Village:Blossoms Rank:Jounin Chakra: 180/230 Speed: Six Strength: Four Class: assassin Bloodline/Clan:Yamanaka/idols Techniques Used:
"You'll never save your little girlfriend. This new body of mine is pretty fine. If you're too stupid to realize...it's me...Aomi you idiot", the woman ran upon him and flipped from the debris directly towards him in an attempt to kick him in the head; just enough to knock him fully unconscious. Aomi had some uses for him in the future. She needed him alive.
◭Yami ◮ I may not, be able to match his power, But i can give you one hell of a battle I wont allow your death to go un-avenged. ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ Yami Let her hit him in the head. What was he to do. Hit back and risk hurting the real vivian? With that he became unconscious D*mn it Amand were the hell are you, Could use your help right now. Those words were the only thing that could surface his mind. Did she kill me? what's going on? Those were other thoughts he had. As he then ceased his thoughts as he continued to sit and dream. ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎u⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ ▸Brother, I'll avenge you, Your life lives on threw me. ▹▸He died, And you showed not one look of grief.What if you were to die, and no one cared. ▸▹▸Big brother...May you rest, In un-disturbed slumber. Bakuton Yamikonton Assasin Genin- Speed: 3(+3/-1) / Strength: 4(((+1/-1)) 5,000 ryo Chakra points:160 Armand Score: 1 Yami Score: 1
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 9:37 am
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Village:Blossoms Rank:Jounin Chakra: 180/230 Speed: Six Strength: Four Class: assassin Bloodline/Clan:Yamanaka/idols Techniques Used:
Aomi would look down at the unconscious body. "That was commendable....", the girl lowered her head to the boy and kisses his cheek. Aomi had a thing for younger guys, his demeanor really attracted her. Something told her he wouldn't want an old woman like her. Easily she'd drag him away. An obvious trail leading directly to where they were going.
Was he ever really human? He had failed to bring pleasure to himself and his demon... It was the end of his life and all he had done is run away. From Kumogakure. From his birth place. Even from the place where he reigned as queen for almost two years. He was finished doing this, however. What was the point, after all? He was dying of a sickness he never thought he would get. Kisuke Joukai stared up at the sky for a brief moment, and in that brief moment he saw the light. Afterward, he was no longer him, but someone floating in darkness. "I release you, My Gyuki."
The Gyuki was sad to see him let go like this, but a bundle of being compressed and empty finally got ahold of him. Free... He was free. To terrorize whoever he wished, however he wish. He laughed wickedly, his wild body swinging around and smashing into buildings as he went. The demon started to mindlessly stomp on people and things as they ran for help.
7(+1/-2)/ Strength: 13(+3/-2)
400/400
Jutsu: Stage 3 - Upon the final stage, the host has two options. If the host reaches this stage before they've fully mastered control over their demon, they will die. The Hachibi will take complete form--and complete control--over their body, killing them instantly and going on a rampage.
Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 4:03 pm
Gyuki would laugh as the people and residents of the puny city screamed. It didn't take long for him to destroy half the town- using barely any strength to demolish small buildings, and carts. The blossoming city? It was like a death wish to be around it. No shinobi was getting in his way, so he continued to go through and destroy things before eventually just leaving the area.
7(+1/-2)/ Strength: 13(+3/-2)
400/400
Jutsu: Stage 3 - Upon the final stage, the host has two options. If the host reaches this stage before they've fully mastered control over their demon, they will die. The Hachibi will take complete form--and complete control--over their body, killing them instantly and going on a rampage.
"It's time for a rematch, Uzumaki Seiga!" Mayu yelled. She stood out in the field with her fists prepared, rising from her sides, her chakra swelling up for combat. Last time they faced this guy, they were Genin with very little ability. Now, they were Chuunin, and together they could damn well take on a higher-ranked shinobi. The Uzumaki stood out there, silently, sitting on his knees and seemingly meditating without a movement or a sight. However, as the emotions rose, so too did his audibility. He eventually looked up to the two of them, and sighed. "We don't need to fight," he said. "You don't understand me, and so how can you so easily resolve to kill me? Is that not a sign of your weakness?" He looked to them earnestly, and tried to gauge what may be inside of their hearts. However, to be honest, they were always very cold when it came to orders and the fulfillment of them. They had lines, of course, that could not be crossed. But for this man -- who was guilty of murder and treason -- to inquire into their feelings, that was something that meant nothing to them. "How can you say that? You've killed tons of people without knowing their heart, all in attempt to carry out your own agenda. You would've killed my sister and I without a single shred of grief, earlier, at the mountain. Now, you beseech us, why? Because you've truly had a change of heart, or because we're strong enough to beat you now?" He returned the gaze, and the man began to stand up.
