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Saikoro turned away from his new slave, his hand lazily reaching out of his pocket to scratch at the back of his head as he stared off into the rainy sky above. "Yea, just don't take to long. I'm getting quite tired of this rain and there is some where I'd like to be." He hummed out, his hand making hand seals within the length of his hair so not to be noticed. Some where, hidden by the truck, a puddle of water froze over and a perfect physical clone of the man rose up and crouched quietly behind the wreckage.

Watching his new friend / master closely, Koji began to slowly figure him out. Nothing too grand, jsut that he was deploying some sort of supportive character being a summon or some sort of clone. Without making any attempt to speak with his partner Koji strung together a sort set of hand seals in order to prepare his own fortifications, although he still did not have much at his disposal. Then in a much more forward fashion, Koji deployed a set of clones which surrounded himself and the man. "I guess I should take steps to protect you from harm so here goes nothing." Koji said coldly as the clones each began to move in an awkward fashion each suddenly expanding into a large ball.

Once within this form each one of the clones began to spin greatly until they became nothing but a black and purple blur. Then with no warning they each shot off towards the dark skinned man who appeared to have some sort of beef with his new master.

Notwen and his breathed heavily, feeling slightly drained by the effort to push back the freed captive's clones with the combination technique. Shifting his gaze to where the singed original captive stood, the dark-skinned blonde extended a tendril of his consciousness. The almost invisible tentacle-like construct moved over the piddling flames at a speed that made it difficult to trace in the steady downpour of rain. Once the tendril made contact with him, Notwen added the boy's consciousness to his mental information network, but isolating him from the other branches.
Speaking directly into the boy's mind, he inquired,
"Why are you attacking me?" He was sure that the boy would be startled to hear another's voice inside his head. If he wasn't, that meant it was normal for it to happen and either he was crazy, or had a similar method of communication. "I would advice you not to try something like that again," continued the three-eyed Uchiha, "and to keep you from doing anything you'll regret later on, i have taken it upon myself to make you. Your friend here does not seem to have your best interests at heart." Shifting his thoughts from the captive to Kaala, Notwen issued a set of instructions for the armored sparrow to carry out.

Above in the cloudy skies Kaala wheeled for the umpteenth time, bored at the fact that he had nothing to do until the dark-skinned-blonde contacted him. Once he had heard the plan, the crimson-gold sparrow smirked and replied.
"Hmmmm. That is an effective way of doing things. It will only take care of one of our three problems, but it should put us in a better situation." With that said, the armored bird made it's move.

1) Dont assume that just cause its not violent that you are just allowed to connect to his mind. He might not be cool with that, throw a check on all actions taken against a foe or when he responds its a vs 0 for him.

2) Mm, get back to you on that. You arrived on the bird the bird and instantly yelled when you jumped off, so its easy to say that the bird could still be seen at that moment. But also we didnt stay conscious of it and you had it fly off before battle, so in that extent. Go for it.

3) Pay your sustain costs. Your begin and end are the same when it shouldnt be.

Saikoro could only chuckle to himself softly at Koji's assumption that he would need protection. It was a concept that he was unfamiliar with, him being protected? Not even when he was with his brother would they ever consider what they did to be protecting each other, rather they just didn't allow someone else to get a clean shot but it never meant that they were doing something the other couldn't do for themselves... it was more a favor then anything, common curtsy. But he wasn't bothered by the boy's oblivious arrogance, quite instead he was slightly intrigued at what exactly he would do to protect him.

So with a snide smirk plastered on his face and his arms crossed boredly over his chest, Saikoro turned to half face the battle that was just not beginning to start. With an raised eye he watched his new servant create a rather large sum of clones, nineteen to be exact, each one instantly circling around the duo protectively. Taking the moment of closeness, Saikoro reached out to a few of them with a gentle hand, taking note to himself that some were true, physical clones while some were simple illusions. He had to admit it was a clever design to weave real and fake clones together, if the foe was to be stricken by one of the illusions they were more then likely to drop their guard to believe that all were simple illusions and would be left to be taken by surprise by a physical clone. It was very clever indeed, but unfortunately that was all but lost when the boy had them expand into giant balls of meat and spin off to attack the dark skinned boy.

Himself using a clone technique, he battled back the assault with an unique combination of jutsu that he could have sworn he had witnessed once before. Nonetheless, with eight clones to nineteen, the dark skinned boy was capable of stopping the assault but beyond that he simply stood their silently with his eyes watching Koji. With brows pulled tightly together in confusion, Saikoro turned to look at his servant curiously but it wasn't long after that the boy was stolen from his eyes as his clone hurdled pass and froze itself protectively over him.




