Alternate Methods

[Yun.]

Being the creator of the mist, seeing through was slightly easier for Kashoji. Living without the help of companions, he was used to fighting others and dodging, sneaking, and preventing damage to himself. He sighed, watching as the jacket was soon replaced with the girl, handsigns immediately made the moment he saw the smoke appear, as soon, 15 clones made of water climbed upon the boat.

The girl had strange powers, seeing as the climate was no where near cold enough, and she was able to make clones of ice. Sighing, he would realize that the only bloodlimit that could do that, was the Kaishin. He knew little about them aside from the fact they were able to make ice from thin air. Taking in a deep breath, he could feel the air becoming cooler, and through the mist, he could see.. needles?

Brown hues widened as soon, Kashoji would be pierced with needles from every direction.. or so it would seem. Soon, the pierced body would melt back into water, and Kashoji would appear, unharmed a few feet away from the collision. Smirking, chakra would be focused along the palm of his hand, and a kunai from the destroyed clone of water would appear in his hand. Yes, he manipulated the clones watery corpse into a kunai, and he would soon throw the kunai at the girls shin.

With the aim of the kunai, the chances of it hitting would be larger. Mist would be blocking her vision, and if she was using her head, she would be looking strait ahead instead of down near her legs. Soon after the strike of the kunai, Kashoji and his 14 clones would circle the girl, drawing their katanas without a sound, four clones would attack. One would aim a strike at the girls left fore arm, another at her stomach, another at her right shoulder, and the last strike would aim at her scalp. With all of the strikes aimed at once, the chances of atleast some of the strikes connecting were high.

And to reduce the chances of her replacing herself with one of her ice clones, he would melt them. Yet, this would only be moments before the clones attacks would be inches away from contact. His hand signs would be finished and senbon would fill the space between each finger. He would arm two of his other clones aswell with the senbon, tossing them into the clones head, 10 needles each.. could they really survive? With the clones gone, the girl would be left with nothing to substitue. Nor would she know that they were gone. She would be left.. with no support, and 4 blades hidden in mist would slice the girl open... could she survive?

It was over

Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu (Water Clone)
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect:
Special: Handseals
Drawback:
Description: Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu is a Ninjutsu technique that utilizes water to create a Bunshin clone. Unlike a normal Bunshin, the Mizu Bunshin has the ability to interact more with the environment due to it having physical substance. This allows the clone to carry out limited attacks on its target. The range of the clone is limited; however, it can not travel very far from the original body. If the Mizu Bunshin is injured, the clone will usually revert back into its natural water state. When first learned the user is capable of having or capable of creating up to Five Clones. Each time learned the user learns this technique the number of Clones is capable of increasing by one. The maximum amount of clones is Ten for the Difficulty Class of D Rank. For each Difficulty Rank Increase the number increases by five of maximum but learning is still one per learned.
Limit: Water Release

Suiton: Mizu Kunai no Jutsu (Water Kunai)
Rank: C
Type: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates Kunai, Shiruken, or Senbon out of water.
Special: Dragon, Rat, Tiger
Description: The user creates Kunai, Shiruken, or Senbon out of water. The user can create a total of five kunai, fifteen shiruken, or twenty five senbon at once with the jutsu. After striking a solid object, they lose their shape about three seconds later,
Limit: Water Release

[pandoru]

The end of one problem is only ever the beginning to a series of far more complicated ones.

Something has made contact, of that she was sure. She'd heard the needles pierce, but what didn't follow was the satisfying sound of a body hitting the floor. Puzzled, her brow furrowed. Not until an item pierced her shin was she pulled out of her thought process. She winced, and the unexpected attack was enough to knock off her balance. Odd though that the kunai in her flesh wasn't the typical black metal; a detail she noticed as she collapsed to one knee. What was it though... water? Indeed, as it quickly solidified into ice, as the temperature around her had dropped to a freezing point, thanks to her bloodlimit. She'd have removed the tool, but she wasn't given the time.

