.Of Crimson And Queens.

[Koori.]

+10

[Umehara]

+10 - Seppuku.

[60/70]
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Training: Shunshin No Jutsu [. Five Times Training]

[0|10]

"The chapters turn..and the pages are torn from their resting place."

Atsuhiro muttered. The occuli peered forth to take pride in the ministrations of his other half, the arms raising to fold themselves across a defined abdomen. The rain was beginning to move into a deceased state, the clouds slowly beginning to part as the rain turned into nothing more but a hail of drizzle that poured down upon them. Impressive was the state in which the Katon affinity had struck the assailant, but to his obvious conclusion the swordmaster had taken much punishment from such an element more than one may have perceived. He stared at Atsuhiro for moments as the words reverberated in his ear drums, his own orbs gaining a deathly stare. "You would kill a man who aids you?" he questioned.

He expected some type of remorse from the Destroyer..some type of recognition for his words. It was as the victim when the executioner was with axe, ready to cleave the cranium from the neck and release the contents therein onto the wooden planks below. This, Masonome would come to gruesomely figure out, was the evidence of malice that lingered upon the facade of the twin Uchiha. As if to present him a gesture out of pure pity...

Uchiha Atsuhiro would begin to pick at his nails.

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He paid minute attention to the tendrils, nimble digits examined but for a moment before he lowered his head. By this interval, the clones and his brother were exacting their ministrations against him. He stood furvent, however, and upon the ground did a small flicker of light peer forth and into his peripheral vision. "Amusing." the Destroyer feigned. Yet again would his body take up that rapid motion, that speed unparalleled that would allow his body to vanish from whence it stood altogether. At this particular moment, he would stir the gale forces of mother nature, the invisible slivers of wind pushing forth to accentuate the sudden departure as a pouch slightly dug into the earth exploded. Seeking refuge in the air as the fist of his assailant travelled toward his face, Kyoshiro would lift himself onto a wooden edifice and linger there was an explosion of small knives riddled the area.

Tides of silver flickered across the existence of the battleground, an insurmountable task of numbering the small projectiles as they tore into bark rather easily and provided little cover as the shower ensued. The Destroyer, albeit that point blank range had put their newfound toy at an advantage, was nowhere near such meager tactic; the Body Flicker nestled him comfortably between two large trees, his shoulder pressed to the bark as he tapped the tip of his foot idly. Of course, such a diversion would not go appreciated by his kin. The Red Queen blade appeared to flicker with the trajectory of the sun's now upcoming aggression, and there upon that moment he would wait for a reaction.
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[Koori.]

Learned. o.o

[seppuku]

60 | 70

Boom!

The sound echoed for some time as the pouch ignited, sending a massive cloud of debris and shrapnel in all directions; the objects soaring from the explosion tore through the punching entity, and so to would it lean back before dispersing into nothing more than a flock of ravens - a body turned into a silhouette, a silhouette turned into organic but shapeless mass, this mass turned into those birds, cawing and flocking amongst the storm.

The other two figures, trekking so closely to the explosion, were also subject to its wrath -- it was here that the difference between Creator and creation shone it brightest. While one of the figures would simply be struck dead, lifted from its feet and sent down against the winds; thereafter, it spawned into a cluster of crows in which would linger around the area, adding to the swelling population of these creatures -- their cries, drowning out the rain; the other figure was quite nimble and agile in its movements.

Kouketsu, being the remaining cloaked persona, merely dodged each and every projectile nearing him. The Sharingan eyed peered forth with a surreal analytical clarity, the trajectory of these objects seen and imprinted within his mind before they'd even reached their destination. It was almost as if he could foretell their actions, see into the future; this ability proved its usefulness, even granting him the option of literally plucking one of the miniature knives from the course of their acceleration - a mere hint at the shinobi's skills.

Yet in the midst of debris he'd vanish, invisible amongst the veil of crows as his body moved with the grace of the body flicker. Linear to his opponent's right flank, the knife would be extended [pre-reappearance] and dug into his respective side, spilling his blood and possibly setting him off balance.

Kouketsu was not one to wait, however, and with a simple shift of his footing he would bring his body into a rotational twist to his eastern side, his legs rising in the process. In such, the shin of his leg would slam powerfully against the man's side, near his open wound, further surging the pain throughout his figure and pushing him several paces (six feet) off in the opposite direction, putting a meager distance between the two. It was here that the wounds in his legs would play a significant part, hindering his body's reaction -- if these landed, it'd be obvious the master was a bit fatigued.

Is this truly all that your container possesses?

The Uchiha would gloat.

[Koori.]

..........I wanna say +9

+10

Learned.