A heavy sigh pushed pass Saikoro's lips as he turned to face the dark skinned boy completely. With hands shoved deep into his pockets, his bright blue eyes staring with a loathing at the target, and his tongue clicking audibly in the back of his mouth, the man took a few steps back and let out yet another sigh. "Originally... I was going to ask why have you followed me through two countries. Why did you say you were simply sleeping on that roof and not following me but yet you have ended up following me... But now, I simply don't care anymore. You are most likely a liar, there's obviously something going on here that has escaped my notice until now and my patience has dwindled to nothing." The man spoke in a soft velvet tone, the words no louder then a whisper but regardless held strong and powerful in the air for all to hear.

Slipping a single hand out of his pocket, his fingers blurred through strange hand seals and as they came to a stop so did many of droplets of rain in the air... for a long moment the rain seemed to stop and then as though someone had pressed the fast-foreword button, the droplets began to gather in various areas and become multiples of ice marbles that hung through out the area... the rain once again pouring around them. "Good..." The word came out of his lips effortlessly, the sound hanging in the air but his body gone from sight.

"...bye." Without warning, the man had neared
the dark skinned boy, his body crouched low as he held a single hand out with his index finger extended as the other digits were rolled into the palm. Springing up from the earth, the man lunged quickly at the boy with only his single finger speeding to stab into the empty space under the foe's ribs. It was a simple and harmless seeming attack but the muscles of his arms and body were tensed and powerful as his strength poured through him into that single digit and like a sword it would pierce through anything he had aimed it out.

However it would be only a shallow wound to cause the target a instant flinch of pain or shock or reflex, whatever the boy would respond to, and it would be in that moment... the same moment that he would spin away and retract his finger... his legs curling up so he would be couched again and all his weight centered to the balls of his feet... and all his energy focused to his core... in that single moment... his left hand would slip out of his pocket, like a snake in the grass, and with one vicious movement he would spring back up and strike at the under belly of their mouth and throat with his finger for a critical blow. But he was sure his foe would do anything to avoid that and would back up or attempt to dodge or move out of the way, leaving his precise attack to graze by... And that was all he needed as the explosive power and speed of his attack was enough to do the trick. (Refer to tech description)

But unwilling to allow his foe escape with simply that, Saikoro extended his right arm back as he lunged up with his left, and with an open palm attempting to press against the boy's stomach he would attempt to continue his momentum through his arm. With powerful shoulder muscles, he would turn in mid air and follow the momentum to completely shift his body around to the side of the dark skinned boy, his left hand spearing out to make contact with the back of his body... It was an uniquely devastating technique, with both hands positioned in the approximate areas of the boy's ki center, Saikoro's strike would send reverberating waves of chakra through the muscles and into the body. With the hands there, the chakra wouldn't be allowed to escape and unfortunately be trapped inside his gullet, left only to rampage through his entire chakra system until there was nothing left.


Whether the combination would be successful or not, Saikoro would waste no time to retreat a simple three yards back, leaving himself out of his target's immediate range but still in the center of his clones. He was no where near done, his bright blue eyes were ablaze with the fury of battle and his arms were already curling for the next strike as he looked for the opening he knew would be there.

Saikoro sucked in a deep breath, his bright blue eyes ablaze with his blood lust... and even though he knew better then to succumb to the feeling, the destructive feeling that would push him to go beyond his own limits for the sake of doing so, he couldn't stop it.. and in truth he didn't want to. So with a soft sigh escaping his lips and his arms raising gracefully from either side of his body, Saikoro's graceful dance of death had begun.

Reaching out with thin, powerful fingers, Saikoro grasped two marbles that were hovering on just either side of him, and with one decisive motion he pulled both arms back down to his sides. Following the motion, two streams of ice formed from where the marble had hung and continued down to his hands before continuing to worm out until two long whips of ice had crawled out of the man's hands. Both whips were thin and as long as eight feet, their crystalline bodies glimmering in the with a light that came from within as the sun was still blocked out by the ever constant rain.

Fierce eyed, Saikoro glared at his target and let his head tilt to the side. It was a long moment that he stood there, transfixed in the dark rain as the icy reaper he was, his breath translucently clouding out from his mouth in an eerie fashion.

