At The Brink

Toorima looks back to the Sunagakure shinobi at the sound and tone in his voice obviously aggitated about the attack Toorima mounted just moments ago. The sounds of the man urinating before a stranger in another land is little more than blatant disrespect and should be punished severely. However, Toorima stays his blade for just a moment before attempting another offensive. To the chuunin there are too many variables to act on such a minor insult, and should instead engage in conversation to ascertain more information.

"What is Sunagakure doing in Kusa no Kuni? I wasn't aware of that village having any operatives remaining in this area. State your business or die. Choose now," Toorima responds with an authoritative tone. He fully intends on killing this invader but waits for a better opportunity. A fleeting thought of employing his most powerful asset flits in and out of the chuunin's consideration, but that too will wait. For the moment, he keeps the white hood lowered so the upper half of his face is concealed but still enable him to see his enemy.

The Sunagakure's response is little more than blatant disrespect and insulting to presume a man of Toorima's stature would stoop so low as to be influenced by the temptations of fleshly sins. Slowly, the Kusagakure shinobi inserts the tip of Hagun's thirsty blade back into its sheathe, carrying a false expression of consideration on his visage as he glares at the young man.

"So you have chosen Death..." Toorima says slowly as Hagun's guard clicks against the sheathe. In a blindly fast flurry of motions the highly skilled chuunin weaves a few handseals, foregoing his other alternatives to perform select jutsu. The final seal, Hebi, is held for a split second as the chakras course throughout the man's body and bleed into the immediate surroundings.

Should the Sunagakure shinobi continue to just look at Toorima, he would notice an aura of spectral blue light manifesting around Toorima's torso, arms, and head. The spectral aura quickly molds itself into a vague outline of some godlike entity as it lifts itself from Toorima's body. Blackened cursed marks burn into the chuunin's arms as the amorphous aura takes the form of Shinigami, the God of Death. Shinigami hovers directly behind Toorima and envelopes the chuunin in his spectral robes, merging his essence with the chuunin. Toorima's hair grows bestial beneath his hood, his fingernails elongate and sharpen, and his skin pales as the cursed marks glow, signifying the merger of the two entities. Finally, the jutsu ends with the chuunin's eyes glowing a brilliant yellow radiating from underneath the white hood, and his canine teeth lengthening into sharp fangs.

"Prepare yourself Sunagakure shinobi. I shall grant you this small quarter so you may have an honorable, albeit swift, death," the Shinigami-Toorima mutters with an eerie, spiritual voice that seems to echo from every nearby surface.