You should know already don’t you?
“Yea, after what just happened, I think I am beginning to understand what is going on.”
Yukimura grabbed his fist tightly, and hit one of the pieces of concrete with its steel reinforcing bars stabbed into the floor at the side, with great force.
The seemingly durable piece of the building was smashed into bits, together with its steel foundation, and the piece of rubble flew out like a bullet, chopping down the only remaining streetlight.
“How dare you joke with me like this…… I shall let you know that there are some things in the world that must never be done……”
Looking at his enraged brother, Akira began to shiver in fear. He was glad, from the bottom of his heart, that Yukimura’s fury was not directed towards himself.
“Hmph…… So he’s here? Get further away from me.”
Sensing the approaching of the enemy, Yukimura gave his orders to Akira.
“Nii……Nii-sama……”
“Don’t worry. There is only one enemy, and there is no room for you in this battle. Just wait in that corner over there, I will come and get you once this is over.”
“You…… You are sure to win, right? Nii-sama?"
“Leave it to me. Your brother is invincible!”
Yukimura raised his fist with the thumb sticking up without even turning his head as wind surrounded his body, taking up to the sky. Akira watched the back view of his confident brother with total belief.
Seeing the batch of youchakra right before his eyes, Yukimura felt endless fear. A youma(妖魔) of this level should be locked in the deepest depths of Hell, even if it is not, it should not be released onto the surface.
But Yukimura did not reveal this kind of thought. He spoke in a very natural manner.
“Hi, thanks for your kind hospitality a while ago------ I believe this is the first time I've met you in person?”
“That thing” remained silent, no matter whether it could talk, its attitude could not be more obvious. To place such a cold desire to kill in front of him, so cold it would make one feel as though he was trapped in an ice cavern, even an untrained person could mistake it.
(Strike before it does!!)
Yukimura fired a gust of powerful wind without warning. He did not go easy on him; in fact, he could not go easy on him. He intended to maintain this relentless attack until the enemy was destroyed, and so he continuously released gusts of wind.
But, the reaction of his opponent changed suddenly. An ominous premonition made him shift to one side at top speed---- a black wind went through the place where he just was.
Even though he was bounced off by the shockwave, Yukimura knew the true identity of the black wind clearly.
The strength to be able to push Yukimura’s wind back, and such ominous aura, there could be no doubt.
“Such unorthodoxy…”
The enemy was clearly stronger than Yukimura. But even so, Yukimura could not give in, as a Jutsushi, there was no room for such unorthodoxy to exist.
(Should I reveal my true strength? After all Akira already knows…)
Just as he set his mind to it, Akira’s screams reached the Yukimura’s ears.
“Wahhh! Nii…… Nii-sama! Nii------“
“Akira----!? Damn it!”
The broken-off scream disrupted Yukimura’s concentration, and the opponent did not let this chance slip by. A black wind graced past Yukimura’s throat, if he did not notice it in time, his head would have undoubtedly separated from his body.
Pressing on the wound on his throat, Yukimura was shocked.
(How can there be another person-----? This should not be possible-----Ah!)
Yukimura had completely forgotten, the black wind not only does not obey Yukimura’s will, it could even hide others in its presence.
This was a careless mistake that could not be forgiven, as the ambusher was now retreating, taking Akira with him.
But Yukimura could not give chase, because if he did not keep his mind on the monster just in front of him, he is sure to die. Understanding that all the more, Yukimura could not take any action.
“Damn! Akira! Stay alive!”
Yukimura removed Akira from his mind, and concentrated on how to eliminate the foe before him.
The wind began to shine with an azure glow. The black wind retreated as though it was fearful of that glow.
(I am so gonna kill you-----!)
As Yukimura gathered the azure wind into a power to be fired out-----
“That thing” lifted the edges of its lips slightly into a smirk, and then in front of Yukimura’s stunned eyes, disappeared slowly.
“----------!!”
Yukimura raised his head to look into the sky, even though he knew that the enemy was flying upwards at a high speed----- but that was all. He had no way of catching up, nor could he use his wind to follow, and he could no longer sense the presence of Akira by now.
