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Hidden Stone
Hidden Stone was a rough land. Rough with unfinished edges, but it was solid. If the attacking slime girls had their way, those sharp edges and solid shapes would all crumble into so much worthless rubble. Even as the flowing river wore down a great boulder into a tiny pebble, so too did the slime girl forces prepare to continually attack the village of Hidden Stone.

The black dragon's shadow would linger over the remnants of Hidden Stone, glancing towards the dome that encased it... The Kage of Hidden Stone had become a demon, the very demon whom Eluamous had taken a sample from in order to create his Potion of Hades... From above, the Spartan would glance below, his b*****d sword glistening in the sunlight. Ensis Exorcizans, a sword that was extremely effective against summons, including objects. Having trained extensively in the Herculean Style in order to increase his strength, and thus his damage output; he hoped to combine its abilities along with the blade's power against the summoned dome - in turn, the fall of Hedoro and her armies would further weaken the barrier, allowing his blade to shatter through it without the aid of a summoned deity, which he had been unsuccessful in locating.


Seto would grin as he uncorked a vial of black liquid and swallowed it, allowing a pair of wings to sprout out of his back as he assumed his demonic form, folding them in so they would not slow his decent until he needed them to;
The black dragon would let out a snort of smoke, climbing higher into the sky before hovering in place, circling over the village for a moment before aligning himself with the dome;
Nodding, Eluamous would unsheath the b*****d sword and grip it with both hands, shouting through their mental connection as he dove downwards, pointing his sword in an angle towards the dome below as he dove down at high speeds,
He would continue to accelerate, and as he closed the gap between him and the dome's roof, he would arc the sword so that its blade aligned with the surface, so it would cut at a diagonal and deal more damage.
His muscles strained with the impact, his bones covering themselves with hundreds of hairline fractures; but his blade struck true, and with the impact, the barrier of hardened slime was destroyed; His wings unfolded and acted as a parachute in order to slow his descent, the regeneration from his potion kicking in so that the fractures sealed shut and repaired. Eluamous would grin as he looked up towards his black dragon familiar, whom hovered below in order to catch the descending Spartan.















Eluamous would nod as the black dragon landed, slowly dismounting from the beast as he glanced out over the village. Bad luck struck again, blocking the Spartan's path stood a Massive mountain bear, creatures that often took several men to defeat. The tip of his two handed sword lunged forward, his legs pushing him off from the ground and up into the air and spinning over the mountain bear's head, aiming at the thick furred beast; who easily avoided the attack by rolling forward and kicking up a gust of leafs with its claws. Barrel rolling as he landed, Eluamous's off-hand would lunge out to grab hold of a fallen tree branch, lobbing it like a throwing spear towards the mountain bear. Though it missed, the fact that Eluamous had not aimed the attack proved a threat enough to the beast; whom decided that Eluamous could not be allowed to live for too much longer...
Charging forward on its hind legs, claws raked, the mountain bear would take aim at the lone Spartan, who instead of running, would sheath his sword and take up his familiar weapon through a summon seal; thrusting out the lance and gripping it with both hands as a defense, his hands clutching the pole with an iron grip; using his immense strength to keep the beast at bay; immediately swapping to one hand on the lance and the other onto the mountain bear's tail as he skidded between its legs.
Eluamous would take hold of the mountain bear by its tail and thrust into a spin; swirling the mountain bear around and around until it grew dizzy. Eluamous would then let go, rushing forwards towards the stunned and dizzy mountain bear. Eluamous would grip the lance pole with both hands as his muscular legs pushed off away from the ground; propelling him into a high arc in the air, locking the lance under his dominant arm before regaining his two-handed grip; pressing his entire body weight into the lance as he crashed down towards the mountain bear, and the lance's blade pierced through its eyes; shattering through the skull and touching out into solid rock, the Spartan pushed off away from his spear to land in front of the felled mountain bear, some of its blood spattering onto his arms... Panting heavily, Eluamous would mutter several curses as he saw the sun's last rays dip under the horizon. With night falling, there was likely to be no one wandering through the village; but on the opposite end of the spectrum, it could also make moving in the city easier... Deciding against looking like a thief, Eluamous would drop his pack where he stood, on the outskirts of the village, and struck a small campfire; settling down for the night. He had exerted a fair amount of his strength today, it would be best to begin his search tomorrow when he was at full power.