Her head turned suddenly, curious as to the location of her clones. Shouldn't they have gone after the brat by now? Fascinating it was, to see the three creations suddenly fall apart. Or rather, she heard them- the chunks of ice suddenly clattering to the ground. What had attacked them, she couldn't be sure. She could only assume that maybe the boy had worked his way over there. And within the next few seconds, Gia thought she was going to die. The quick movement of water-turned-steel heading towards her surely would have been fatal if it connected. There had to be a way to lessen the impact... think fast. She was already kneeling. The attack had likely been made with the intention of skewering her through her stomach, but as she currently was, it was going to hit her in the chest. It was an area harder to pierce thanks to the ribcage, but certainly more vital.

In a desperate attempt, her hands flew forward, grasping at the blade in an attempt to slow it down. Cleanly, it slid across her palms, splitting the skin and letting the crimson liquid fall freely onto the floor, where it immediately froze. Her eyes slammed shut as she was pierced, not once but thrice, and another blade the crossed over her scalp said it would have been four total if she hadn't have fallen. Her body trembled. The strike had hit her chest, but her attempts at saving herself had prevented a fatal blow. At least, it had prevented an instantly fatal one. Chances were she was still going to bleed to death if nothing was done about the wounds. Both her shoulder and forearm were effectively pierced, and now bled a decent amount.

She hissed. At least she had chemistry on her side. For the bunshin that struck her were composed of water, and in the air around her, water would freeze. They would be left immoble, nothing but frozen sculptures now surrounding her. She continued to shake, finally taking the time to pull the frozen kunai from her leg. There was no point in wasting anymore time. If she was going to die, he was going down with her.

And so was the ship.

The item was allowed to drop from her grip and with the bleeding hand, a single seal was made. Despite her current condition, the blonde still had the energy to smirk, for it was a seal that was known widely in the shinobi world for one common purpose: detonation. Hissing would be heard as the tags beneath her clothing would activate, and shortly after, explode. The frozen clones would shatter, causing a rain of sharpened ice if it didn't melt first from the heat. Along with it, debris from the ship, as well as a morbid rain of blood. One problem solved... yet how was Kashoji to deal with the new ones that had come to be?

A decent portion was missing from the boat now, and thus would obviously start sinking. Flames also now littered the area, and if they happened to spread to a crate containing an alcoholic substance, a second explosion would follow.

[Yun.]

Kashoji's eyes would flicker, seeing as the strikes would connect, he would knock the girl off the boat as insurance of sorts. Hand signs were made in a flash as soon, a dragon made of complete wind formed a few feet away from Gia. The omni powerful being would cause an aura to form around it as it would collide into Gia, sending her flying away from the boat. His eyes would only widen once more as he saw it.. the explosion. Small piece of flame caught onto the top of the ship, yet, Kashoji only had to hit it with a teppodama before it would be put out.. it was done.. he did it. He would sigh, moving to the steering room, and heading to lightning.

Suiton - Teppodama
Rank: C
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: Allows a user to shoot a ball of water out of their mouth.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: The Teppodama is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Water Element. The ninja does some hand seals which then causes a a big ball of water to come from the users mouth and then hit their target.
Limit: Water Release

Fuuton Fuuryuudan no Jutsu
Type: Ninjutsu
Rank: A
Effect: ---
Description: Powerful attack that creates a huge surge of wind in the shape of a dragon, which is sent towards the opponent. Large dragon, much like the Suiryuudan in size but made out of wind. If the victim is hit they will suffer great amounts of damage. It will seem as if he or she is stuck inside a tornado.
Limit: Wind Release

[pandoru]

Actions will always result in consequences.

Indeed, the attack would send the dying shinobi off of the ship, but the boat would not be unharmed. The side of the boat was burnt, and with the freezing atmosphere still lingering it would cool the heated material, but much too quickly. What now remained was matter far more brittle than it had been, easily broken if it was hit with the right force. though, such a thing could easily be avoided with the proper steering.

However, effective driving required effective visibility. Something that was lacking since the time hadn't been taken to dispel the mist around him. The general direction of lightning may have been known, but the multiple attacks of varying power had knocked the vessle around, shifting its position over and over again. If he had been able to see, perhaps he could have turned it around. But as of now... he was driving blind.


{{Think ahead bish =] Moved to Earth}}

[Yun.]

Kashoji would land near the shore of a land. Not knowing where he was, he would tie the ship to a near by rock, and take out the cargo. The hull damaged by fire, and some things may have been broken, but most was intact. A good hour of searching took place before Kashoji would stand, a smile upon his face as he held the snow sake within his hand. "Fvcking sake.. becoming a pregnant dog to get. I swear, if you break, I'm going to kill someone.." he would admit. He went through a lot to get this sake, and he wasn't giving it up so easily..