“I was being played with completely-------“
Yukimura mumbled faintly, and then walked out from the battlefield-like ruins of the tower.
(Wait for me, Akira! I will definitely save you-----)
Yukimura put on a completely clueless expression as he walked past the police and fire-fighters who gathered, mixing into the crowds as he headed towards the docks.

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Ginsa wheeled Nunally through the entrance of Hidden Soul while Lileth and Torrest ran ahead, both wide mouthed in amazement. Nunnally smiled towards them with her head cocked a bit. Lileth watched as angel like beings seemed to drift through the village but Nunally knew from past experience is was just the type of jutsu here that gives them their angelic aura. Torrest however was interested in the demonic looking ninja drifting here and there within the village, he just wanting to fly as well, hopping up and down a bit. "Now Torrest, Lileth. There are three techniques that you both should learn. Torrest, go find a man that can teach you a technique called Forsaken. He shall tell you the details there. As for you Lileth, go and find someone willing to teach you the techniques Fear Me, Angel's Harp, and Melody 4. Those three techniques alone can help you increase your abilities as a genjutsuist. Now go you two. Time is wasting for you both to learn these techniques. Especially you Torrest, you should finish before or at the same time as Lileth depending on if you get distracted or not. Now run along," said Nunally as she waved a hand outwards, a cheerful smile upon her face as Lileth and Torrest jumped forwards, disappearing from sight in a matter of seconds. Ginsa leaned forwards towards Nunally and asked, "Lady Nunally, are you sure that it would be safe for them to travel alone? It is quite dangerous and we usually travel in groups," asked Ginsa, no real emotion sounding in his voice or showing upon his face. Nunally looked towards Ginsa with a face, with only a small giggle as an answer, obviously, she had it handled.

Torrest ran through the devil like shinobi whom have allowed themselves to be taken over by the darkness of their hearts in order to become stronger than their foes. However, many of them stopped to watch the idiotic theatrics of Torrest running through the streets. Suddenly, Torrest slammed hard into a pole, making some of the shinobi flinch while other just laughed. Torrest pulled himself from the pole which was bent due to the force of the collision and Torrest started laughing at the pole because of it's awkward shape. But then Torrest kicked at the outside bent angle and the inside upper part in a scissor kick, bending the pole back to it's normal shape. Torrest landed upon on hand, doing a single hand stand before pushing himself back to his feet in a short hop. Looking around, he saw a man making seals with his blood which got Torrest interested and then walked up to the man. "You man that knows Forsaken," asked Torrest in the worst manner of the used language that was even considered humanly possible. The man looked at Torrest a bit before saying, "If you mean, if I could teach you the techniques, then yes. I can," said the man as he set the seal down upon the table. Even though it was not complete, he would finish it another time. "First, you will need a clean sealing paper or else it would be completely ruined," said the man as he handed Torrest a clean piece of paper. After pulling out his own, the man bit his thumb to draw blood to use for the seal. "Now child, you are to draw the kanji for the techniques you want your opponent to be forced to use and then apply the blood upon them. It would not matter if the blood is smeared but I assure you that your opponent will be forced to use one type of attack. For example," said the man as he wrote upon the seal, "if I write the word Ninjutsu upon this seal and apply it upon you, you will be forced to use only ninjutsu techniques." Torrest backed up a bit with a look on his face before saying, "No, no. I-I do not like Ninjutsu. My momma always says that ninjutsu is a demon art. I do not want to be a demon." The man laughed as he had heard this and then leaned forwards, saying, "Child, using Ninjutsu does not make you a demon, only certain ninjutsu can do that. But this, my child, can still be used without you being a devil. Trust me." Torrest picked up the seal and felt it was a bit leathery, making it easy to be cleaned with water when need be so long as the blood did not dry for too long after being applied. Torrest smiled as he turned to leave but the man lifted a hand and called out towards the mentally challenged man. "Actually, since you seem so keen on Taijutsu as your physical body says you are, why not try out this technique I have. It is a real killer," said the man with a smile. He threw Torrest some bandage wrap and instructed the taijutsu retard to wrap it around his hands and arms but just enough so he can quickly unwrap it to wrap around his opponent. Torrest did as he was told as the man stood up and then walked towards a dummy he had set up for such an occasion and took in a deep breath. Suddenly, the