Rolling his shoulders foreword, the man stepped foreword and lashed out one whip after the next, the blades of ice ripping out from it's spine to rip to shreds each clone that was in it's way. One, two, three... each clone was lashed through as the whips laced their bodies in gruesome ways, the
bladed whips impaling them before flicking them off like toys. It was a beautiful and terrifying sight as the master of the deadly weapons danced across the path eloquently to direct the path of his instruments of death. Concluding the act was a graceful spin that sent the whips licking up to the sky above before snapping straight back down so only the very tips would manage to shallowly slice the foe's body if it would hit.

But whether it did or didn't was of no concern to the man as the man had already released the handles of the whip, his hands positioned like guns as he fake shot four times at his target. Instantly four marbles sped off towards Notwen, their paths zipping this way and that but relentlessly keeping at least one or two in the direct eye line of the boy's view of Saikoro as the man himself was speeding just behind them to close in on his foe. With fists encased in ice, he would lash out with one blow after the next, ducking after each chain so a marble could speed in and attempt to pierce into the poor boy's body, the small orb instantly exploding to freeze over whatever it made contact with. If it would make contact it would hinder the boy's movements and at worst, stop them completely.

Once the barrage of drilling marbles had been dodged or or successful, the man wouldn't back down as he would attempt to near into the boy once again. With a right hook aimed at the jaw he would relentlessly follow up with a spinning elbow to head with a quick drop to the ground to backwards leg sweep, which would lead to the man pivoting quickly on the ground to tackle into the boy's falling frame, his shoulder would make contact with his hip as his arms would wrap around his left leg if he was successful. With a movement relying on all the momentum created, Saikoro would continue to spin and attempt to toss him up and back towards the area of the wrecked vehicle, himself baseball sliding to a stop into a track runner's position.

With eyes ablaze with a fighting passion but cold with a murderer's gaze, Saikoro watched as multiple marbles sped towards the boy. With a powerful driving force they would attempt to ping pong him through the air towards the direction of the wreckage, their spinning bodies constantly assaulting his body with a vicious fury.

Using the moment to his advantage, the man reached out for nearby marbles to create two short, thin daggers for his longer fingers to wrap tightly around and hold slightly outstretched from his body as he readied for battle once again. With a light foot, he propelled himself foreword into the continuous assault from the marbles, his own body having to duck and dodge the blasting spheres so not to be hit himself... but all the while his daggers danced around the boy's frame, slicing here and there, all shallow cuts. But each cut had a purpose; a slice along the biceps, a rip along an open palm, a cut behind the knee, a nick upon the eyelids... each attack was precise and with purpose, so while the opponent would be a bleeding mess they wouldn't be dead but neither would they be in the position to fight back anymore. It was vicious and cruel tactic, similar to torturing and perhaps it truly was torturing but it was no concern to a man who was enjoying every last moment of it...

And it was in that moment that his grin was never bigger, in that moment his daggers had attempted to make their final gashes along the boy's armpits, and in that moment the man had released his daggers to the air. With an unreal coordination the daggers managed to align in the air, even though feet apart, and as they did the marbles in the immediate area made no waste to soar to them. Connecting one after another, a spear of pure ice was created... where the daggers once were was two ornate ice handles, a pole of crystalline ice connecting them together as a spear head of delicate features shaped at the end. Grabbing the spear with his left hand, the man made no hesitation to lung it into the right shoulder of the boy and charge it straight through and on into the side of the vehicle to pierce him to it without mercy.

Soft pants escaped the man's lips as he stared at his foe, his body was tired... He had overdone his attacks and it was taking a slight toll on his body but nonetheless he would be fine. With dark eyes he continued to stare down his foe, "You should have never followed me." The man growled, his body instantly flickering out of sight yet again as wave of dirty water flickered up from where he stood. In the next moment he was once again upon his foe and quicker than the spear he had just striked with and deadlier then any other blown he had thrown before, Saikoro stabbed out at the center of Notwen's forehead where a dangerous pressure point would be centered, a pressure point sometimes acknowledge as the third eye. Ice would coat the finger that would act as the sword that would strike the point, but it would not pierce through... instead, if it hit, it would cause terrifying pain throughout the boy's mind and body... his veins would pulsate with blood as his heart would overpumped, his muscles would contract and spasm uncontrollably, his mind would sear with unimaginable pain that would prevent any coherent thought and his spine would twist and turn in hopes to free itself from the undying agony.