He would place it within his back back, soon moving into a sprint as he would find himself within a small town. A sign reading "West Town, Land of Earth!". Smirking, he would begin to pick up his pace. The sound of the wind rushing by his ears and dashing by would brisk the gentle lobes. He knew where he was.. and he was close to grass. The day would continue on as he would seem to run for an endless amount of time..

He would dash through the trees, the sake tucked safely away in his backpack as wind would push against his skin. The sweet being kissed by the wind as he would seem to run so fast that time seemed to be like a voided term. He was not keeping track, for soon, he would notice that the thin blades of grass were beginning to run high.. to his face. It was obvious.. he was in the land of grass.

[Yun.]

Kashoji would stumble through the town from before.. he was back. With the sake in hand, he would gasp for water, not drinking the sake for it would be for the old man. Leaning against the side of a building, he took in a deep breath. Crimson hues would widen, the sound of wolves howling pierced the sky as Kashoji would dash to the bar. He was in no mood to fight, and he was only here to get to Lee Fong. He would find himself at the doorstep of the bar, he would walk in, looking like death warmed over. Sweating, and tired, he would take out the sake, and sit at a table, waiting for Lee Fong..

[pandoru]

And wait he would.

And wait.

And wait...

A solid hour had passed, perhaps two, until the bartender finally spoke up. His first thought had been to inform the boy that they were closing up, but he began to wonder if there was a reason behind him simply... sitting there. he should have kicked him out to begin with, as he'd brought in his own alcohol. Idly, he wondered if the case was that the boy had no where else to go. Or perhaps it was the more obvious answer, and he was simply waiting for someone. Stood up? No... who would meet a girl in a place like this? Hell, he owned the place, and some days he couldn't even tolerate it.

Perhaps he'd fallen asleep with his eyes open?

"Oi, kid! I need to close up. Move out. Man... only Lee ever hung out this late..." the next few words were mumbled, more thinking aloud than actually speaking to the only other being in the bar, "wonder where he is... not like him to not show up... "

[Yun.]

The time that passed by was nothing as the sounds of the melodious wind would break upon his ears. His head would be hung loosely as he would sit back against one of the tables seats. It was obvious that after the 5th hour of waiting, that Lee was not going to show up. His hands would ball into fists of frustration as he would kick the table over, placing the sake in his pack. "Damn old man.. where the fuck is he?!" He would shout, exiting the bar.

If the man was missing, it would be a problem. How was it that the times that he needed people, they disappeared? Sighing, he would stroll through the streets of the town, the sounds of the half of others that showed when the night sky would beam down upon the mortals of earth would be heard. It was such a strange town, such a small enviroment, and such a large impact it had on another..

The sharp shatter of a glass bottle was heared as Kashoji's head jerked towards the source of the noise. In the ally of which he looked to, he could see a lone man.. a broken bottle of sake, empty, was in his hands. A man with a weapon as so could hurt another person. Sighing, he would withdraw his katana, and disappear, forming again once more before the man, and swiping away his sake.

The man would stumble backwards, astounded from the boy's speed. "W-who are you?!" Kashoji would hear, taking in a deep breath before responding. "I seem to be someone who is always waiting.." He would mutter. Yet, the one thing that caught his eye was the fact he remembered the man from the last time he was in the bar. He was one of the people who threw the bottle at Kashoji..

"Hey! You! You're the one from a few days ago!" He would shout, pointing at the man. Kashoji had a theory, that if the man was in there normally, he must have a connection to Lee Fong. "Hey, do you know where Lee Fong is?" He would ask, sheathing his katana and placing his silky, soft, porceilin white hands. If this man had a connection to Lee, he would be able to find out where he was maybe..

"Lee..? Oh.. Boy, you might wanna get ready for this.." The man would tell him, leaning against the wall. Kashoji would stand there, listening intently. "Lee never payed his debts to the Ku-shin gang.. they've been making his life hell, so he decided to get into hiding. The guys no where he is, but in the place he is at, violence would cause a scene.. a big scene."

[Yun.]