man lunged forwards, kicking straight into the dummy, causing it to fly high into the air. The man crouched the jump but disappeared using the speed to be able to literally appear right underneath the dummy which was probably about a few miles higher than the ground. Torrest watched as the dummy started to fly higher, up near the stratosphere if not near it. Suddenly, the man appeared upon the ground near Torrest and quickly pulled down upon the bandages, causing the dummy to plummet back towards the each, actually heating up due to friction of the air molecules slamming upon his person as it descended towards the ground. As the dummy was about to hit the earth, Torrest run under it and then kicked upwards, using the Cannon kick, to send it flying back upwards towards the sky, ripping free from the wraps that it had been wrapped in when the man first kicked it while being wrapped by Torrest's instead. Torrest suddenly disappeared in that position, having kicked off the ground to get close to the dummy before kicking it hard in the torso region, sending it straight into the stratosphere like the man if not lower. Torrest suddenly appeared upon the ground a ring of dust appearing around him before Torrest pulled down upon the bandages, causing the dummy to, once more, start to heat up upon entry, nearly burning the bandages off. As it nearly hit the ground, Torrest came from the side and kneed it, causing a tiger image to appear around the impact zone before the dummy was sent flying outwards into the distance where it would more than likely never to be seen again especially since the bandages broke upon the impact of the Tiger's knee. Torrest smiled to himself as he watched the man clap and walk back to his seat. But Torrest then remembered that Nunally wanted him to come back to the group as soon as he was finished and then started running as fast as he could to reach them without really running into anyone but into a lot of every things.

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Lileth moved through the village, wondering where the hell she could find someone that could teach her the techniques that Nunally had instructed her to find. As she continued, she heard someone playing a harp and figured that was the person that she had to fin to learn her first technique, Angel's Harp. Stopping next to a building's doorway, Lileth knocked on the door. There was no answer but only music and then knocked again, but this time harder. It seemed the person heard her this time as the harp stopped being played. Lileth waited there by the door before it slightly opened. A small woman appeared in the crack, looking outwards towards Lileth asking, "Who are you?" "My name is Lileth and I have come to learn from this village. I was told that there was a few techniques that can be utilized by playing the harp so I came here hoping to learn how to play," said Lileth with a smile upon her face. The woman looked around Lileth before opening the door wider and pulling the girl in. Lileth nearly tripped as she was pulled into the house and looked at the woman as she quickly closed the door. "Welcome to my home. Now, lets find you a nice travel size harp to get you started," said the woman. The lady seemed a bit nervous as well as paranoid as she kept looking around her, especially towards the windows, as if expecting someone to break in and attack. Lileth walked around the room before finding an extra seat and then pulled it up to the rather large floor harp before sitting down. "Ah, here it is," said the woman as she opened a closest door and there were various harps of all sizes. The woman took one down before handing it towards Lileth who gladly accepted it before plucking at some of the strings to see if it was tuned. The instrument was divine in the way it sounded. "Alright Lileth. I shall teach you the basics and one melody but then you must be off. Having someone here for too long will probably get me noticed," said the woman. Then, she plucked her harp with a few chords before looking towards Lileth to copy her. Lileth did exactly as her teacher showed her and the woman smiled, but it didn't look very pleasing to anyone who would probably be passing by. Lileth watched as the woman then started to play a few more notes and then requested Lileth to play behind her in exactly the same way, trying to match her. Lileth nodded and then started copying the woman, being only one note behind and it actually did not sound too bad. It was just like that song, "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" in a sense. About four minuets later, Lileth had finished the song and the woman leaned back in her chair saying, "That song you learned is called Melody 4. Now be flight of foot and leave here. Do not attract to much attention to yourself as you now also know Fear Me, a powerful technique that stops all genjutsu cancelers from affecting your genjutsu. Now go," said the woman as she pushed Lileth out the door. Lileth turned to thank the woman for her teachings but the door had already closed and Lileth shrugged before heading back to the group after wards with the harp in her hands.