As he awoke, the Spartan would slowly enter Hidden Stone; only to find the village lay in ruins. Guided by his memories alongside a faint hope, Eluamous found the old scroll library, glancing within with a faint hope of finding something remaining. As he stepped in through the sand-weathered doorway, his spirits sank. There were no scrolls remaining here, they had all be taken away. A few gold coins lay scattered on the ground, meaning the owner had packed in haste. The other buildings were the same, coins scattered, chairs knocked over. From the marks left on the buildings, Eluamous came to one conclusion. There had been a massive sandstorm that had driven the people of the village to flee. This left Eluamous only one option, he would have to rely on his memories, his wits, and his studies to find if there was anything further that remained.
In his memories lay a legend about the kings’ tombs. They were cursed, but one who could overcome the supreme magic that powered them would be given ultimate power. From his experiences, Eluamous concluded that this power might indeed be one of the Deity summons. After searching again through the town, he found some objects of use. A small rusted shield, various daggers, and some leather armor that fit under his cloak were his most important finds. With the few scraps of leather he had also found, and by fusing them together with a quick fire technique, he made a pouch that fit around his belt. It was within quick reach of his hand, allowing him to swiftly grab a dagger out of it and throw it at an enemy. Last of all, Eluamous carried with him some of the coins he had found in the city. Although dirty and abandoned in haste, they were still of value, and would be useful if he found another town.
Eluamous would then make his way to the outskirts of the village and scale the cliffside in order to reach the entrances to the ancient tombs. They were mostly underground, only allowing a small portion of them to be seen. In most cases, they looked more like abandoned mines than tombs, which dissuaded robbers. As he saw the ancient tombs, he began his decent, finally landing at the entrance of a tomb. He felt a ghastly wind blowing from the cave, and knew this would be no easy fight, but only hoped for one thing; that he would come out of the fight alive.
Eluamous knew some of the traps told in tales of grave robbers, who had bragged about surviving the deadly tombs. After sorting out the rumors, he was able to form a map in his head. But as far as the stories went, no one had gotten past the first floor. Those who had entered the wind shaft had never come out.
After preparing his defenses, Eluamous descended down the stairs, prepared to face the first level. The level contained basic traps; pitfalls, hidden blades, and tunnels that were pitch black, only one that was safe. Summoning the shields of his Spinning Turtle, he was able to block the traps and find the correct path; failing only once, but was able to correct his error by throwing a shield in the trap’s path. Then came the wind shaft, a tunnel that blasted winds to lower one up and down the floors. However, if the one entering the shaft could not control the chaotic winds, said winds would tear the person apart. Eluamous would take no chances. Drawing upon the power of the Dance of the Dragon, he formed the vortex inside of the wind shaft to control its winds. The winds howled and raged in all directions, fighting his control, but in the end, they came into his command, forming a pillar of air. The second floor awaited his challenge. Eluamous would have to rely on all his skills to survive one of fate’s ultimate forces, the unknown.
