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Musica chuckled a little and turned back to the water as well. “Thanks for the help,” he said warmly as he reached for his notebook. He wrote down the effects of the giant's water and then closed the book with a snap. A jutsu like that could prove to be devastating, if it managed to hit. Maybe a little more refined than a giant, a little more accurate. Faster. Musica made an effort of will to the water floating before him and released the chakra holding it, causing it to fall to the roof with a splash. The Genin held his cloak up to shield himself from any droplets, not wishing to go through that scenario again. Musica looked back at the young girl. She caught on to his Heikougan pretty quickly, so he had to give her some credit. Which only made him more suspicious. Absently, Musica started adding facts in his head again. She was obnoxiously clever, enough to toy with him about her non-existent parents. That was fine; he didn't particularly to talk about his father, either. She looked wise beyond her years, but that fact was explained by the fact that she was a ninja at such a young age. Musica's mind flashed back to the beadband that fell from her jacket, and then a thought occurred to him. Someone of this girl's age would wear that headband proudly. In fact most ninja did, somewhere on their body. Musica even wore his on his upper arm a majority of the time. Unless he was undercover and hoping not to get noticed. When he was doing such a job, he typically hid it in his cloak, much like how this young girl put hers into her jacket. Musica finally added the pieces up: for one reason or another, this person didn't want to get noticed. Even without their headbands, it was possible for a ninja to be recognised due to the identification process that ever Genin went through. Unless the said ninja changed his or her appearance as well. There was always a flaw in any argument, so Musica still wasn't entirely sure. He could always ask nicely, and hope for the truth. Or he could ask another way.

Musica waited for the girl to look back down at the water before acting. The moment she looked away, Musica jumped at her with all of the speed he could muster. Which was a considerable amount; while he wasn't the fastest in Mist, he was in his age group, and was fairly quick compared to older ninja. In one motion, Musica was on top of the “young” ninja. His right hand held her by the chin, glowing an orange that was reminiscent of molten lava, casting an eerie light over the two of them. The elbow of that arm rested on her shoulder, using his weight to keep her smaller upper body pinned. His other hand pressed against her chest, make double sure that she couldn't sit up. The Genin pinned her legs with his own by putting both knees on her upper leg. Musica met her gaze with his Heikougan, both sets of pupils looking directly at hers with a cold glare. "You aren't who you appear to be,” He growled as his hand glowed more brightly, darkening the shadow on his face. “Who are you?” By no means was Musica actually going to harm the ninja. If it was actually a small girl, he would know soon. If it wasn't, he would also know soon enough. If it was an imposter, and they tried to attack him, however, Musica was in a could position to literally blow their head off with his Blasting Hand.

Musica kept his gaze steady as the young girl disappeared in a cloud of smoke. He was ready for an adult male to appear in her place. While he didn't like the idea, Musica had to agree that no-one would suspect an older man to be disguised as a young girl, mainly due to how off putting the idea was. But there were always some people. When the smoke cleared, however, Musica was not expecting to be face to face with young woman that looked to be about his age. His body jerked in a surprise reflex, his left hand suddenly gripping something circular and soft. Musica blinked and squeezed again, this time shifting his gaze down. He quickly realized he had his hand cupped around one of the woman,s breasts. Musica just stared at her when she asked him something, though he didn't understand the language she said it in. Maybe it was in English, but his brain had just crashed and was unable to form a coherent thought for the moment. Instantly his face turned a slight shade of red and his mouth fell open in surprise, quickly realising the implying position they were in. When the woman went to push him off, Musica willingly leaned with it, using the force to quickly stand up off of her. Musica took a step back as she rose up, examining her new appearance. For purely professional reasons, of course. She still had her silver hair, golden eyes, her hand-feet things, and her black and white tail. What this form had that the other lacked, of course, were curves. Very alluring curves. 'Nice catch,' Rodah exclaimed, hooting laughter filling Musica's mind. 'You really know how to get to know the ladies!'
Musica tuned his brother out, trying to recollect the pieces of his brain that had fallen apart, the glowing in his hand slowly dying out. His first thought was that he was being tricked, that this was still a disguise. But he doubted it. He held the girl at gun point, so to speak, so why would she have lied. Also, from what he gathered about the woman's personality, why lie when the truth will ******** you over more? Musica watched as she tried looking over to where the fight had been, he himself hearing nothing. It was a moment before the young woman turned back to him, walking to his side of the roof, her hips swaying in a distracting manner. Musica may or may not have cast a quick glance. 'Fine,' He thought, as she entered his personal bubble. 'Two can play this game.' A sly smirk played on Musica's lips as he met her gaze with own playful one. “My name,” he responded, his voice coming out a little lower than before, as she rested her hand on his chest. He responded in kind by placing his hand on her waist. To be quite fair, he was only minutely aware that he should have been watching the fight. “Is Musica. May I have the pleasure of knowing yours?” A slight sparkle blinked in the black and white of his Heikougan as he continued. “I'd hate to be that guy who would not want to know the woman he got a good feel from.”