10584 + 1816 (This post) - 5000 (Forsaken (x2) + Trumpet of the King) - 2000 (Angel's Harp + Melody 4 + Fear Me) = 5400

(Back to my own little SL for my character)

Yukimura had returned to the village and he could see that they had not yet recovered from the damage he and his father had cause during their last visit.
(This isn’t to good)
Yukimura exited the boat to the Summit and then gean to walk towards the front gates to his village.When he was within ten meters from the front door
“Yu….. Yukimura !?”
Yukimura looked at the guardsman who was screaming in shock with a displeased look on his face.
(Too slow.)
He mumbled in his heart. Even though they were on high alert, they only realized that he was here at this kind of distance? They are really useless.
But, the speedy reaction of the other party was perhaps worthy of praise! After hearing the guardsman’s shout, the jutsushis that were spread out at different corners on stand-by rushed over one by one
Within seconds, Yukimura became surrounded by at least ten jutsu practitioners.
“Get the clan chief out.”
Yukimura arrogantly commanded, completely ignoring the killing intent from all directions.
“We have already come out to get the door, you should be grateful.”
(These guys seem to want to pick a fight with me.)
Even though he knew this was just a taunt, Yukimura did not want to bear with it at all; frankly speaking, Yukimura became furious.
Ever since he had come back to Japan, he had met with a series of unhappy events. First of all, he was dragged between the fight between the Siedo clan and the mystery man, and then he fell into the mystery man’s trap, having Akiraabducted right before his very eyes. Now in order to convey this news, he has no choice but to force himself to come to the Siedo household, which he swore never to come close to ever again.
All of this has stressed Yukimura’s nerves, resulting in his extreme annoyance. It did not matter who it was, but he just wanted to find someone and beat him up. If one sentence could be used to describe how he feels now, it would most probably be as mentioned above!
And now at this place, just so coincidentally there were a bunch of idiots, as if saying “Please punch me”, standing in rows waiting for him to do it. There was no reason to give up the opportunity.
One of the idiots stood out to break the stalemate, he might have been someone that Yukimura used to know, but at this point of time, Yukimura thought that there was no need to verify any one of them anymore.
“In this extraordinary time period, you think that you can stand in front of us and beg for mercy…?”
While he said that, it looked like he was fighting to the death at trying to control his near-erupted fury.
Not trying to waste any time, Yukimura slowly opened his mouth and said.
“Although I said to summon the Kage … it seems like I wasn’t heard?”
“You!”
Crrackk!
With a sound of a blunt object, while the one jutsushi was angrily firing away Iceballs, not one of the other jutsu practitioners saw the incoming attack from Yukimura – it was like a giant using an uppercut punch – the jutsushi was sent into the air. His chin was pummeled to pieces and he lost the strength to even open his mouth, which spit out blood mixed with broken teeth
The jutsu practitioners began to retreat in disbelief. They had never seen an attack method like Yukimura’s before. But while also realizing this, the battle had already begun, and so they started to collect their fighting spirit.
Of course the goal of Yukimura’s visit was not to fight. It just seemed like someone inside of his mind was continuously saying that this world would be better off if all those idiots were to die. Yukimura let that voice persuade him, and he forgot what he came to do.
[Fist of Air] — — blocks of air that are highly compressed and sent forth at the speed of sound. The instant before contact, about 100 points of air is compressed into 1 point instantaneously — — and while pointing at a certain direction — — it is recoiled to its original state like a spring, with the strength of force far exceeding a professional boxer’s finishing blow. The jutsu practitioners could not do anything as one after another was knocked down.
Yukimura put out a string of continuing combos — — attacking targets without regards to accuracy, as long as the air bombs flew in the general direction, they even ended up digging up the surface and fracturing the wall. The people that were standing were completed knocked down and left helpless on the ground.
Yukimura still had his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, standing there all alone. People that were able to stand and stop him were nowhere to be found.