Darkness should have been the essence of this room, but it wasn’t. Where the wind shaft had been, a gateway appeared. He saw a castle made of cemented stone-masonry rise in the distance. He knew this place; he was in Hidden Mythology? It was wrong though, he shouldn’t be here; he had been in the pyramids. He reached back and slowly sent forth a series of kunai with explosive tags, allowing them to explode and form a thick smoke-screen within the room
“Since I cannot trust what I see, I will not allow myself to see this illusion!” Eluamous bellowed in anger as black smoke spewed from the explosions, engulfing the area. He could not see, but he knew that the next wind shaft was nearby. He kept his eyes closed and listened for the sounds of the wind gusting downward, and felt for the sharp pull of downward winds. As he approached it, he once again raised up another Dance of the Dragon tornado to control the winds as he descended down to the third level of the tombs. Now Eluamous knew why none had made it past the second level. The illusion kept them inside the room, and since it was an illusion of their home, something of great comfort, then they had no will to escape. In the end, they would starve to death. It had been a simple trap, but Eluamous knew that the next challenge would not be so simple. The level below was not peaceful. It was dark, and reeked of evil forces set to guard it.
Eluamous cautiously stepped out of the wind shaft. It was dark. The light from above could not be seen, for the illusion was still masked by his smokescreen. Left with no choice, Eluamous lit a torch, allowing the dim fire's light to pierce the darkness. Others may have feared the dim lighting, which made darkness seem to be the essence of death, but Eluamous had grown used to it. The light served a valuable purpose in the dark, and had saved him many times in the past. Pointing his torch forward, he was able to see two things; the next wind shaft and a great hulking beast. The creature was about ten feet tall; its head was covered in a white bonelike substance. Tiny, narrow, light green eyes could be seen between the bone covering its head and large fangs. The beast had powerful front legs, and its hind legs were ready to spring. Horribly decayed wings sprouted out of its back, which was covered in a mane of gray hair. Eluamous knew of only one creature of mythology that this beast could be. The beast was a desert variation of dragons, bred for traveling swiftly over the desert sands, a Cronoak. He had never heard of any left alive, nor of one that lived in the mountains; but here it was, and he had no choice but to fight it!
The Cronoak leapt out from the shadows at first sight of Eluamous’s light. Eluamous pointed his lance towards the beast and forced it back with a powerful blast of wind but the beast used its decayed wings to halt its movement and land safely on the ground. Eluamous knew that the Cronoak was not more dangerous than a dragon, but was still a deadly foe. Its powerful jaws were intended for crushing its victims, and possessed eyes designed to see with little or no light. The beast charged towards Eluamous once again, but missed its mark as Eluamous used his shadow-travel ability, granted to him from the Ring of Skardsen, an artifact which allowed him to use shadows as portals. He thought back to descriptions of the beasts, and hatched a plan, removing the outer layer of armor he had put on earlier, allowing his Infinity Armor to shine through. It was his only chance as well. Pointing his lighted torch at the Cronoak, Eluamous prepared himself as it made its final charge towards him. Eluamous jumped into the air, and with a powerful kick-off with his lands, landed on the Cronoak’s back. He gripped the Cronoak’s neck and focused on the beast’s life energies, tapping into them with the energy draining abilities of his Infinity Armor. He felt the beast’s strength flow through him. And to his horror, he saw the beast instantly age, as the Chakra energy it had been given acted as an anti-aging barrier. The beast, without its anti-aging barrier, collapsed into a decayed, lifeless skeleton in a matter of minutes. The beast crumbled to dust, as if it had never existed. The light from Eluamous’s torch had gone out, smothered by the dust, but he no longer needed it. He had taken the creature’s ability to see in the darkness as well. Making a mental note to check for any mutations once he escaped, Eluamous took the final wind shaft down to the final level.
The room was made of white marble and had two warrior statues, standing at about six feet high. The room had a mystical sense, and seemed to be like all the other rooms, save for one thing. There were no creatures here. No traps, no evil forces, only an aging piece of torn parchment, behind it a golden staff upon a silver pedestal. The staff was about five feet high, and was pure golden colored except for a bright blue gem encased in it. It must be Peranelijs, the staff of oceans! Eluamous walked up to the pedestal and grasped the staff. As he lifted it, a golden light filled the room. But the light was not pure, as the staff was. The light carried an enchantment.