[Umehara]

[. Shunshin No Jutsu - Six Uses Training]

[0|10]

The battle waged on as the Destroyer watched from the heavens, silently surveying the field as the sharpnel was henceforth seized into the grasp of his kin. An interesting maneuver, to say the least, which would lead him to once more pick up the speed that he had been tainting reality with this entire time. The muscles were beginning to grow accustomed to such actions, allowing his body to further their expansive arsenal of physical movements to propel himself in what appeared to be any direction with only the whim pushed to the rest of the body from the cerebral. The tenketsu upon his body active once more, he would relearn the valuable lesson of the Shunshin yet.

A sudden burst of force from the tendrils within his body would release the "juice" into his system, the blood stream accelerating rapidly as his machinations came into fruition. The sudden rejuvenation of his limbs almost allowed the joints to loose from whence they were connected, quite literally giving off the complex "orgasmic" tendency that a sexual encounter had provided at the height of performance. He would bask in that feeling but for a moment, the murderous intent permeating through his very skin as he yet again took off and into the distance. A burst of nature's breath whipped violently about the vicinity as he would take his movement, the Uchiha occupying time and space as he travelled downward to get a closer view.

His form would end up on a branch much lower than the last, adjacent to the position in which they would battle. Kyoshiro's lips parted to emit a groan, and the evidence of Kouketsu's efforts was to be revealed as crimson spilled forth onto his clothing. Masonome's silver hair lay matted against his face, a most gruesome show of life's essence spilling forth and out of his lips onto the ground below. He would even give a wry expression...looking up into the face of his assailant...before gathering spittle and the like which dwelled inside the orifice...and turning it into a projectile that would stain Kouketsu's cheek..

..He'd let loose spit and blood, all in the same mixture, into Kouketsu's face.

"At least mine has..intricate design." he spat forward. The force of the blow would, indeed, push him backward, the act of spitting in another man's face taken up simultaneously as the abdomen writhed in pain. He would not falter, however, merely allowing his eyes to cast themselves into the distance to view the Destroyer's expressionless countenance. "And you...you would betray me..?" he inquired. Atsuhiro found it appropriate to speak at this moment in time, wondering if any of his words would become audible should Kouketsu have lost his temperance and used his bare hands to rip the man in half.

"You cannot betray that which you do not care for."

[seppuku]

Kage Bunshin no Jutsu [Shadow Clone Jutsu]
Rank: B-rank.
Skill: Ninjutsu.
Effect: The Kage Bushin no Jutsu (Shadow Clone Jutsu) is a increased and stronger form of the Regular Bushin jutsu which is a meer Genjutsu. Kage Bushin allows the clones to actually inflict damage upon the opponent, They can even use jutsu for they carry their own chakra circulatory system making it even impossible for the Hyuuga clan members to tell them apart from the original. Each clone that the user makes divides his.her chakra up evenly between them making ten clones means each clone has one tenth the original users chakra supply. The clones are real enough they even bleed when cut but when inflicted with enough damage the clone disappears.
Special: A special Handsign where the user crosses the two first fingers of each hand making a cross.
Drawback: The average user can only make about 5 clones. Excessive use of the Clone jutsu can leave the use extremely low on chakra. When the clones are destroyed the user does not get a return in charka.
Description: The Kage Bushin is an Exact Replica of the user and can not in anyway be proven to be a copy not even by the most elite of jutsu. Unless taken to the test and actually harmed.
Limit: Must be an ANBU. Must be Chuunin in order to get this technique. Kage only is capable of allowing someone to learn.

Sharingan: Active.

In a act of desperation, the sword master spit a concoction of blood and saliva onto the Uchiha's countenance, staining the flawless tanned contours. Eyes of crimson seemed to follow the clot as it soared through the air, not bothering to halt his actions, and letting the disgusting attack actually connect. As the distance was met accordingly, Kouketsu's eyes narrowed with a bitter resolve; he'd deemed this man unworthy any further, and though he spoke words, there would be not to grace in return. He'd not even begun to speak to Atsuhiro-- when the grin was formed.

Thin lips parted and rose in a chaotic fashion, eyes growing somewhat lax as he peered forth. From the depths of his maw, the being ushered forth his tongue to slowly climb the length of his lips, swabbing the mixture and claiming it for his own -- it was a bitter-sweet taste, one of victory everlasting. Surely, Kyo saw this.

But it mattered not, for the sword master had made his final mistake - he'd taken his attention off of Kouketsu for the last time, and it would be here that he paid the ultimate price; his body would be deviated beyond recognition, no longer held as a beautiful or outstanding piece of work.

Obsidian tears began to swirl amongst the canvas of red, his thoughts remembering the initiation of a technique his brethren had used earlier in this bout -- the Shadow Clone technique, one holding great merit. Moving with a speed that would have his digits nearly invisible to the mundane eye, he preformed the single seal required to unlock the power of this technique; the man, Kyo, would've just now been looking toward Atsuhiro for comfort, his words slowly but surely leaving his lips -- oh, how ignorant he was! His opponent was quick, a demonstrated truth, yet he'd take his attention away from him?