The jutsu practitioners were all knocked down on the ground; some had broken lower jaws, some had sunken noses that continuously spewed out blood, and some were moaning about with serious internal damage. They were all laying around in many different positions, but the common point was that all of them had no fighting capabilities remaining.
Even though knocking down this 10 or so jutsu practitioners didn’t even take 30 seconds, Yukimura’s expression did not have the feeling of arrogance. He simply accepted this landslide difference in strength, thinking this kind of thing happening as logical certainty.
But, that expression unexpectedly became pensive.
“…Doh…”
Not seeing one uninjured person, Yukimura finally realized that he had committed a deadly mistake.
“I thought carefully, and then communicated clearly to these people, so that this kind of situation would not have happened…”
Before this, a phone call would have probably had accomplished his goal. Also, there was no need to talk directly with the Kage . Even if he had suddenly met him, in such a short time’s notice he wouldn’t have known what to say. This time it was only because Akira was captured in front of his own eyes, making him waver, also — —
“Also I, would very much like to come back, huh?”
This place was what I called home in the past. I thought I had already abandoned this place and yet I have returned.
Yukimura shook his head, breaking his thought pattern, fearing a deepening of questing will recall quite an unhappy answer.
“Hey, wake up. Don’t fall asleep on me!”
Yukimura , in order to change his mood, yelled and kicked the less hurt and younger jutsu practitioner. But the jutsu practitioner weakly opened and slowly closed his eyes, as he realized the extreme pain, and so he allowed Yukimura to do what he liked.
“— — Damn!”
Yukimura abhorrently threw him away and started walking towards the main door. He moved forward directly towards the door, without a care of whether he stepped on the ground or a practitioner.
The door was already opened, because the people that opened the door had already been defeated; thus the door being opened was a logical occurrence. And beyond the door, was an area where two times the amount of jutsu practitioners were waiting. So at the same time when Yukimura stood in front of the door, 30 lines of Ice arrived to kill him.
Honng!
That enormous amount of heat that transformed into plasma completely surrounded Yukimura . The light from the heat was enough to burn even the eyes. The jutsu practitioners started to believe they had won.
(We killed him!)
(If it’s like this and he’s still not dead — —)
(— — no human could survive that!)
But then, in the dissipating Ice, they saw something they couldn't believe.
“Wh, What?”
Surrounded by a bluish/greenish white flame, there was Yukimura , safely inside.
“So boring…”
Yukimura ,without any elaborate procedures, waved his hand, removing the collected strength of 30 people’s Ices. The strength of the Ice and heat completely did not harm a single hair of Yukimura .
“Impossible… Is that guy a chakra god… ?”
Now the jutsu practitioners were so shocked, it appeared that they had even forgotten to breath. If they looked calmly, they might have been able to see that the matter separating Yukimura and the flames was a thin layer of air.
High level jutsu-shi can even surpass the laws of physics. No matter if it is an enjutsu-shi or a fuujutsu-shi: igniting a Ice where there is no oxygen and blocking the heat transfered in the air is not impossible.
Yukimura had complete control of the surrounding air inside this space; compared with laws of physics, his will had primacy. No matter how large the amount of heat, it could not be transferred to Yukimura’s body.
The requirements in order to be a first rate jutsu practitioner is not strength of the spells, nor the knowledge and technique, but the willpower; to deny the present reality and have the《willpower》to construct one’s own fantasy world.
Magic, Jutsu comes from mixing your own will into《Initial Principle》, then simply create new laws to control the effects.
It requires a constructed system of the《World》, and then rewriting the procedures and change it into reality.
In other words, in order to transfer the flames to Yukimura , one would need a stronger will in comparison to what Yukimura employed to deny the laws of physics. So what is needed is to use an even stronger will to deny the《Yukimura’s fabricated Laws》.
Realistically speaking, if you don’t have a belief of《Will burn you up》that’s stronger than Yukimura’s belief of《I won’t get burned》 then nothing will be achieved.
Since this was not achieved, it could be said that Yukimura’s will was greater than the sum of the will of those 30 people combined.
“Impossible… impossible…”
The jutsu practitioners mumbled with shocked looks.