Red hues would flicker in confusion as he heard that he was hiding. Scowling, he would realize that the only way to bring the old man out was to take down this gang, and have them tell him where he was. Pivoting on his heel, he would walk away slowly, no one would know why he would leave without asking anymore questions, and he would soon disappear into the night...

He would move at a quick pace through the streets, silver hair blowing in the wind as the sound of a cold wind would rush through his ears. A small drop of rain would hit the soil, and it would begin to turn into a heavier down pour of sorts. Kashoji, still running through all of this, would let the water droop down infront of his eyes, and soak him to the bone.

Yet, when he found the large building in which he worked for a short period of time in, he would shake off some of the water, and begin to walk in. The lantern powered lights would shine barely through the rice paper doors as he would slide them open, and walk into the room. Water would slowly run down his brow as the silver strands of hair would sik down infront of his eyes.

"Hello, how may I help you, sir?" the receptionist would ask Kashoji. All Kashoji would do was look around, slightly disturbed by the way the women here would sell their bodys to other men. The only reason for Kashoji being here would be that if this was a typical gang, they would go for flesh, and pleasurable company. Sighing, he would take off his katana, and place it on the desk.

"I need to talk to your manager, please." Kashoji would tell the man, the man would only grabbed the soaked sheath of the katana, and take it behind the desk. He would smile slightly before heading into a room, a voice was heard soon after. "HEY, BOSS, SOMEONE IS HERE TO TALK TO YOU!" the voice would shout out. Soon, two came from the room, one the receptionist, the other a new person.

"You needed to talk to me?" The other would say. Kashoji would only nod, seeing that the man might not have remembered him from when he made him work here for a few days in hopes to find the locations of Lee Fong. "Yeah.. I was wondering if you knew anything about the Ku-shin gang" Kashoji would ask. This was his only idea in hopes of finding the gang, and if he knew none, Kashoji was screwed.

"Ah, them?" The man would ask in a curious tone, he would bring a large hand to his chin, and scratch it as he tipped his head upward, it seemed that the man was thinking. "Well.. I know that they come here every weekend. They're big spenders, good for business." The man would tell Kashoji, which would flicker a bit of hope in Kashoji's soul. The man new something! And now, he had a plan..

"Sir! Please let me stay here until this coming weekend. I need to talk to the Ku-shin gang members about something. If you would only let me stay here, I would work everyday!" Kashoji would tell him. Yet, the one thing that the man might not have understood, was that when he said work, he meant cooking and cleaning. House work. The man.. running a brothel, had a different idea..

"Sure you can stay, but you need to work, got it?" The man would tell Kashoji. Kashoji would smirk, and shook the man's hand. Kashoji would be handed a key, and a piece of paper with a number on it. It was appearently his room number. He would walk to the small room, unlock the door, and head to the near by bed on the floor. He would sink his way into it, and fall asleep for the first time in days..

[Yun.]

The morning would come, and the sun would shine down on Kashoji's face. An eye would slowly open due to the sun beaming down on the porcelin face of the being, and he would move the covers away from his body. The room smelt of warm water, and it began to clear his nose. Yet, the one thing that confused him, was the sound of running water in the room.

A curious look was upon his face as he stood from the bed, taking his shirt and placing it back on. "What the.." he would mutter, heading through the room and closer to the door leading to where the noise was originating. Why was the sound of water being heard this close to his room? Well, the only way to find out was to actually go there and find out.

He would find himself infront of the door to the bathroom, so it seemed that the sound may have been coming from the shower. Shrugging, he would open the door, and take a peak. Yet, the only thing he saw made him want to rip out his eyes.. A rather obese man was seen, shirtless, and showering without the shower cover hiding him. "OH MY GOD" Kashoji would shout before slamming the door shut, and running out of the room.

Running down the stairs, the other customers would look at Kashoji, blown back as to why he was freaking out in such a matter. He would find himself downstairs, only to find the manager fraternizing with other customers, female customers. He would walk over to him, a look of fear on his face as he would look up at the man, and pull on his sleeve.

"Sir.. why was there a naked fat dude in my room?" He would ask. The man would only look at Kashoji before bursting out in laughter, he seemed to find the fact that Kashoji was scared for life would be problem. Kashoji hated people like that.. Anyway, the mans laughter would die down as he placed a hand on Kashoji's shoulder. "Boy, that was just a joke, the Ku-Shin gang will be here in a few hours. You might want to kill some time for now" The man would suggest.