Takera made his way through the border splitting off down another path. His intentions were to reach Snow and then eventually Lightning Country. He leapt from tree to tree until he came across a path. Takera stopped at the last tree before the path and kept silent. He watched the path and followed both ends as far as he could see from where he stood. The path was too obvious a route and he knew if he continued to follow them he'd be faced with another situation like the one from back in Rain with the Puppet-user/bandit. Takera's eyes scanned the area once more before he leapt through the air and onto the somewhat muddy ground on the other side of the path. He then jetted off kicking up dirt and mud as he ran through the trees. His right side was exposed to an opening in the trees and what seemed like a river of some sort. Takera moved out from the cover of the trees and followed the river down to a crossing point where he hurled himself over the river to the other side. Things are progressing too easily. Shouldn't there be people out here? Border patrol maybe? Even bandits or thugs would be commonplace at this point. Takera thought to himself as he ran alongside the lake a little further down.

Takera turned and branched away from the lake into the forest on the other side. His speed, little by little, began decreasing until he was lightly walking and before long he had come to a complete stop in what seemed like a very short clearing. There was a hut on the other side of the clearing along with a few barrels with long sticks rising up from them and some metal of sorts laying around what looked to be a forge. I'm guessing this place isn't home to happy family. Takera thought as he sighed and moved towards the hut. It was all, but quiet and Takera began to wonder if the owners were just away or if they were waiting to ambush him when he entered the house. He took each stride in caution, watching the hut and the surroundings. Suddenly a rope sprung under Takera's feet and assorted weaponry flew out from the surrounding trees. Takera, without hesitation, leapt up and out from the spot he was standing, curling himself into a ball and rolling towards the hut. He extended his feet and landed in a kneeling position on the roof of the hut. It seemed as though, from the lack of actions passed the weapon trap, that there was no one around and Takera had simply just set off a trap.

Takera stood up looking across the field and then down at the roof he stood on. He then raised his foot and stomped a hole through the roof. He quickly slipped into the house through the hole, catching the sides of the hole with his hands and flipping himself upside down crouching on the ceiling inside the hut. He had used his chakra focusing to stick his feet to the ceiling. He took a good look around, but the place was dark. It seemed as if no one had been around in a long time. Just then Takera heard noise outside the hut/shack. He turned towards the window hoping to see where it was coming from. The noise began to grow bit by bit until he made it out to be an exchanging of words between two people. They were heading towards the hut/shack and Takera was still inside. He knew it was only a matter of time before they realized the trap had gone off and their was now a hole in their shack/hut. Takera moved back towards the other end of the house and opened the window slowly. He slipped out the back and shut the window, ducking down and making his way around the shack towards the other end. He peaked his head around the corner looking for the two who were speaking. To his avail he caught sight of the two. One had reached down to pick up one of the weapons that had gone off from the trap. They had both gone silent.

Takera watched them carefully as he slid down the side of the shack getting closer to the frontside of it. The one holding the weapon began to gather the weapons up in a sack and the guy next to him proceeded to do the same. Takera wondered if they suspected anything, but the oppurtunity to get away from present and he wasn't going to give it up. He turned to follow the shack and head back behind the shack. He was only a good 30 feet from the forest's edge and once there he could easily get away unseen. He rushed silently down the field toward the edge of the forest. He looked back over his shoulder to see if the other two had seen him yet, but things seemed clear. Just as Takera reached the edge of the forest, the worst thing could've befallen him. He set off another trap. This time two giant kunai came spinning out from the ground several feet away from him on both sides. He managed to roll forward and run up the tree infront of him with his chakra focusing, but the two giant shuriken each slammed into the trees in the direction they were fired and the noise was more than enough to alert the two in the field. They came rushing around the shack/hut to see Takera crouched on a limb of the tree where the trap had gone off. They yelled at Takera to hault and began running towards him.

Without another thought, Takera turned and leapt through the trees trying to make as much distance as he could from the two. The two gave chase immediately and before long Takera reached another clearing. This clearing was different, The trees had thinned out and snow was beginning to build the further across the clearing he got. He had reached Snow and now it was just a matter of time before he would find what he was looking for, but he would still have to deal with the two following him. He didn't know how strong they were, but they showed themselves to be less than the average ninja in awareness, so his task might not be too hard to accomplish. Tredging through the snow quickly, he pulled out his coat from back when he traveled with Zeru and Sorain. He put the coat on and prepared for the cold weather, making his way deeper into the Snow Country in the borders of Lightning and Fire.


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