It ought to be said that they can only mumble.
The reasons for the ineffectual jutsu spell they understood; in fact, they understood it well, just like they understood things such as arms and legs.
Of course, they did not consider Yukimura’s existence as that beyond common sense, but only considered him as a first-class spiritual jutsu practitioner. And from that point of view, it was that Yukimura only commanded a huge wind spirit.
Yukimura’s strength had already surpassed what they previously considered, completely achieving another dimension; the difference was clear.
But Yukimura didn’t proceed to counterattack the jutsu practitioners; naturally it was not to forgive them, but it was just that from the start, he wanted to simply ignore the practitioners from the branch families.
Because of the practitioners, Yukimura began to recall the days he spent for 18 years in this mansion; memories of a home that contained almost no happiness. No matter whom, they all disregarded him, even to the point of ignoring his existence. Inside such an excessive clan, people that kindly accepted him were almost nonexistent.
But no matter what kind of persecution Yukimura received, he began to feel a sort of homesickness; after all, it’s the place of his roots.
(That’s right… I have returned here…)
Kazyma could do anything but admit this thought. Even if he was looked down upon, and bullied, he was still able to be protected here. From society, from the responsibilities of living alone, he, who was a child back then, was protected.
However, to yearn for someone to protect him, that was weakness, escapism, and running away from reality.
Even though Yukimura admited that the weakness, which he should have had already abandoned since four years ago, still lingered within him, but this was something that made him feel depressed.
(In conclusion, I can't allow this home to continue existing)
Yukimura was assaulted by large amounts of《unhappiness》 and started blaming the roots of his evils — — of course by his own stubborn decision — — on the Siedo main family. He came to the decision to crush it with his own hands.
Following Yukimura’s will, an even bigger wind spirit was summoned; condensing within his palm was a wind pressure that could challenge a typhoon.
If he would release all of it, all things within a radius of 200 meters would be destroyed in a blink of an eye. The practitioners had already prepared for thoughts of death.
At this moment, Yukimura completely forgot about the Siedo clan or the people living close by; he only thought to erase the annoying things right in front of his eyes.
Even Yukimura himself did not notice that he had already accumulated such a large amount of pressure. Yukimura was indulged in such self-satisfied thoughs that he did not have the opportunity to regulate his power.
“Wo… Wah…!”
“What, what is this kind of strength…!”
No matter what, the practitioners certainly had no way of understanding what Yukimura was thinking. In front of such crushing strength, without even thinking of applying jutsu in resistance, they began to just dumbly stand there.
Certainly this was not without reason, the wind spirits that Yukimura summoned, no matter whether releasing as a jutsu or an out-of-control rampage, could eradicate this mansion.
“………..”
The older jutsu practitioners exchanged a look to each other without speaking; because they had more experience, and so they were less ruffled. Being exposed to Juugo when he was a young boy, they were already experienced to such out of control spirits that could be categorized as a natural disastor. Although at that time, they felt that (they) would be protected by such extreme strength.
After making an enormous inner determination and then a guess from Yukimura’s posture, the only remaining method of attack was one, and there was no other.
They would gamble their live to perform a summoning of massive proportions; and just like what the words propose; it was the last method, which could result in a mutual suicide. But they had already prepared for death.
(If only to protect the Kage …)
(Before Ayano-sama returns…)
There was no other motive for them to gamble their lives besides trying to defeat Yukimura . Because if Yukimura was standing here, then it can be presumed that Genma was already defeated.
Then in that case, only Ayano would have the ability to fight on par with Yukimura . They gambled their lives in order to gain time for Ayano’s return.
“Let’s go…”
“Wait a second.”
The second before the assault, a calm voice detained them. That voice seemed to have immense《power》. All members stopped.
It seemed like time had stopped, for a while now nobody moved. In such a tranquil space, (one) could only hear sounds of the bamboo hitting the stone.
“Suz, Kage !’
“It’s too dangerous! Please withdraw!”
All the practitioners recommended that the Kage withdrawal.
Although all of the practitioners’ sight was gathered on him, Juugo still walked with ease with his line of sight directed at Yukimura .