The room had not been trapped, the staff had. The golden light awakened the two statues, which drew their weapons and charged at the intruder. Eluamous pointed his staff at the creatures, but the familiar red light did not fire. Pointing Peranelijs at the creatures, nothing happened either. The light had done more than awaken the creatures; from the looks of things, ninjutsu and genjutsu possessed no power here; much as with his Ring of Skarden's void barrier.
Eluamous quickly tied the staff to his back and took hold of the parchment, slipping it into his pack. Unsheathing Ensis Excorcizens, he used the kenjutsu sword style of Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuukuzuryuusen to slash through nine points of one of the statues and destroy its shield arm. Pushing off of the arm stump, he would launch himself back towards the pedestal in order to avoid a counterattack. Drawing one of his daggers, he threw it at the stature he had previously damaged. The strength he had absorbed from the Cronoak proved valuable, as the dagger had enough force to split the statue in half. Eluamous quickly headed for the second statue and raised Ensis Exorcizens. The ancient sword strengthened his attack, and a massive explosion erupted from his combustion powers, shattering the second statue on impact. The tomb quaked as the explosion rocked it. The golden light faded, as if its source had also been destroyed. As the tomb collapsed, Eluamous ripped away the lashings on his back and raised Peranelijs, and bellowed in a powerful voice as sonic energy erupted from the staff, shielding him from the collapsing stone. The stone surrounded him, but Eluamous had been prepared for this. As he released the energy, he activated the flying thunder god teleportation technique rising through it towards the surface, where the rising sun was there to greet him, standing atop the cliffside looking down on the word.
Eluamous had survived the tombs, and obtained new power. He checked himself to find no mutations had been made from the life drain. The abilities he’d absorbed could still be felt within him; powers to see in the darkness, and another increase in his physical strength. Taking note of this, Eluamous would call to Fai Ryu, mounting the black dragon as he unfolded the other half of the scroll he had obtained... He would only grin as it matched to his first piece, merging into one to form a whole contract...

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Naniyori had already seen the face of the shinobi before when he saw Elumaous Nailo, an old opponent training in the midst of Stone where the solid Earth was something that made such a lasting impression that even someone who accepted the inevitable would be drawn to believe that there was an eternity that could not overcome it's lasting impression. It was the perfect place for someone like him, trying to overcome almighty power to try and train Naniyori supposed, and he didn't begrudge those who were yet unaware of teh true power in the world the strength that they wanted. Naniyori wasn't one to interfere with their training either, if it meant that they would simply go on with their practice like normal ...unless he had business with them though. This just happened to be the case, as he had heard of a certain event in his own home village that would require the strength of the shinobi rouge along with this houligan if he wanted to put an end to them abruptly, in order to procure the safety and name of the village for the future he had been working for. Naniyori wanted to make a world where the strongest were respected for what they were, but if there were a bit of fools going around and making the entire system rattle because they were not yet aware of how powerful the ones they were challenging were, then he would have to take the pests and turn them into nothingness so they knew their own place in the world. If they disrupted the world now, it would make it harder for his dreams to become a reality, and that ...would be a real bother. "Do you intend to rely on that summon, or are you prepared to face your opponents directly? Can you ask yourself that and answer quickly and correctly already, failure of a shinobi? Or am I wrong, Elumanous Nailo?"

The thorough melodic sadness that played through the notes when he decided to stare at the sky could have given some indication of his true feelings had they been real. The slow and sad playing of a guitar in notes similar in level to something that brought out the true darkness and yearning in his heart that might have made anyone remember and dwell on the past that caused them such a troubled spike. Like the everlasting darkness cast upon a person as shackles, who had once been so close to seeing the light that they were able to reach out and grasp the life they always wished for...yet now there was only sorrow in his heart because the door had been so harshly closed on his hand, when his own moment's hesitation led to an eternity of yearning and loss in his own heart, something that could torture a normal human being into madness because they had reached such a point. Like he had once seen love and come so close that he could have touched her, and now he had been tainted by the fact that he could not stride forward constantly, and the thing that he had loved had been ruined because he could not speak up. That was his sin... but he had already buried that past away, and he no longer had the intention of dwelling on that kind of past, when he could hopefully improve his future. While not aware of his own yearning, he could still hope to move forward. Even if it hurt others, he could still move on by believing in his current actions, and that was simple.