Kashoji would sigh, and take this advice. He would walk through the crowds of customers and outside, the sound of the wind would rush by him as he took his first steps onto the rough soil this town created. A smirk would curl over his lips as only one idea came to mind for when killing time in such a place.. and that would be to train. He would smirk, and walk into the town..

[Yun.]

Name: Happy Stare
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Forces compassion on target and user. Lasts 5 turns.
Special: Rabbit
Drawback: Eye contact must be made, user is equally affected.
Description: When user makes eye contact with their target, the user makes the rabbit seal. A small, invisible stream of chakra goes from the user to the target. If successful, the jutsu forces a response in the opioid receptors of the brain. Both parties are immersed in a euphoric state and begin to act like old friends, and if there's anyone else in the vicinity, insist they stop fighting and join in the pleasantries. Once the effect ends in one party, it ends in the other too.
Limit: Anyone can learn

Kashoji would walk slowly through the town as the sound of the merry people would ring through his ears. It seemed that they all were having fun, and it would be a problem to train this next technique. If this technique he was to lern was to send chakra into the persons mind and cause them to feel happiness, it would be best to find someone not having a good day..

His hands would be tucked away in his pockets as he would think of ways on how to do this. He saw someone else use the technique a long time ago, and he figured that the technique was carried out by moving a small stream of chakra into the persons mind. How would he control as to where it would go? Well, it seemed he has a goal to perfect until he could really make someone 'happy'.

He would continue walking until he heard the sound of glass breaking. His head would jerk quickly to the source of the noise, only to see a jar of water fall to the ground and crash. It seemed to have tipped over. A shame, it would be a problem for the store owner. Yet, that's when an idea came to him.. what if he attempted to boil a jar of water from afar with chakra?

It would be a start, and Kashoji would walk over to the stand. "May I take one of your jars?" He would ask, he would hold out five Ryo. The man would take the money, and reach to one of the jars of water in the back. He would take it out, handing it to Kashoji. Smirking, he would take it in hand and run back to the streets, and to the near by lake front..

He would place the jar on the soft sand of the lake. It was not a beach, yet it still seemed to hold sand near by this great amount of water. Smirking, Kashoji would stand 4 meters, or 12 feet away from the jar. His first goal on training this jutsu, would be to create a small stream of chakra and connect it the water inside of the jar. Once there, he would raise the temperature.

The hand signs would begin to become created, as his frail fingers would intertwine with one another. Chakra would begin to form from within his stomach, and he would let the wind rush through his body. With the chakra slowly becoming closer to being able to being used, it would begin to attempt to push out of his stomach. He would condense the chakra, and make sure nothing happened..

Then, he would slowly push the chakra from his stomach. The force would seep out of his pours, the force would only begin to flow off into the air as it would exit his system. Scowling, Kashoji would grasp the chakra with his mind, and rip it away from the endless sky and into the stream of which he would use to send at the jar of water. Hand seals would continue to flow as he formed chakra..

It would make it's way slowly over to the jar, Kashoji doing everything he could to keep it moving and not flowing away at the same time. A headache would come over him as the sounds of the rain hitting the lake would ring through his ears. The chakra would reach the jar, and Kashoji would infuse the force into every molecule of the waters being. Soon, the temperature would increase dramatically.. he was able to boil it, should he continue practicing?

[Axcel]

+10, Nice and creative method o.o

[Yun.]

10|20

And there he would stand, looking to the small jar of water standing idly by on the sand. It seemed that Kashoji was able to boil the water, yet, this was an easy task do to it being so close. Could Kashoji handle it being farther? With the entire distance problem, it would be much harder to reach the jar and still have chakra to boil it. Yet, this would only help in his range effect.. should he try? Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained...

He would walk slowly over to the jar, with each step, Kashoji would lag slightly. Fatigue from sleeping on a sheet upon the floor was something that would come naturally due to the fact that the floor was definetely not a comfortable place to sleep. Once by the jar, he would pick it up, and move 5 meters, or 15 feet forward. Once done, he would place the jar on the sand, and go back to his original spot.

Well, it was time to begin, and if he did not start soon, the night would come, and he would miss his chance to see the Ku-Shin gang members. With time running short, Kashoji began to move his hands together, dancing with each manuever to form handseals. The small bony apendages would dance through formations as soon, a force would begin to grow within Kashoji..