Chakra began to swell within the Uchiha's nimble figure, pouring forth from the unlocked tenketsu points; muscles budged slightly, and his figure became more tense - it all happened so fast, the transition from here to there. It sprang from the depths of his being, using molecules and the essence of his shadow itself to fashion itself a body. A complicated process, yet one that would happened within a fraction of a second - so fast that the swap would be barely noticeable.

For you see, while the one stood before the sword master, Kouketsu had moved using his body's limits of the body flicker to do so; he'd unsheathed the length of his blade in the transitional phase, and in an upward arc would a silver blur cut through the air. The sword's superlative edge moved with such precision he cut through droplets of rain that dared descended upon its sharpened hide, its speed so great there was no sound - it moved as if a phantom shifting through matter, parting the air as it sought its target.

Kyo's right arm would find itself severed from his body, left to fall against the forest floor. Blood and gore would spill against the branch on which they stood, shreds of muscle and skin fluttering about the winds - the entity before him merely stood still, watching with look of utter disappointment plaguing him; this had proven to be quite useless. He'd be left immobile from the shock and due to blood loss, his will to live would more than likely be the only thing keeping him alive - mortally wounded, perhaps?

... Not so intricate now, is it?

The Kouketsu behind him cooed, the voice dripping with a condescending tone. The sword, wet with blood, had still yet to be cleansed by the falling rain.

[Masakuni]

+10
(+30 SP)
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(40.70) Seppuku.

+10
(10.10) Learned Atsu.

[seppuku]

Sharingan: Active.
40 | 80

The sword master fell helplessly to his knees, his hand digging deep into the bark of the branch; the pain he was experiencing was so surreal, so excruciating he would've cried had his pride not held back the tears. A scream was soon turned into a guttural groan of agony, followed by the regurgitation of blood; a thick pillar of crimson was powerfully pushed from his innards, thick and sluggish in its course. His eyes were halved now, looking toward the figure in front of him - he wanted to strike, but his body simply would not move: he'd reached his limit.

"Wonderfully done," he stated in defeat. He casted his head to the side, his visage lowering in defeat - there was nothing left for him here. "You are victorious."

Still, he'd not yet been informed as to which was which. Was the man standing so carelessly before him the clone, or was it the merciless entity that had cleaved away his entire arm? They both were identical to each other, and he could even feel a chakra resonance from both entities! Truly, the Uchiha's mastery of this juts had come about all too quickly. It didn't really matter though, for it seemed that his life would be coming to an end rather soon -- but for the sake of knowledge, it was the clone who had launched the attack. Motionless he stood, blade lowered at his side - those same, disgusted eyes, peering forth and through the man's soul.

With a flick of the wrist he did the blade rise, slowly cutting through the veil of rain - it pattered against the cold steel, running down the crimson stained edge, cleansing it of imperfections. He brought it above his wet crown, his fabricated eyes narrowing as his lips curled into a frown. His resolve was adamant, he'd end this pitiful existence right here and now! It was merely seconds away, and as to ensure it's doing the clone adjusted his stance. Feet shifted about the slick surface of moss and wood, legs widening to offer more power for the thrust.

It was time to end this.

And so, as if the executioner at a grand gathering, the shadow clone brought the sword downward once more, swooping inward like an eagle to its dying prey. The blade howled as it moved with the tides of rain, barely visible through the obscuring of the shifting veil. It moved with a blinding speed, yet within this moment time seemed to stand still - the spirits of these coagulated at this point where flesh would meet steel, where one life would claim another; it was at this one point in time that a character's true colors showed, their true self breaking through the mold.

There was a soft plume of smoke, and a sword punctured into the wood.

I do not kill the weak, boy. Consider yourself fortunate.

The sword master was left in a state of utter confusion, his blank expression giving away such a feeling. His awe-stricken countenance was disturbed by a cough of pain and a spew of blood, his eyes coming to a close as he cradled his wound; his arm was lost, but he was not dead - he was thankful, and in his heart-- though he would never say it--he'd found a a new respect for these two entities; their faces would forever be etched into his memory.

Once they were out of sight, the sword too would vanish in a plume of smoke of which would grace his lowered face.

Note: Permission from Atsuhiro to NPC Kyo to my liking.

[Umehara]

+40 [Sharingan Is Active]

[echo]

Renjis speed through the trees was alarming before he seemed to see a few figure standing before him in the distance doing something among the trees and sand. Maybe they were from his destination hopefully there would be no hostility. He slowly began to walk out from the trees first announcing his name "My name is Renji Taku i mean no hostility towards wither of you but would you happen to be from sand i wish to speak with the leader about my past." His hands were held above his head his gauntlets covering his forearms and his shins covered in metal a sword laced on his left side and his mind focused forward. His head bowed down as his mask remained on his face his body dripping wet from the rain he had just emerged from and now into a small drizzle as he felt the ground change beneath his feet from simple grass and dirt to that of loose sand. he slipped slightly caching himself instantly as he continued to walk forward waiting for the ninjas response.