"I was simply passing through on my way back to the village I was born in, as anyone of the Miyanari clan might do from time to time...is it so wrong to want to see my family? I might even have a dagger for their backs, so it shouldn't come as such a surprise." Naniyori lowered a glare at the other warrior as water danced around him, a sign that Naniyori too had never been one to quite giveaway his defenses, and he had already established relations with this person that ensured neither would easily lower their guard. In fact he knew that Eluamous probably saw him as nothing more than an enemy to be eliminated at this point, but he on the other hand had a use for the boy, and he would disguise it easily while also allowing him to know the intent. After all, it was not a mission he could handle on his own, so he needed back up, even if it came from his enemies. Naniyori sighed, knowing that while he enjoyed the banter quite deeply, the truth was that he would get no where if he simply continued to partake in the smack talk they were both accustomed to, and instead he lower his guard as the water reformed at Naniyori's feet instead. "Actually I'm going home because of an absurd declaration I heard. Something about outsiders thinking that they could claim the Hidden Cloud for their own; since the Miyanari clan has grown quite weak in recent years, I may be giving these invaders more credit than they deserve. But still, I would hate to see my home destroyed so easily... at least by anyone's hand other than my own. You should understand that at least, shouldn't you?" Naniyori knew that Nailo was also one who had seen the dark side of the Hidden Cloud, but he wouldn't let that keep him from protecting his home if the need arised. Hopefully, Naniyori could convince him that it was for the best to return and defend it... and in doing so they might even accidentailly end up working together. Wouldn't that be such a terrible thing?

Naniyori drew his sword and twirled the massive blade, a weapon the size of which one normal man could probably never carry easily fitting and being handled by his wrist. This was part of the infinite tijutsu training he'd done, and it gave him an exceptional amount of control that those who did not put their all into the world of the shinobi could not master or understand. It was not that simple of course, his control was far above that of most mortal men or shinobi, and even though they had significant power in their own rights, his physical prowess could not be obtained by all shinobi even if they put their hard work into it. It was for those who had extensive practice in the taijutsu arts and the physical arts of the ninja way, and that made him the perfect talent for the matter since he had always had a strange level of aptitude with the inhuman matters of matter. Instead, he had always had a slight lacking in the ninjutsu and genjutsu areas, which he had nearly been abandoned by the clan for- but with effort, as much as he could put in to the point that he felt his eyes would bleed and his tears would never end, he had overcome that point and eventually they had reached the point he was at today. No longer was he considered weak, instead he was considered a talented shinobi with a natural gift, and those ignorant masses kept thinking that they were right when they said that he was among the best of the best, and that their jealousy was well founded because HE hadn't done as much as they had. It was blasphemy in the shinobi world to make such a false accusation, but they were only human, not worthy of the title of shinobi or kages, and certainly of not being a god amongst men like he was, so it was natural that they did not realize all of the blood and sweat that he poured into being where he was, and what it took for him to reach that point. Naniyori was, basically, a product of hard work and effort and the guts he wanted since that time when his village nearly abandoned him all those years ago were now here, but the heart had not healed over such an incurable scab of a wound as that which they had stabbed him with. Why was it again that he had wanted to be of value to them, why was it that they did not see that he was someone who could become great, and instead had shunned him as an unstable power when he could have simply become a weapon that would have pierced the hearts of their opponents for him? Now he realized the problem though- he had always been too reliant upon the thouht of those who had never understood what true power could do for them, and it was because of that that he would take it into his own hands and in time, he would properly show them that the village was walking down the wrong path and heading into an insurmountable problem that would torment them before giving them destruction, something that he could not yet see happen as one of the last of the Miyanari who would soon fade out from their seat of power. Instead of allowing them to simply fade into oblivion as the process continued down the way it had always been, he would step in and intervene, changing the path so that the powerful remained in power, and those who were not able to stand on their own feet would become those who did not have to, because the strong would be there for them to serve. To support those of greater power was the cause of the weak, and their collective small efforts could benefit the ones