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Joker wrapped his hands around his new mask. He loved the feel of it. He could be intangible just by his thoughts alone..He scratched his head a tad bit as he sighed slowly. He looked up and he could feel the fire burning somewere. He wasn't exactly sure but he knew when he felt chaos and destruction. He walked slowly towards the end of the village.

Joker had always had a connection to chaos of some kind that was going on at the village he was at the time. Some sort of strange connection that he had embodied at birth. To always know when something dangerous was happening. He looked up and he sighed slowly as he placed a tooth pick in hsi mouth and he started to walk forward. Joker only wondered what was going on this world. He could feel something big going on but could not exactly put his finger on it. Something with a greater bags of tricks than him..Somebody who could even make him afraid of their tricks. it was unlikely that he would fear him...or her...but it could be very well possible. Joker hated that somebody could be better than him..but he wasn't that strong...He needed to get stronger.

Joker looked and he once again was captured by the thoughts of the fire. Joker kept walking forward as he sighed slowly. He looked slowly as he felt a fire about to explode. He then saw these kids making the fire slower. They were containing the fires in side of their mask. Joker looked at the mask with interest. Joker looked as they all turned his way. They all looked like they had been burned from their heads. Joker only laughed as he saw this. They looked like they were intense pain. However they were able to control the fire. SOmething that Joker..had sort of wanted to do..sort of was the word. He did see the children make the fire get bigger and explode even larger.

Joker only tilted his head sideways as he looked at them. The children only backed away in fear at the same time. Joker licked his lips as he kept walking towards them. They all set a fire at one time. However Joker shot a ray of water at them. They were serverly hurt by the water as Joker figured that water would do more damage to a person than what it usually did while wearing the mask. Joker only stepped forward as he sighed slowly. He punched one of the kids in the face as hard as possible as he ripped their mask off their face. he had came hear in peace and these kids tried to set him on fire..like the girl did. He however looked at them as he bowed slowly. Joker only took the mask and he looked at them they were normal under the mask. Which meant that this was the mask he was looking for.

"the Ghost mask and the Fire Mask..should be fun stuff together..right.."

Joker laughed.

They were both playing with speed. Of course, this was a natural process for some to do. But he should be faster. Even with his opponent's intense set of speed, Zaman had an advantage of his own, he was not of the race known as the humans. With a twisted grin, he makes a hand sign, vanishing on the spot to suddenly be above his opponent with the use of the Body Flicker Technique. A rapid set of hand seals led to the casting of the technique known as Mythical Fire Phoenix. Multiple balls of black flame being cast down at his opponent. Made faster, and larger by the wind that his opponent was using. This was simple logic, though wind might part flames, they did not allow for something as simple as being able to keep the flames from following them. Zaman grins his unnatural grin, as his bloody olive eyes watch his opponent for a moment. He needed to know, exactly what was going to happen as far as all these attacks he used. He was ready, and willing to do battle. Even outside of his Demonic state, he was a rather fearsome being, since he was composed of a human form, but demonic looks like his eyes, teeth and claws. He was ready for the fight, and with the use of his active Flameglide Technique, he could remain in the air quite easily for a moment, before he would drop down to land in a slight crouch on the ground.

With the Universal Time Understanding Style Taijutsu technique, Zaman watches as his opponent appears before him, as soon as the attack was released, he was suddenly stopping in his descent. His clan Dragonfly Technique: Azure Wings allowing wings made of chakra to emerge from his back, as he swiftly, in a good deal of speed, dodges the attack placed on him, even int he air before it could reach him. Seeming to just appear before his opponent after the slash was placed, Zaman then thrusts his hand forward, his other hand forming hand seals as he times the attack with his Universal Time Understanding Style. Making it the perfect time for him to strike. Using the Yaiba no Jutsu, as a blade of chakra and electricity form from his finger tips. He aimed to strike his opponent, and end them. Since they would not be so lucky as to hit the ground and dodge from the attack, this time around. Zaman's bloody olive eyes glare darkly, as he attacks with his inhumane speed. Was he moving with an enhanced state already, due to the wings and the flames at his feet. Was that the source of his speed, or was there something else that fueled his inhumane speed and strength in order for him to fight at such a level.

"Burn.. Idiot..." Zaman says, as he lands in a crouch and then creates a swift flow of hand signs. Soon the entire dome was a lit with black flames, covered every inch of space within. Zaman grinned darkly, having used the technique known as the Great Sphere Technique. Now, the entire dome was covered in black flames, or at least they would be. As such, it would burn his opponent alive in a matter of moments. Zaman chuckles, as he stands there amidst the flames. He had used the technique known as Innerfire, in order to protect himself from his own flames. This was a simple technique to use, and it made him safe. His opponent on the other hand, was probably dead. And so, Zaman waited for this dome to lower, from where it was around him.

"Enough talk.." Zaman says, as he shakes his head slowly, as soon as the man drew and returned his blades to his sheaths. Zaman had vanished from where he stood, taking this momentary distraction in order to suddenly appear beside his opponent. Since they had taken the time to strike where he was not standing, he took the time and precision to use the active Universal Time Understanding Style. To strike with his now flaming hands, towards his opponent's back. Not using a normal flame, but that of five seperated black flames, floating at the tips of his fingers for maximum advantage. He wanted to finish his opponent as soon as possible, and then leave the charring corpse on the ground for the ravens to pick at, that was a decent plan of his. Though even if he didn't kill the male, it did not matter, it was only a normal human life. No matter the speed. His abilities should always be stronger then that of the human's. Chuckling darkly to himself, as he strikes out with one hand, his other making hand seals before using the technique known as Goddess Hands in order to have more arms and hands come from his sides. Now he had four hands striking with black flames, and two more making needed hand seals, as his opponent was distracted with the single blast of energy in the wrong direction. Zaman grins as he strikes.

Standing still, Zaman takes almost every strike that was aimed for him. Not once did he decide to move out of the way of the attacks. Perhaps it was because he could not contend with the speed? Or maybe there was a grander meaning to all this. Either way, as soon as the attacks were done, Zaman chuckles as pure black blood dropped from the wounds, before his skin seemed to peel away and off his body, revealing a mound of skin and around him on the ground and the blood gone from where the wounds once were. With a slight chuckle, he takes a step away, and then the skin rises to become a second Zaman, reforming itself from the skin in order to become a Molt Clone. "You're weak... Speed does not help you, if your strikes do little damage. Even with a pretty sword like yours." Zaman says, as he slowly rolls his bloody olive eyes in their sockets. Now two Zaman were standing side by side, but neither moved at all. The reason why was unknown for the moment, but it was an odd sight, to see two matching shinobi, just standing there unmoving and silent.

A wooden hand stretched out, closing its grasp on the headband whose title laid waste countless villages. The puppet man smirked as he held it close to himself. "Looks like I have a battle ahead of me" Tai mumbled to himself. A thin cloud of black sand slipped from his mouth, carried by the winds of tomorrow.