Although Saru was banking on the ninja before her to falter, she was caught off guard when he put his hand around her waist. A light blush covered her face as she pushed him away roughly. She was not used to contact like that, and as such it embarrassed her to be placed in a situation like that. Forming a hand seal with her hand, she focused her Chakra. With a light "Poof" her younger self appeared, though the light red tint on her cheeks still remained. She found some solace in the fact that she had learned his name though. Taking a few steps back she crossed her arms, obviously debating whether she should tell him her real name or not. Stealing a glance back she looked down to the ground.

"Saru... My name is Saru..." She muttered, the hint of her earlier blush leaving her cheeks. Taking a deep breath she righted herself, as if the whole scenario from earlier never happened. Walking over, she pushed him lightly "And you better be glad I told you. I don't like perverts" Her attitude was a complete 180 from earlier, where she appeared to almost be flirting with him. Turning her complete attention to the scene where the fight was. Most of the buildings around the area were destroyed so even if Saru wanted to get closer, she would not be able to otherwise risking touching the water, which she knew from Musica's example was a bad idea. So instead she was stuck on this roof, with this ninja who had just inadvertently felt her up. She wasn't sure how she felt about the situation so instead she tried to ignore him, pretending to be interested in the fight. She was almost troubled, at how this ninja had managed to catch her off guard more than once. And more than that usually she was seen as undesirable, with her feet-hands and whatnot. As such she was no where near used to or comfortable to the attention he had just given her. Suddenly Saru realized the tremors had stopped and standing up she sighed. "I guess it must be over now." Scanning the scenery she mused aloud "I wonder where the Anbu are... this place is destroyed..."

Musica's smug look didn't go unnoticed by Saru, and it made her slightly angry that he had felt triumphant over his small win. Somewhere inside she was almost sure that he had enjoyed it more than he was letting on. Huffing she pushed her mind away from the subject, though it always seemed to creep back into the corners of her mind. Shaking her head as if the physical action would clear her thoughts, she pursed her lips and focused on anything around her that might distract her from the recollection of what had just happened. She was not trying at all to hide her current feelings, and everything was written blatantly on her face. Movement below caught her attention however, and she realized that people were hesitantly leaving what buildings were left. Upon closer inspection she realized that most of the water that the summon had flooded the streets with was already absorbed into the ground.

Looking back at Musica when he spoke to her, she found herself staring into his eyes. Tearing them away she stood, purposefully avoiding meeting his eyes with her own. She had worked so hard to try and push what had just happened out of her head but every time she looked at him she couldn't help but remember. Pretending to try and get imaginary dust off of her pants she shrugged, "Don't know them, Managed to get a glance at them, but I couldn't see anything up close. Looks like they are both from my country. I was just admiring the fight." Positioning herself so she was looking at him she stood precariously on the edge of the building. "Time for a closer look." She said with a Grin and dropped off the roof, twirling in the air and landing gracefully on her feet on the street below. Only a few people were outside of the safety of their houses, but when they spotted her they quickly hurried back inside, not wanting to be confronted by another ninja. She didn't look back to see if Musica was following her or not. She knew with his eyes he didn't have to, but then again there was scarcely anyone out and they would be able to get a better vantage point if they moved just a little closer.

She stuck to the shadows like any ninja would, and was careful to avoid any patches of water that was leftover in the streets. Soon enough she found a corner of a building to hide behind. Peeking out from the corner she had a pretty good vantage point of the combatants, though the water ball with the phoenix had already left it seemed. One it appeared to just be realizing the destruction around him, and more than that seemed to look guilty about it. She assumed he was the one who had summoned the creature, as he looked like he was about to be finished in this fight.

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Sorain took a brief moment to be sure that there were no open windows inside the small building, other than the obvious hole in the roof from which Sorain had just sent his victim spiraling through. He would need to work fast. For years, Sorain has been toying with ways to repair his damage eyes. Although he has come very close, he has never been able to fix them perminantely and as such, he was constantly running out of materials for his experiments. Which meant that he had to be sure to never let anything go to waist. The moment he realized that he was facing against the same Uchiha male that his brother had maimed once before, he knew that he was not about to let those eyes be wasted in the unworthy.