who had such great efforts easily, creating a simple and powerful process. Naniyori knew that this was the way it was meant to be, because it was the way that it would have best worked. The system now told shinobi to support the weak and put their powers towards problems that did not fit the amount of effort provided, but that was never the way to solve the problems. Too much excess power wasted, too much time spent on things that would not change the course of history while armies moved and politicians continued to rule in ways that did cruel things to the world, yet people were so transfixed with the ideas of the man who sacrificed all for one girl, and the things of such insignificant purpose. Naniyori would never allow such miniscule paths to overwhelm the way of the strong again, and first he had to force those in the world to know just what it meant to have strength. To start a war, to make a path like Akatsuki to temporary peace, that was not the intention he had. Instead, it would be a much faster, more efficient road that he walked on...and when the time came, he would forge a peace that was permanent, that could not be removed by the mere presence of time and the human drive to obtain a power that surpassed the current power. He would not let such basic human emotions overcome the goal that he had for it, and he would lead his angels to become the new god of teh world. To be at peace in the midst of destruction, to never feel the need to harm in the midst of judgment, these were things that were necessary for the cool head of the leader of the new world, one who was above human. And he, for sure, was no longer who who was possessed by the simple pleasures of the inhuman behaviors that only those who WERE human could commit...he was beyond that, and in the inklings that they had to overthrow those of divine race, Naniyori would see fit that they received the punishments worthy of the fallens angels, the demons, the ones who no longer could tell right from wrong and thus become harmful substances that marred the surface of the Earth. He intended to ascend, and in the balance of the world's wake he knew that they would in turn fall so that the equality could continue as it always had. That was Naniyori's fault, he would accept the burden of having sent those loathsome souls down the wrong path, even if it was simply because they did not understand his mission of justice and wanted in turn to commit their own justice, as cruel as it was onto the world, and he would make them suffer for their wrongs. He would correct his own mistake if need be, and he would give the world peace from even the disasters that he caused- not fit for absolution, unless he was capable of dealing with these things in the first place. Naniyori would accept these things, and if he could not deal with the situation then he was not fit for divinity. Besides, a god reserved the right to wipe the surface clean, and if humanity was really such a pathetic illness festering wildly in the world's wound then he would just disinfect it, giving the planet time for the wound to salve and seal, before he attempted to give new life to the world that he had now claimed. Life was a precious thing, but he valued that of the world above the pathetic urchins that continued to leech off of it, the imperfect creations of a lesser god that had come before him, without the will to see it through by guiding them with his hand... Naniyori would see such a creature removed and reprimanded, and in turn he would guide the world back on to the correct path. If there was a god of teh shinobi world who created it all, then he would make that god suffer for his inaccuracies when he attempted to make a world worth living in. What a sham the entire world was, and how lucky it was to have found a savior willing to set it straight, even if he had to sacrifice every living thing in it in order to maintain the peace and security of the surface that had such boundless amounts of fruit and energy to give...

"I hope you don't assume that I intend to work with you simply because I mentioned that the village hidden amongst the clouds is in danger. You do your thing, and I'll do mine. " Naniyori twirled the blade once more, sheathing it on his back as he prepared to go on, smirking as he looked at the winged beast of the man who had offered to provide the village that was so unsuccessfully weak, folding his arms. "But if you wish, I'd be more than willing to get a ride. I have a good deal of business with those who think that they can claim a village so easily just by using their brute force against those who aren't even attempting to take it back. But to think that village hidden in clouds could take them so lightly, hardly even putting up resistance; they must have let themselves go. Why shouldn't I remind them what a true shinobi looks like by putting my all into this fight, wiping out a couple of insolent punks, hm? I can at least do that much for those who do not fully understand what level of power is needed for the future..." Naniyori stepped onto the dragon, his sword resting safely on his back as he thought about what it was that would draw him to protect the village, where even his family no longer mattered to him... the place that would kill him on sight. And he would deal with them in an appropriate manner, if they were truly as weak as they seemed to have become.
