Transcendence [P][DE]

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No longer desiring to carry the body the Masamune dropped the bloodied corpse to the ground, frowning with a shake of his head. This will do no good. . With a flick of the wrist he unstrapped the blade from his belt, metal gleaming under the starlight, and struck the neck, edge first. Again and again he struck, cutting skin, flesh, and bone. In finality, with a forceful jerk, he tore off the head of the female shinobi he had slain and, using her hairs, tied it around his belt. Continuing to carry the corpse shall tire the body, and as the night creeps in, senses must stay sharp, exhaustion distant.

With a grunt he skulked upwards, feet tracing along the grasses of a hill. The frown morphed into a grim smile as a mark of interest revealed itself before Musou’s eyes – a forest, thick and majestics, the greenery a mighty reminder of Kusa no Kuni’s traits. Deep he could not see, for the light beneath the trees was lacking, but it mattered not, for he rather walk into the unknown than expected.

The Masamune adjusted the goods upon his shape before entering. The previously used blade was strapped tightly to the belt, along with the shield which hung from the back, attached to the massive iron sand gourd nearly equal to him in shape. Two pouches were upon his belt, holding a variety of tools - projectiles, grenades, gas masks, goggles for vision in the dark, a single scroll, and exploding tags. A final glance into the pouch brought the confidence he required – acknowledgement and verification of what he held.

Right hand was raised to the lips and teeth dug into the finger, penentrating skin and drawing blood. The wound was only minor, but enough for what was to be done. Hands moved in a flicker as a series of seals were performed, ending with the palm slamming onto the ground. A cloud of smoke arose and within stood a black furred gorilla, massive at almost seven feet, standing above Musou.

”We go into the jungle to face the dangers of the night. I ask that you carry me.”

The primate knelt and nodded. With the verification, Musou mounted its back, the mighty monkey not faltering under the weight. Noriyoi erupted into a rapid run, carrying the Masamune without difficulties into the jungle that lied ahead.

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Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Guugen Animaru) (Summoning Technique (Fabled Animal)) [20 TP]
Rank: “D,” “C,” “B,” “A,” “S”
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A summoning technique that allows the Summoner to summon a Mystical Beast, or a Fabled Animal the same rank as the rank the user knows in the technique.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: Picture 1-A; Picture 1-B, Picture 1-A; Picture 1-B A technique that allows the user to summon up a Fabled Beast. The beast are summoned by signing a Blood Pact with the animal Summons. User is able to summon any creature of the same rank as the user learns the Technique. The user performs the hand seals needed and slams their hands into the ground to summon the creatures needed. There are different ways to summon a Mystical Creature. Some use Tattoos as a medium, while some do it normally by slamming their hand into the ground. In order to summon something “D” Rank, user must learn “D” Rank Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Guugen Animaru) (Summoning Technique (Fabled Animal)). In order to summon something “C” Rank, user must learn “C” Rank Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Guugen Animaru) (Summoning Technique (Fabled Animal)). In order to summon something “B” Rank, user must learn “B” Rank Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Guugen Animaru) (Summoning Technique (Fabled Animal)). This continues on till “S”
Limit: Must be a Summoner, Must Sign a Bloodpact

Name: Noriyoi
Size: Large
Special: None
Gender: Male
Duration: To the completion of the Summoner’s task or 30 posts, whichever one comes first.
Personality: This monkey does not like to speak, he only talks when he needs to. He is a solitary male and he doesn’t like people in large numbers. He is a “blackback” gorilla; the second in command under a silverback gorilla, because of this he has no problems taking orders from a Summoner.
Description: Noriyoi is an Eastern Lowland Gorilla, but he looks like every other gorilla out there. He is very large, standing almost seven feet tall and weighing almost 500 pounds. He is very large, even among gorillas. Noriyoi’s fur is almost all black, the fur on his back being slightly lighter, almost the color of dust. On his forehead there is a small patch of dark red fur. Noriyoi is mostly used as a transport summon, able to hold almost anyone on his back, sitting on his back it is very easy for anyone to stay on even while Noriyoi s running.
Weapons: None
Jutsus: None

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Discomfort arose as darkness crept in, the terrifying jungles vigilant gaze never fading. Eyes widened in surprise as a sudden stop halted the Masamune and his primate companion, embracing their figure, capturing them tightly as the sticky substance clung tightly to the skin and fur. Through the impact the gorilla and Musou grunted, quite confused and dazzled by the sudden capture. Disoriented, his head shifted, but after some seconds passed, senses were regained – but still he was not entirely certain of what happened , just that something had captured him.