Sorain rolled up his sleeves before placing his open palm over Notwens face. Immediately swirls of blue chakra circled Sorains body, trailing all the way down his arm and onto Notwens head. As the chakra swirled even more rapidly a large arcane circle formed around them, eventually casting the outside world in complete darkness. This was a very common and simple medical ritual that involved placing the target under a sleep stasis that would prevent them from feeling pain. It was used during most surgical practices. Once Sorain was satisfied that Notwen would feel no additional pain, he began. Sliding out a scalpel from his stolen medical pouch Sorain proceeded to carve out one of the Uchihas three eyes with master like skill and precision. Although he was never formally trained in the ways of a medical shinobi, Sorain had been crudely practicing this art for many years, in fact most of his life. Once Sorain had the eye removed from the socket he made one swift swipe, snapping it completely and holding it up to examine it before sliding it into a small jar filled with a greeze ooze like substance. Right as he was finishing, Sorain leaned forward and placed his middle and index finger over the empty eye socket, and with one swift jabbing motion. Sorain both healed, and sealed it shut leaving nothing but skin and a very noticeable scar over the eye socket. Before leaving, Sorain made a note to snatch up any of his opponents items that were on hand.


Sorain stood up, very pleased with himself. His time was running out. Because he had chosen to leave Notwen alive, his identity was now exposed, and he would have no way of being able to stay here much longer. Looking down on the fallen Shinobi, a wave of pity flushed over him. "So be it then" he said out loud before making his way to the outside of the building where he then used his hands to scoup up some water from a left over puddle. With the water, Sorain proceeded to wash the black dye out of his hair, allowing his natural silver hair color to shine through. He then removed the Kumogakure head band from his waist, as well as the jacket that he had been given after graduating from the chunin exams. Now left with nothing more than his pants and the traveling pouches that he kept with him Sorain was not completely undisguised.

Just as Sorain finished tossing his old clothing aside he was alerted to the incoming of four fast moving Shinobi, which without a doubt signaled the arrival of the Anbu forces. Turning on his heels, Sorain sprinted off in an attempt to escape the village before he was captured. However, he would need to at least be seen. It was the only way that he could avoid having his opponent punished for the events that happened here. Yes, one last scene to bring the attention towards himself, and then he would once again make his exit from yet another country. Unlike the last time however, Sorain did not have the access to the explosives that he could have used to cause a distraction. This time he would be forced to improvise. Continuing in his dash, Sorain used his white eyes to scan his area as quickly as possible, while making sure to avoid the huge pool like puddles of water that lingered from the fallen giant. As he ran, Sorain caught sight of a young boy hiding in the shadows, obviously curious as to what was going on. "Did he see the entire thing!?" he questioned himself. If so, this one kids word would definately implict Notwen as the criminal unless Sorain did something to influence it. This is when he came to his plan. He would kid nap the boy and take him out of the village. Then, he would pretend to let the kid escape, when he made it back to the village he could then tell everyone that he had been captured by the dangerous Sorain Orasakai.


Taking a sharp turn, Sorain crouched for an instant before throwing himself forward where he grabbed ahold of a hanging sign post which he used to fling himself forward on top of the kid, sending them both into a roll which eventually ended with Sorain back on his feet and dashing full speed through the village with the kid wrapped in his arms. Behind him, Sorain could sense the Anbu just reaching the area of the battle ground where they would surely find and rescue Notwen. As Sorain exited the small city, he bid is final farewell to Kumogakure.