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Chikusho walked into the village and sighed contently. It was great to be home, especailly now that she had her headband. She had her head band wrapped around her left arm, the shiney metal glinting in the light that poured into the village. As she walked, several people would stop and talk in a worried tone. It was clear why they were nervous. She was now allowed to learn her clan's techniques, techniques that would be able to blow an entire village up into dust. Of course she'd never try that on her own home village. She needed ths place in case there were still more techniques out there that she needed to learn. The first thing she planned on learning was the Jibaku Bunshin - Self-Destructing Clone Technique. Shadow clones were great and all, but she needed something better. Something that wouldn't disappear if some one punched it. With this jutsu, she could fight others with out actually having to fight them, and when she got bored she could just blow them up. What more could an artist ask for in a work of art? As she walked, her high heels clacked lightly on the ground. Her strawberry blonde hair blew behind her shoulders as a breeze passed by her. There was a some what sinister smirk on her face, which only made people even more nervous about her learning the clan moves of Bankou. Of course, none of them knew why she was smirking. The reason for her good mod was simple, she had a new partner and they would be taking over sooner or later. Her being here meant she was coming that much closer to being useful to Zero. Sure, he was probably more after her body than her skills, but if she could learn how to control her exploding clay better than maybe he'd see her as more than as a sexy girl. She walked up to one of the houses and stepped in. This some what small house was her's. She had stolen some of the clan scrolls earlier, but some one had made it so she couldn't get to them until she got a head band. She held the shiney metal up to the clasp and pressed it in, causing the lid to the box the scrolls were in to pop open. She reached in and pulled out the scroll for Jibaku Bunshin - Self-Destructing Clone Technique, smirking even wider as she closed the box back up so no one else would be able to take the scrolls away from her. She went outside behind her house, making sure to take a pouch that was sitting on a counter with her. Once outside, she read the scroll over and over again and smirked. She closed her eyes and focussed hard on what needed to be done.

She had almost forgotten Zero was with her until she was about to make the bunshin. She looked over her shoulder to make sure he was still with her. "Oy, Zero, if you're hunry or thirsty, feel free to raid the fridge. In the mean time, I'm going to try learning on of moves I've been dieing to learn since I had heard of it. It's kind of tricky, and if I do it wrong it could... cause issues. I need to focus on this, so none of that sneaking up behind me and whispering in my ear, alright?"
((Jibaku Bunshin - Self-Destructing Clone Technique- 572/800))

Grinning the Blood God casts himself easily over the barriers that prevented entrance to Hidden Stone, soon twisting in the air and landing upon the ground in a swift gushing motion of blood, as if he was bleeding, but the blood soon vanished into the air as if there was never any there. Long red hair cascading over his pale features as blood pool like eyes turn their swirling gazes onto the village that was before him. "Well well well. A village of stone? May as well have some fun while I'm here eh?" Serkan says as he begins walking forward, each foot step seeming to leave a single print of blood that vanishes after the next one is made. An odd sight to behold, was this male truly a god of blood? "Welcome, the Blood God, Serkan. And now. All of you in this village.. Kneel at my feet and worship my power. I have no need of your village, only the people that claim it as their own. Worship to me now, and you shall live!" He declares, his voice booming over the village as he leaps up onto the nearest building and then casts his swirling gaze around at the place before him. He had no real need, he was only gaining followers. Hidden Blood would soon be his, this was just to gain an army. Something that would assist in his preparations to take over the world. One bloody step at a time, anyway.