Yukimura also didn’t avoid Juugo’s look.
Juugo was always very gentle with Yukimura , with feelings of loving concern over disclosing to strict words. In his shounen childhood, when the surrounding were all enemies, only his time spent with Juugo was when Yukimura could feel slightly relieved.
For Yukimura , facing Juugo was similar to facing an admired father, which was in contrast to only having terror in the face of Genma.
A kind of ancient yearning surged, but now Yukimura , even if wanting to cry, would not have any tears.
Certainly it seemed like Juugo completely detected Yukimura’s expression; and just like when speaking to a relative he had not seen in a long time, Juugo greeted Yukimura .
“Long time no see, Yukimura . How are you doing?”
“…Ahh”
Knowing that Juugo still believed in him, Yukimura laughed like being released from confinement.
And after identifying with such, Juugo laughed energetically as well; seeing the typhoon in Yukimura’s hand, he sayed.
“If it’s like this, then, what is that thing?”
“Huh? Oh, just trying to surpass the past.”
Yukimura clumsily waved his hand, dismissing all of the accumulated spirits. He even forgot the etiquette of saying 'thank you' to all of the spirits.
“Huh? Um, ok, standing here is difficult to talk. Come in for cup of tea.”
Although Juugo could not have thoroughly understood what Yukimura had meant, and so he just treated it as neglected mumblings. The practitioners were standing there as if being force fed some mute medicine when perceiving that Juugo, without care, started turning around to the facing Yukimura . They probably thought that Yukimura would attack when his back was turned.
“S, Kage , Yukimura is our traitor!”
Juugo gazed using a very sorrowful appearance towards the still incompetent practitioners, and then slowly turned around to face Yukimura and asked.
“Uh, is it like that?”
“No?”
Yukimura said as he shruged his shoulders. The bunch of idiots continued to be puzzled, having a mouth but no voice.
“So it seems.”
“No, we can’t trust him!”
The practitioners shouted with voices of dissatisfaction, believing that Juugo had been deceived.
“Calm down, idiots!”
Juugo scolded, accompanied by sounds of sighing.
“If Yukimura was serious, you would have already been dead. Now do you understand?”
The jutsu practitioners all looked towards Yukimura with that careless appearance. The power with the strength to annihilate them was completely gone. It could not be disputed that the useless man has return as a superior first class practitioner.
“— — Say why did you return? It can’t only be for a gathering?”
“Ah, that’s right; there is something I need to tell you.”
Yukimura finally remembered the reason for his approach, although admitting Akira’s capture under his watch to someone else was a very humiliating situation.
(Ah, no way out, after all, losing the initiative was my fault.)
“— — Akira has been abducted. It was someone who can use the wind, most likely an accomplice of the murderer that killed your comrades.”
“Quit joking! You were the one who killed Shinji and Shingo!”
Yukimura recognized for the first time, that this man was the Soushu of the Yuuchakra family.
(It doesn’t matter who dies as long as it’s not your sons?)?)
For an instant, he had an urge to say that, but he managed to keep it to himself. Yukimura considered the man unworthy for him to speak to.
“Akira was seized?”
Juugo also ignored Yuuki’s words, and asked Yukimura back.
“They did not kill him?”
“That is right. I am not too sure about the details; however, I can confirm that he is still alive. I believe that if we know their reason for abducting him, we should be able to lock only the criminal’s identity. I came here specially to inform you guys; but could it be, you already know who did it?”
“No, we do not know yet. But thank you for your information.”
Juugo seemed to have thought of something as his face began to show a bitter expression. He sayed something to the man standing at his side; Yukimura tried hard to remember, and recalled that this was a man trusted by Juugo.
Then that man bowed, and quickly departed from the house.
“Did you see the features of that guy?”
“…I saw what he looked like, but I don’t think it will be of any help. That thing isn’t even human.”
Just thinking about him brought chills to Yukimura , and that kind of irregular chakra chakra that 'it' possess could not be from anything human.
“So it’s like that… By the way, what happened to Genma?”