Blood Line Theft

Musica sighed and shook his head as Saru jumped down. 'You really did a number on her,' Rodah commented as the red head picked his mask back up. Musica made one final glance at the battlefield before deactivation his Heikougan. The Genin suddenly felt light headed and his vision was a bit blurry, taking a few moments to adjust. “Don't think I've ever used it that long 'fore,” Musica mumbled as he put his mask back on. He made a small series of hand signs and the air within a radius of five feet heated up, the air rippling like on a hot day. To anyone outside of that radius, it would appear as Musica was just standing still on the roof. With a second effort of chakra, Musica pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, sending the energy into the fabrics of his cloak. The cloak shimmered for a moment before Musica's entire body became invisible. 'Never hurts to double up,' He thought with a silent sigh, before following Saru's lead, jumping down from the roof, leaving behind his after image. The young ninja walked after the girl, crouching deep in the shadows, despite his doubled up illusions. Some could say he was paranoid; professionals would call him careful. Even though the fight was over, he still had a job to do. The fact that Saru outed him without alerting anyone was a fluke: if it happened again, there was no telling it would happen again. Musica moved through the streets with cat like silence, his feet barely making an impression on the ground. The young man felt himself becoming more and more nervous as he approached the battlefield, noticing the lacking amounts of hiding places. Musica mentally cursed the water summon for it's destructive habits, find an old souvenir stand, the closest view point of the two Lightning ninja he could hide behind. Although, he was still unable to make out what they were saying. Musica shifted his blue eyes to his right, just barely able to make out Saru's small form. The moment he looked away, Musica heard an impact, suddenly followed by an explosion in the wall of the building nearest to him. He looked back to where the Lightning ninja had been, no longer seeing Notwen, only the unnamed shinobi. Musica felt his blood run cold as that same ninja walked right by him, to the hole where Musica assumed Den had crashed, not daring to try and go watch what was happening.

Moments later, the man reappeared from the building, putting away what looked like a small jar. Musica watched as the man removed the ninja gear that identified him as a Lightning ninja, puzzled. Why was he doing that? He had no reason to run that Musica could see. More and more questions shot through his brain as the man brought water to his hair. Rather rapidly, the colour in his hair tricked from his head, revealing a sheen of silver. Suddenly everything fell into place as Musica put a face to the name: Sorain Orasakai, the person Sai had escaped Mist with. Absently, Musica noted that this must have been why he had fight Notwen instead of Sai. The Genin barely had time to even come up with a plan of action before Sorain took off at speeds Musica could barely follow, quickly noticing that the man was heading straight for Saru. Musica went to run after him before he got her, but found his body unable to move. 'Hold on!' Rodah hissed as Musica struggled. 'Even if you catch up with him, what will you do? Fight him?' The young man stopped fighting and relaxed. The logic was unarguable. Sorain was moving at a much faster rate than Musica ever could, and was far too strong to fight. The best bet was to follow, and figure it out from there. So when Sorain tumbled into Saru and came back up running, a still invisible Musica ran after him. With a mental sigh, his sent a small portion of chakra back to his eyes, reactivating his Heikougan.

The moment Rizu's fist made contact with his face, Notwen lost his consciousness. A dark fog surrounded his consciousness, which disabled his ability to come to. The Chuunin's mental landscape had grown to become a spacious forest that grew over a white-sanded desert. At the center of the mind forest was the Chakra Tree, the heart of his consciousness and the place where his brother's mind resided. Looking around carefully, Notwen noticed that there was a light shining through the dark fog. It could have only been coming from one place, the Tree. Swiftly getting up he made his way through the forest, guided by the shadows cast by the trees ahead that were in the path of the light. As the dark-skinned blonde progressed through the forest the fog became less dense until finally he found himself inside of a clearing, at the center of which was the Great Chakra Tree. The tree itself was not tangible, but was a construct of light. Aligned at its center, in correspondence to their location on his body, were the representation of Notwen's Seven Chakras. These were orbs that were organized in a rainbow pattern starting from the red one at the bottom to the seventh, which was indigo. The topmost orb was golden, representing the Urajjo Chakra.

Due to his activating it earlier while fighting Rizu, the orb was glowing radiantly. While active it caused him to tap into the power of his ancestors, acting as a defense mechanism. However it was the fact that the chakra was still active that worried him. It meant that something was going on outside that caused his body to still be in danger. An abnormal pulse of light on the tree caused Notwen to look up at the golden orb. A human-shaped figure of light emerged from it, then proceeded to fall. Thinking quickly, the dark-skinned blonde ran for ward and caught the individual just before he struck the floor. The boy he had caught bore a striking resemblance to Notwen, though when he was two years younger. His hair was currently white, but as the glow faded from the golden orb above them the white began to recede and exposed it's true black. His skin tone also went from almost black to brown. When the boy opened his his left eye, while squinting painfully with his right.