-Short post but nothing else i can think of at the moment-

[Umehara]

Name: The Hunt of Renji Taku
Rank: B-Rank
IIC Length: 2 Days
Difficulty: Difficult
Description: Damaged Several Guards on Departure of Village, Has tried to invade Stone and steal a scroll, Is a master Goken fighter
Objective: Capture or kill Renji Taku
Requirements: 1 or 2 Chuunin; 3 shinobi may have this mission at one time.
Reward: 6,000 Ryo.

The Uchiha would turn his attention from the area ahead to the ground below, watching as the shinobi emerged from the nothingness. He would slow his movements, landing upon a branch before he would signal to Kouketsu that he would alter his path and deal with him. "Renji Taku...I have a warrant for your capture." he noted. The indigo occuli slid over to the weapons upon his frame before he would frontflip forward, landing only meters away before his arms would lift and fold over his abdomen. Obsidian locks wafted to and fro as the rain began to die down, his clothes fully drenched. However, he minded this not as his gaze was directed toward his items. "If you desire an audience, then your weapons will need to be discarded. They will be returned to you upon return." he gave.

Attempting to keep as much hostility away as possible, the Chuunin's sharp gaze could not avoid the threatening look of a shinobi long bred in the art of combat. However, he would intend him no harm as he stood and allowed him to make his decision. Kouketsu would be allowed to do as he pleased for that moment, though Atsuhiro's eyes would divert to his position. "We will meet at the city capital. Wait for me there." he gave. Should his opponent have placed his weapons away, he would then allow his head to nod into no particular direction. "We will return once you are properly unequipped."

[echo]

Renji looked up at his right arm before he flipped several clips on his aright arm then several on his left and he slowly pulled his gauntlets off as he then held them in his arm before he bent down to the ankles and flipped several more clips on each arm before he held both he legs and the arms under his arm and he then removed his sword from his waist and threw it across towards the man. He then removed his secondary items pouch although it was empty the other did not know that. "Now i am weaponless." as he spoke load enough for the man to hear him. He also threw his ANBU mask into the pile to reveal his scared eye and his mind just remained calm as he took a deep breath and waited for the man to give him his response. Renji was secretly thinking who this strange person was and did he really have a warrant for his head that is new information to him he though the previous people to kill hem were just assholes but it seems he was dead wrong and this one was proof of that as his hands returned to the above his head position and his legs were together this would be an easy stance to get attack from a strong gust of wind could easily knock him over. He just smiled slightly as he waited further instructions.

[Umehara]

He eyed the items as he caught them one by one, placing them in a pile before he managed to pull them all together. He took a small string from his side and tied it all together...before standing to full height and ambling forward. "You were one of our own. I have no reason to harm you." he muttered to him. His items were set before him before Atsuhiro's form turned to the side. He pulled the scroll from its place and confirmed that there was, indeed, the warrant for his return to Sand. He would thereafter put it away after the confirmation was given, slowly beginning to move into the distance. "As long as you present no hostility, all will go smoothly." the Destroyer commented.

Indeed, the tale of men and war were coming into fruition..slowly but steadily. He was assumed to be one who would merely draw the blade, but the Destroyer was also one who would decimate in the name of righteousness. Raising the blade toward one who was not hostile would have been a disgrace to he who had the intent of progression. He was not so barbarian to advance without reason to slaughter. That, he concluded, was a feeling that came only when the catalyst for his irritation was evident. The former KazeKage would allow his peripheral vision to suffice as he moved, carefully allowing Sakki No Kanji to read his bloodlust.

It was in no way hostile. A small flicker of ember covered his body as he read his bloodlust rather easily, henceforth resolving that he was not a threat. He would keep the "captive" close for that moment, however, as he began to dash in a quick fashion toward the Sand Village.

[. Exit To Sand Village]

[echo]

Renji walked alongside the one that was carrying his stuff. Renji began to wonder what he would say to the leader. Would he say 'I don't know why i left but would you please help me discover my past.' No that was way to forward. 'I don't know why i left but i wish to return for personal reasons.' No that sounds too much like I am trying to sabotage sand or something. I'll just say what comes to me he concluded as the other began to dash his dash happening shortly after managing a speed to keep up. He did not want to fall behind after he found his first clue to his past.

-follows Atsuhiro-

[seppuku]

It was a brief conversation, yet one of dire consequence. With a special gift from Kyo, however, it would prove to be most effortless.

exit