”It is best for you to go.” he said to Noriyoi, and with a nod a thick cloud of smoke covered the primate before it disappearing, returning to its distant home.

To go into the offensive would be foolish at this moment, for Musou was unaware of how close he was to the ground, and that could result in a rather painful if not fatal fall. Further, he did not know of the trappers locations. Simply hearing the voice was not enough. He was at a loss, but rather than continuing to dabble in the confusion the Masamune spoke out, voice a deep, low grumble.

”If you attempt to steal my possession, then attempt to do so. You will not succeed.” While he was normally quite confident, his voice was rather low, as Musou was uncertain of whether or not he stood a chance against a foe whose location was hidden by the dark jungles.

He shook his head before speaking yet again. Being more direct should be of help rather than drawing this situation out.

”I have come here on a search, to find the Kumomousha, not to lose my possessions.”

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Complications. How he hated complications. No words were spoken as the Kumomousha threw his taunts, – brown eyes merely lingered on the figure, watching his every movement. Musou’s brow creased and teeth crunched together as hands reached into his pouches. Blood began to pump furiously and the lungs heaved from increased breath. Anger began to grow, but quickly subsided as the man-spider backed away after locating the head.

Needless violence seemed to be of some use, considering the value of the head in this escapde, but the time to be tranquil had not yet come. His skin tingled slightly as the net began to fluctuate. Something had begun to move, and without hesitation in this moment of rather unfortunate events the Masamune burst into action, the polarity field, imbued with doton and ration expanding outwards. Chakra flowed into the satetsu within the gourd before rising into the air, several hundred kilograms of miniscule grains hovering less than a meter before him.

Hands erupted into a dance as one handseal followed another, the cloud of satetsu splitting and beginning to take shape. The poles within the iron altered at various locations to allow the grains to attract one another, forming into eight hexagonal plates, each with a diameter of two feet and a thickness of six inches. These plates, once created, were not created through handseals, but something much simpler – the polarity field. Using that mixture of chakra, that fine ability of the kekke-genkai, the hexagonal plates split into several groups. Two hovered towards his right, two to the left, two remained in the air before him. With the defensive measures on the various sides he awaited for the spider to close the distance.

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Closer the spider came, and doom crept inwards, eager to embrace the Masamune’s soul and cast him into a life beyond. Now was no time for death, that lingering oblivion beyond. Much had to be done in this life – a rebellion to bring the damned Feudal Lords to their end and so much more. A grim frown spread across his features as the spider came creeping in, an overwhelming sense of frustration washing over his mind.

Now is not the time to forfeit.

Gaze lingering on the spider which was so close, Musou ordered two of the plates to move, simply using the polarity field to control them – a might over electromagnetism – no handseals required. Quickly two plates came rushing in towards the spider, one directly towards its head and fangs and the others hovered above to come crashing downwards onto its back. The six other plates remained above Musou, hovering only a meter above his shape.

Simultaneously as the two plates were send out to strike, he attempted to forcefully tear his right arm free to reach down to the pouch to grab a kunai. Muscles flexed as he tore, desperately hoping that at least a single limb can be separated from this wretched trap.

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The Masamune grunted as the pain shot through his arms, knuckles whitening as he grabbed the kunai tightly – else it be dropped, and the armament was one of the only means of defense. The grunt evolved into a wince as the spider began its assault, the beast fortunately not yet having injected its poison. Musou flicked the kunai into the air, the metal suspended merely by the polarity field, the electromagnetic ability of the Masamune.

Four of the plates hovered around to where the spider had begun its attack, also in control of the polarity field, came crashing downwards in an attempt to strike the spiders back forcefully, perhaps wound it or kill it if the impact was successful and mighty enough. The kunai, its magnetic poles shifted, came rushing downwards for the spiders foreparts, the location predicted –not entirely known-, the guess made by the almost overwhelming pain on his back.

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The pain by the spiders taunting strikes was worsened when the Masamune fell onto the floor with a grunt, disoriented for some moments. Slowly he pushed himself upwards, back still aching, and the arm which was torn from the web before burning slightly. A frown spread his face – he did not like pain, nay, not at all. Senses were regained fully after a voice was heard.

Musou’s eyes narrowed as a familiar figure revealed itself. The kunai was returned to the pouch and secured. From above the iron hexagons too came hovering downwards to remain suspended five meters above the Masamune’s head.

”I come to have the ritual of the Kumomousha performed on me. That is why I have come here.”