Outside in the material world a contingent of Kumogakure Jounin headed by General Rai Oh arrived on the scene, having been guided by villagers who had been able to witness the battle from a distance. It had been about an hour after Sorain had done his business before fleeing from the scene. By this time Notwen's body had returned to normal with the exception of his hair, which had remained white. The dark-skinned Jounin looked down at his pupil's unconscious body with worry, for he noticed the fresh scar that was now present over the young man's right eye lids.
"I need four forensics, a hunter and a medic here right now! Everyone else go assess structural damage and see to any injured!" Two kunoichi, one being the hunter and the other the medic, and four male shinobi approached extracted themselves from the cluster of twenty while the others vanished in a flash, spreading themselves to all the corners of the village. The forensics went to work immediately, scouring the area for clues as to what had happened. The forehead protector and chuunin vest were upon the first things that were found. A few minutes later one of the forensics discovered the puddle of nearly-evaporated black hair dye.
"Sir, it appears that whoever did this to him was a fellow Chuunin. He or she shed their ties with us before running away in that direction." said the leader. Rai Oh nodded and turned to face the female, who was already following the tracks away from the building.
"I'm on it, General!" she said before she was lost to view. At this time the medic rushed to Notwen's side and began to use her first aid technique, which was a pair of gloves composed of reddish chakra which she moved over the Chuunin's torso.
"How is he, Kagayaku?" asked Rai Oh, his stern voice tinged with a bit of worry. Kagayaku did not look up when she answered, dividing her concentration between the General and her patient.
"Not good. There's a lot of internal bruising and a foreign chakra signature that is disrupting the body's flow of chakra. That and it seems that this one put his body under a lot of strain before losing consciousness." There was a pause where the kunoichi gasped. "General, whoever did this must have been trained in the medical arts. This young man has had his right eye extracted!"
"What?!" he cried, joining Kagayaku at Notwen's side. Surely enough, the lids on the right seemed to be flatter over the socket than those on the left. The forensics, now wearing gloves, had finished extracting the evidence from the scene and put it in plastic transportation bags. "Get that evidence to the lab as fast as possible. I want to know the identity of the b*****d who did this to my pupil by daybreak!" The forensics nodded and disappeared in a explosion of gray smoke, leaving Rai Oh and Kagayaku alone with unconscious Chuunin. The kunoichi cancelled her technique and reached into a holster on her left thigh. From within it she pulled out the handle of a blade, however there was no blade protruding from it.
"This is the only surefire way that i know to make sure he makes some sort of recovery. It will take most of his injuries and ailments, but leave some physical damage behind." Rai Oh nodded. He knew Notwen was strong enough to deal with physical pain, but he needed his chakra to work at its best since his chakra circulatory system was slightly different than the average.

Cruxis always held a love of stories, and a vivid imagination to one day being greater than just a simple traveler. He one day planned to accomplish this via illusion; and in a sense he held a very idealistic view of the world around him. There were two types of illusionists; those who trapped themselves in a world they sought to be within and those who used their talents to influence how the world could one day be. However, Cruxis did not allow this latter view prevent him from dreaming of greatness.