He patted off his pants, small amounts of dirt and dust gliding off to hit the floor. He was in an outfit that you'd expect in a sparring arena, though more spiritual and humble than just that. He looked much as other Uzumaki tended to - blonde, with a strawberry shade, with deep blue eyes and fair skin. He was not like them, though. This man was pervaded by evil. "I did not have a change of heart, and I did not become afraid of you. It's more like -- before you die, I want to tell you what you've been unable to understand. I would feel guilty if I did not at least allow you this knowledge. You can choose to listen, or you can choose to not listen. In the end, your own morals are the ones being tested." He looked to both of them, and crossed his arms. "This land is dying. It was never to survive. We have failed this world." An interesting way to start, though to be honest, he sort of sounded like most of those crazy anarchist hippies rising up these days.
They didn't feel deterred at all, from just that. He continued to go on, however. "I believe that Christian is a good man. He was genuinely trying to make a difference in the world. Perhaps the current Raikage are the same way; I don't know. The Shogun isn't, though. None of them are. They are all just trying to further their own prestige. And what becomes of that? Ignorance of everything; of the outside world, of the different cultures and people from all over the land. More than anything, it leads to the ignorance of the land itself. We still don't understand where we came from, thousands of years in. We don't even care. We just want more." He turned to the side, staring at the east. Kyon and Mayu were . . . interested now, you could say. He felt much as they did, although they were forced onto opposite sides. Still, what did this all lead to? What was his conclusion?
"Not everyone is like that. In the Demon Country, where I was originally from, I learned the truth of the world. All things emerged from there, at the beginning of this era's span of life. Moments before the emergence of this new shinobi world, human beings were flourishing across all four corners and nothing was ever at odds. Demons didn't exist, the natural balance was not so terraformed as now, although I admit there was war. What changed so quickly, that an entire world full of advanced civilization was wiped out in an instant?" He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a notebook that he had been carrying for the purpose of studying -- he'd held this object close at hand for a very long time. In it were the Ningen's depictions of mortality and immortality, the past and present, and even the future. "What happened then is about to happen once more. There is a force far beyond mortal comprehension that is coming, and it is going to send us to the grave. The planet is dying; without the Mythical Beasts of old, it could never sustain itself. There is one man keeping it alive, but he too will soon pass. You western shinobi with your constant war and hatred live in ignorance; the end, it's not a million years further, it's now!" The Saigon. He spoke of them, of their presence in the world, of their maintaining of balance and order.
Without them, he imagined that the world was truly doomed. This was his understanding, his truth. Kyon respected that, Mayu detested it. Either way, he was destined to die. "That's your religion," Kyon said. "It's not our religion. We're not going to allow you to kill our people because of your perception of the future. If that was really your only excuse for your assassination of tens of hardworking military personnel, then you should have only expected what future was ahead." They readied themselves, to engage into this combat against a man that was -- on an individual level -- their better. He was driven, he was powerful. They knew that this would be their strongest opponent, and that this time, he would be even more ruthless than before. But . . .
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He would lose. By the end of this engagement, he had so little chakra that he could not even use the Flying Thunder God, and they did not intend to allow him to regenerate it. Mayu stomped her sandal against his face, and began to kick him and bash him in constantly. Kyon, at the same time, readied for him his justice. "For every scream you forced, we will force from you ten more." She bashed him in more, more, more, breaking his bones and chunking his flesh. Kyon leaned in, frowned, and breathed acid into his face. The result was horrifying screams that would last seconds, then minutes, before he would die horrifically. The rogue was dead, but as a result, the two of them felt more detached from their ideals than they ever had.
"You'll never save your little girlfriend. This new body of mine is pretty fine. If you're too stupid to realize...it's me...Aomi you idiot", the woman ran upon him and flipped from the debris directly towards him in an attempt to kick him in the head; just enough to knock him fully unconscious. Aomi had some uses for him in the future. She needed him alive.
