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"Saketsu... please... dont do this... I... i dont want you to do this." Kuro unwound the bandages on his left hand to show the scares and the burnd marks following the chackra network. "You once gave me advice to heal my hand... now i give you advice. Come back to the Mist village... you dont have to do this." The tears streaming down Kuros face increased in intencity as years of bottled up emotions flood to the surface.

~Kuro-senpai...shedding tears...?!~
"Rahhhh!" Kosutsume suddenly unleashes a high-pitched scream as a thick mist once again covers her body!
"Saketsu-dono...you were the only one to ever give me guidance...you were also the first one to hurt my friends and i...Saketsu..." The mist clears up revealing Doku enveloped in a huge orange chakra and his claws were outstretched with a extension of chakra, though azure as it was being controlled by Kosutsume...~"sigh...looks like i didn't get to fight at all...owell i'll help you young Doku! *giggles*"~
"...but my father would never forgive me if i failed his last wish! I WILL PROTECT THIS VILLAGE AND ITS SHINOBIES IN MY FATHERS NAME!"

(ok gotta sleep, cyas guys xD)

Saketsu's eyes finally became bloodshot. The bottled up rage of eighteen years was finally released. "GRAH!"Saketsu bellowed as a Tattoo-like skull burned across the top of his forehead. After that he started falling to the ground, all of his puppets falling with him.

"Whateve it is he's doing, i dont like." Kuro turned to Shura. "Stay out of this. This is betwene me, Saketus, and Doku. Interfeer, and i wont hesitate to kill you." He then turned back to Saketsu, disregarding the 3 empty sheaths and crouching into a fighting stance.

Saketsu falls at a rapid pace, unconciously. The skull on his forehead burned like it was on fire. The puppets fell quicker than Saketsu, and very few of them broke against the ground, this showing the true art of creating puppets, a sure defense and a sure offense.

Tears also now fell down Shura eyes, remember the love his family gave him. But, sadly, he also remembered the prejudice he faced with being different. Eventually, his father died due to 'supernatural' causes and his mother dying of illness. When a group of shinobi came in to take over the village, the first person the village sent out to as bait was himself. It was his 11th birthday.

Fear, angst, and rage filled up his former 10 year old body, and the Asura (fighting demon) finally got out, masscering enemy and villages alike.

"If reason and kindness won't persuade you, then I'll play your game..."

Shura strikes three pressure points, each on both sides of his head. His chakra began to emit a dark blue sapphiric color.

"Then I'll try blind enraged violence on your brittle body! THIS IS THE FATE OF ONE WHO WALKS THE PATH OF ASURA!!!"

Dark sapphire tattoe swirls slither around his skin, although his eyes still remained closed. He whips his body and delivers Musou Daisenpuu, a knock up kick that sends it's oppenents into the air for an areiel combo.

(No curse mark. This is the burden of being the succesor of Musouken. You'll be engulfed by the Asura, the fighting demon.)

"Oh!!" Shura keeled over, feeling the air escaping his lungs, ribs being crushed by the impact. At the same time, he grabbed onto the same leg that Kuro used to strike. Kuro could clearly see this is different then being in cursed seal form. Shura's head had veins popping out, his teeth were bared as if being pushed to the point at a mental state, like some sort of beast who lived only to fight.

"The one who will die..."

He was beginning to snap Kuro's ankle out of it's socket so as to prevent him from running or having a defensive stance against the next attack.

"IS YOU!!"