It had been an all-too quiet morning; a fact that any Sannin hiding out in a hermitage would have been aware of, had their minds not been preoccupied. However, the Sannin Cruxis Ichtaca had chosen to spend this particular morning enjoying the lack of visitors by tending to studies many-a-time interrupted by far too many individuals. By his looks alone, the old sannin did not appear to be much. His angled face was wrinkled so that it curved at points, and his beard – while kept at a short length, needed touching up here and there. His hair fell to just above his shoulders, his sideburns frizzed out at ends, and the wrinkled brows crept up his large forehead. Dressed in the simple brown sleeping robe he’d awoken in, one might have even guessed he belonged in the care of his children had it not been for his eyes. Some called it the mark of the dragon, his famous Ryuugan which had won him battles by divining a battle's outcomes before they could happen; the gentle flowing steel blue and gold shifting between the dream and material worlds; though sometimes his eyes settled into a sea-green color. Any man with half his senses would know not to aggravate a Sannin at the height of his power, but unfortunately the unwanted visits continued. The fact later occurred to Cruxis that if one builds a large castle with a moat, deadly traps to ward away visitors, and instills rumors of a ninja gone mad with power living in the locale as a method of discouraging trespassers; it will only lead people to believe that one is, in fact, a rich madman holed up in a monster-filled castle full of treasure. The fools then, of course, build up the gall to believe that such an open invitation merits a raiding party to said castle at least once a week.
One benefit to these treasure seekers was in keeping his mind sharp; something that aging tended to counteract if he didn’t keep up with sharpening it. Although preferring his privacy, Cruxis intended to keep visitors out, not kill them. Unfortunately his wards had to be changed every so often because of this. Humans had such a stubborn tendency to talk of what they had encountered, vowing to prepare for what lay within the castle walls. And so Cruxis changed up his traps every so often to thwart their resolve, a personal favorite swap-up being when he relocated the river-serpents from his moat and replaced them with a water-elemental he’d found by chance. At the ripe age of fifty-eight winters, Cruxis found a fair deal of humor in seeing the raiders leap over his moat only to be grabbed in mid-jump by the living water and thrown away.
With the lack of raid attempts this month, Cruxis finally decided that on this all-too quiet morning, the trap rotation could be skipped, that he could enjoy the morning reading and his afternoon with a hot mug of herbal tea, followed by an evening of gazing into the heavens. Of course he likely would be falling asleep before making any real progress on his star charts, but the thought of a peaceful day never looks upon subtle facts of reality such as that. Nor did the thought to check his divining wards think to cross his mind, for if he had, the Sannin may have decided to rotate the traps after-all. As it was, he delved deep into his scrolls for the entire morning before a sudden alert triggered in the back of his mind; the high-pitched shrill vibrations of a ward. Someone had bypassed the moat, a slightly more serious event. The water elemental was, of course, gone, replaced two years ago when a jounin attempted to remove it via a banishing technique and invoked more wrath than Cruxis would have liked to have seen; a week-long cleanup project after the fact. Currently in the moat was a lovely enchantment of boiling water, with occasional geysers spurting on a timed basis. Not that anyone other than Cruxis knew said timing; it was a lucky jump if anything. He had a few minutes to spare, and so he used it to prepare. The final repellent was, of course, Cruxis himself, should the need arise. He had no doubts of his security, but one should always look one’s best if uninvited guests come knocking.
Cruxis’s base garments were a pair of black-dyed wool breaches, a yellow doublet and a sash of browned leather around the waist both to bind the doublet close to him and to act as a barrier between a hidden dagger and his stomach, an encounter he preferred not to repeat. His shoes were simple leather, slipping over his feet with ease and relative comfort; followed by his gloves, silver-toned silk from the Fire Country to the south. Lastly, his robe, slipping his arms into the sleeves palms up as to easily grab the overlaying shoulder pads. The robe itself was a light indigo, favoring its bluetones, trimmed with golden thread along its edges. Open in the middle, the robe’s true use was its interior pockets, extra storage space for the various devices the clever illusionist might just have to use. Cruxis’s shoulder-pads draped over his shoulders, a slightly darker shade of indigo, trimmed in the same manner with a single button connecting the pads over his chest, a layer of leather to protect his heart and arm sockets in the same way his sash protected his stomach.
Armed with a maze of mirrors, an illusory minotaur in the center, and a few traps within the labyrinth itself; Cruxis had been confident on no one able to break further into his castle; however somehow something had broken through!. The cracks within his maze shattered open as a massive water golem burst through forcing Cruxis to raise another wall of glass by melting down his mirrors into raw glass; clashing against the elemental with steel-hard force; spattering the water along the castle before he struck another series of seals to form a coffin of glass around the main body of the water golem; entrapping it within the coffin in order to imprison it while he searched for who had sent it. He saw the shaded figure grimace before flashing forward at him with a blade of grinding lightning, to which Cruxis flashed out of the way with a clone of glass; the shattering impact striking his opponent, the glass blades digging into his sword arm in order to make him vulnerable to Cruxis's counter-attack; the illusory chains grappling the man from behind, pulling him down onto a table as illusory demons began to tear away his flesh and consume him piece by piece; hellish screams spawning from the man's mouth as the genjutsu bored into the depths of his mind; commanding the pain through his nerves in order to trigger the genjutsu.
Suddenly, the coffin of glass burst, the water golem splashed everywhere, his face was soaked with briney water...

He was awakened by the splashing, glancing outside the glass to see hordes of walking corpses with buckets, each one standing in line for a ramp to the top of Cruxis's bowl, dumping the water in. He blinked for a moment before seeing Beilborg atop the platform; giving a chuckle to the gennin.
"Wake up unless you plan to drown in there! I brought help..." Neither party had to say they were sorry; both understood they'd let their their tempers get the best of them earlier that day.... "Listen kid... I'm not much of the optimist; not a pessimist mind you, I see the real picture as it is; dead is dead so why not make use of what they've left me; even if it is manipulating their dead bodies... I don't ask you to overlook it, just accept that as a part of me. And maybe I'll try to overlook you're stubborn asinine determination to help every sop story that seems to come your way even if you plow through every trap and get our asses handed to us by every rogue ninja within ten miles..."




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