Chakra would begin to form inside Kashoji. The force would amplify from each and every little form of the boy's body, the arms, legs, skull, everything was beginning to become pumped with chakra. The force would begin to excrete from his muscles, the bones now producing more and more blood as his heart rate would begin to fasten. With chakra now produced, the next step would to control it..

The chakra would be forced down into Kashoji's stomach. The force would only run rampant as the nausea overcame the boy. He fell to his knees, the force becoming to much to bear, yet, he couldn't stop. He grasped the chakra with his mind, and compressed it into a ball, the sounds of the wind crashing against his ears rang through the hollow ears of Kashoji..

The chakra, now ready, was soon released. The force would begin to leak out of Kashoji, coating his skin the substance. The sound of the water rippling against the falling rain echoed through his ears as he pushed the chakra off of his body. The once thin layer of chakra surrounding his skin was now gone, and levitating in the air. Now for the challenging part..

The chakra would soon be formed into a stream as Kashoji began to push it forward. The current of his mind moving with the flow of the chakra as the force drifted aimlessly through the air. Sweat began to race down Kashoji's brow as the sun began to set, the chakra would meet the half way mark, and Kashoji would already be out of breath. Staggering, he continued with all his might..

The chakra would finally make it's way into the jar, molding itself to go past the molecules making the glass. With the water infused into the chakra, Kashoji would smirk. Handseals would be made as the fingers would dance between eachother once more, and soon, bubble would rise from the top. Kashoji would spike the chakra, and soon, the jar exploded as water fell to the ground as well as glass...

[pandoru]

+10

{20/20}

[Yun.]

As the night would fall, Kashoji would already be walking back to the brothel. The sound of the crickets chirping would be heard as he would make step after step to get to the brothel a few miles into the town. A bead of sweat would fall slowly down his brow as he though of the fact he was going to meet the Ku-Shin gang. The gang seemed to have an influence on the town.. it will be interesting meeting them.

He would find himself outside of the same rice paper doors of the brothel, luminated by the lanterns inside. It was a nice night, and Kashoji would sigh, running a hand through his silver hair, and shaking his head roughly to free himself of the water upon him. His slanted eyes would stay the same through out the weather as he would walk upon the pourch, and opening the door.

In his surpise, he would only see two people. One, a small man, maybe 4 feet tall, seemed to be frustrated.. Yet, to his side, he would see a quite large man, 9 feet. The mere aura the large one gave off was enough to cause one to fall to their knees. Fighting the pressure, Kashoji would walk to the counter, still keeping an eye on the new comers. Were they of the Ku-Shin gang?

"Who are they?" Kashoji would ask the receptionist, pointing to the odd pair in the room. The receptionist would gulp slightly and lower his tone. "Those are the Ku-Shin brothers.. they lead the Ku-Shin gang," He would tell Kashoji. A smirk would coil upon his face as idea's began to form in Kashoji's mind. He would pivot on his foot, and look to the brothers..

"Moshi-moshi! Ku-shin-brothers-samas! would you please help me with something~ &hearts" A voice would call out to the boys. Yet, instead of Kashoji being there.. it was a girl with long silver hair, in a silk blue kimono. The two would blush slightly before making their way over to the girl. Yet, the one thing they probably did not realize, was the fact that it was Kashoji using a henge..

"W-what is it, my lady?" The large one would call out, the henged Kashoji would only stroke a hand upon the man's chin, teasing him slightly. "I was wondering if you could let a friend of mine come out of hiding~?" Kashoji would ask. The large man would only sigh, and nod as he held Kashoji's hand with both of his big meaty hands. "Who do you wish to come out?"

"Lee Fong~" He would answer. A dead silence would follow as soon, as the large one would push Kashoji on his back. The henge would disperse as soon Kashoji would stand in his original form. "Don't fuck with us.. how do you know Fong?" Kashoji would gulp, and stand. "I need him to make me a weapon.. I am willing to help you guys with whatever you need.. just help me.." The brothers would look at eachother before walking out the door..

"Follow us"

[Yun.]

Kashoji would only smirk, the moment the brothers would exit the house, he would shunshin off with the sake and the money for Samehada. Screw it. He needed no sword..

EXIT