Faced with Juugo’s question, Yukimura sincerely started to laugh. It was unlike that of a grown man, but a laugh of a boy. That kind of grin could not be practiced; it was a mischievous grin fully covering the face.
Then, Yukimura showed his thumb and turned it down, with his chin moving backwards, braggingly saying.
“He was sent flying.”
“huh, haha, hahahahahahaha ! That, that’s how, was sent flying?”
Faced with this kind of overly energetic and without any evil-intention reply from Yukimura , Juugo uncontrollably started to laugh, an unstoppable roaring laughter.
“Kage ! This is not a funny matter!”
Faced with an unstopping laughter from the Kage , the practitioners worriedly admonished.
“Hmm, certainly it is like that.”
Then Juugo pulled taut his face; with a severe, unyielding and steadily stare, he sayed to Yukimura ,
“Don’t tell me you killed him?”
“Hey, I was quite merciful. I even called an ambulance; quite kind of me!”
“If that’s the case, then, it’s alright.”
“Absolutely not!”
The person interrupting was like the practitioner before. He was so angry he started to stagger as if he was dizzy.
“If your body is not well, you can withdraw.”
“My situation is of no importance! If Yukimura knocked out Genma-sama, then it is absolutely certain that he is rebelling!”
“…This situation is only that of a father and son argument.”
“This… this kind of situation is…!”
“Understood, that kind of situation has already been heard earlier. Okay, you can withdraw.”
After Juugo disrupted his words, he gestured at Yukimura and then entered through the door. Yukimura simply followed Juugo.
And so, after four years, Yukimura finally returned to the place where he was born.
Faced with this mansion where he had not walked through for four years, Yukimura looked about slowly and seriously. As with the outside, the inside of the mansion did not change at all. It was a mansion constructed during the Warring States Period, and only four short years was not enough to grant any changes.
Yukimura continued behind Juugo, and he followed without speaking as he was taken to Juugo’s private room.
“Here we can talk straightforwardly. What would you like to drink?”
“It doesn’t matter, besides I’m not thirsty — —.”
With regards to Yukimura’s casual reply, Juugo stared at Yukimura as if he seemed to be looking for something..
“Hm, don’t you trust me?”
“It’s not that I’m suspecting you.”
Suddenly a discordant atmosphere began to spread throughout the room.
Certainly from the Siedo clan’s point of view, there was not even one shred of evidence to believe Yukimura . Besides Juugo, all of the other members believed him to be the murderer.
To appear in the home of all the enemies pursuing Yukimura’s life was really unbelievable.
“Why did you leave the house?”
Juugo broke the silence. Out of everything else, this was what he wanted to hear the most.
“When I heard you were disowned, you had already left without discussing even a single word with me. Am I this untrustworthy?”
“Ah— — because of the circumstance, I didn’t even think of that. At that time, my only thought was to leave the Siedo clan without delay. Both otou-san and oka-san (father and mother) said《not needed》, there was no other choice.”
“What did Miyuchakra say?”
Juugo had only heard of this for the first time: that Yukimura had seen his mother before leaving home.
“Now that I think about it, I was so foolish. It was nothing against you; I was requested by that woman and I went to apologize. To think, I still fancied that I still had my parents’ concern.” Yukimura crooked his mouth, ridiculing himself of the past.
It was not about hating Miyuki, but about him being so foolish. He thought that things like ties of blood and motherhood would help him.
“What did Miyuki… say?”
Yukimura was brought back to that day, four years ago. When Juugo’s voice reached Yukimura , it seemed like it was sent from a far distant place.
When Yukimura first entered his mother’s room, he couldn’t calm down, constantly waiting for his mother’s reply.
In contrast, Miyuchakra was sitting opposite of Yukimura in a type of tranquil attitude as if she was absolutely not affected. She was showing the same composure as if she was idly chatting.
Although it felt like an absolutely eternal silence, in reality, it wasn’t even one minute. She then opened her mouth towards the son that came to her for help.
“Yukimura , your learning was very good, your physical education was also quite above normal. The teacher from the school had also praised you!”
“Oka, Oka-san…”
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