Road To Ninja | INV

[Xango]

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There are paths, and there are hidden paths. There are roads that lead past trees larger than any building which empty into temple structures riddled with light, with the solemn noise of panicked ascetics, with danger and mystery. There are places in the Land of Water where no traveler should be, and where all who are seen carry some sinister purpose through the haze.

Knowing which path one is on can be difficult. The land is like a maze. The islands contributing their lone mass to the Land of Water reek of blood and are twisted in on themselves, defying logic, defying the very space they define.

A woman walks along a road whose end is unknown. Her short electric blue hair, her fur-lined pink overcoat, the massive blades she carries all hint at what she is, at the title she has taken on as her own. Those that pass her can read the stylized blue font running down her back. "SHANGO". Few know what it means. Most know who it signifies.

The kunoichi known as Blue Waltz is waiting. Watching. A curious energy seems to entangle the winding path of forest roots bent and wrecked out of their natural shapes to accommodate the passage of men. Of women and children, travelers and merchants and mercenaries. Humans have made this place their own in patches deformed by intent.

But Blue Waltz is not human. Her intent is only to hunt.

That which she hunts approaches.

She smiles.

Kazu

[Kazu]

We were the fire on the moonlit skies

The dense woodland seems uncharacteristic of a land known for its waters. Still no land is without its trees. This place seemed ancient and untouched for a long time. A perfect place to hideout until the dust settles.

Kazuto's black shagged hair rested over his brow in annoyance and he would move it out of the way.

"Ugh, this place is humid." he'd complain.

His black turncoat was bothering him so he'd remove it and rest it draped over one arm as he walked forward. On his person was his dual pistols, each holstered by his sides and extra clips stored in the pack attached to his leg.

Up ahead of his current location lies danger, little does he know. His entire body senses it and a shiver runs up his back. Without a thought his eyes glow red with the three tomoe Sharingan in preparation for what is to come.

"Who's there?" Kazuto would say out loud.

BY AERIE OF GANGNAM STYLE

[Xango]

"Who's there?"

Ah. Refined senses. A growl escapes her lips, the sound echoes, floats up to permeate he encroaching mists, rattles through tree and leaf to settle around him. She walked into view, approaching from the front, her coat swaying unnaturally as if it were a part of her. As if she were truly clothed in nothing but skin. Her soul agitated itself, cloned, copied, made another that still sat mostly raveled within the flesh cage of her body. As she walked, a second head would take form, sprouting out from her neck, swiveling to face him and writhing, its throat longer than the original it mimicked. She spoke with both mouths saying the same words, their tone a compulsion, an emanation. Her original tongue spoke the Common language, the second head spoke in the language of Celestials. Truespeech. As she neared a distance of 10 meters, the words would envelop his thoughts.

"Give yourself to us, and there will be no pain. If you resist, you will be broken. Submit. Utterly and completely. Now."

The red glow of his eyes had not gone unnoticed, and she grinned with both mouths in a sickening parody of mirth. The Sharingan, eh? Her sister possessed those eyes as well. She knew what they could do. From the center of her original forehead, an eye emerged, its ripple pattern and nine tomoe spinning in mockery of his own dojutsu. That eye met the boys gaze, while her natural eyes stayed focused on the boy's chest to more easily predict the distancing maneuver she was sure he would perform. They never surrendered easily, at first. As contact was made, her Rinnegan bore into his mind, crashing against his willpower. Within both bodies that struggled to share the same space, flesh deformed, a bubbling that did not break the surface, chakra rising and falling. She felt her hands slowly inundated with it, her feet, her body still taking measured heavy steps towards him to hasten their proximity.

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Soul Split
Warped Visage: Flesh Architect
Vexing Voice
Rinnegan - Neural Manipulation
Unknown Technique Prep
Unknown Technique Prep

[Kazu]

We were the fire on the moonlit skies

The voice that spoke back to him wasn't one he expected. It was twisted and doubled. It was a voice meant to strike fear into him. Kazuto wasn't one to back down from this. He stood firm and with his crimson eyes continued to stare down and listen to this vexing voice. Within him he activated his resolve by casting his own genjutsu against himself without moving.

Unshaken by her voice he'd respond in kind.

"Sounds like you have to come take it lady."

A angst response. His anger welled up inside of him. The eye in the middle of her face wasn't hers. It was a mockery of the Uchiha and he wouldn't stand for it. If her gaze met his he'd cast genjutsu at her almost instantly. This would work similarly to a kage mane in which she would be unable to move without Kazuto's say so. If the technique hit he would speak once he confirmed the jutsu worked.

"What are you?"

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If the gaze did not meet he'd take a stance in preperation for her coming and without using seals shoot two fireballs. One directly at her and another just above her in case she jumped. The second fireball would be slightly delayed to be cast once the first fireball blocked vision of him from her.

After the second fireball was cast he'd take the time to hop back a few meters. She was obviously very dangerous and needed the space.

BY AERIE OF GANGNAM STYLE

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Will Save for Vexing voice: 30

If gaze was met

Sharingan Hypnosis State S Rank

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If gaze was not met

Sealless Jutsu
Double Jutsu
Fireball Jutsu B Rank

[Xango]

The boy did not immediately bow and submit himself. That was all the confirmation she needed; while her original head's Rinnegan had met the gaze of his Sharingan and would be unable to move on its own, her Soul Split was still staring at the boy's chest, waiting for his supplication. The Split would take the moments of his stillness to pull itself fully from the original, the shifting of its flesh completing in a spinning of limbs that connected to launch her original body straight at the boy. The moment of impact as she launched the body would allow it to cover the less than ten meter distance between them in timing with his production of the fireballs, allowing the flame to engulf the original, dragging both flame and flesh towards him to engulf his position. The overhead fireball was easily evaded with the very spin that launched her original body, considering it had not been aimed at a place she actually inhabited. As the flaming body slammed into him, the neural manipulation it had already prepared would take effect upon contact, similarly paralyzing the boy beneath the burning heaps of her flesh.

"Shango Style: Burst Blister Hell Wave Rave Crash"

Of course, the Soul Split had not simply stood still after launching its original body at the boy. A Soul-Step would allow it to flank the boy's positioning, appearing near-instantaneously a few meters behind the boy's post-hop location, charging the remaining distance forward in a fury. The high-speed movement was timed to occur just as the Sharingan's vision would be overwhelmed with both her own and his own flaming chakra overtake him. Without taking up a movement, the blade of the chosen one, Valmeyjar, was drawn into the spinning motion that resumed once the soul shunt placed her to his rear. She continued the spin now with Valmeyjar in hand, the fullblade would take on the unnatural glow of the Chosen One's Light-Jutsu, further blossoming into the radiant light of her Akasin charge, eating its way into the boy's midsection with a brilliant flare.

"Corpse Blister Flay: Catching Fire"

She had shown restraint in the technique - normally capable of killing, it had been restrained just enough to render his paralyzed body unconscious upon contact, and would draw no more blood than was needed for this endeavor. The bubbling of chakra she'd sent to her lower torso soon began to warp her feet into bladed ends, as she watched carefully for signs of counter-attack without meeting his eyes directly.

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Throw Anything
Really Throw Anything
Area Attack
Knockdown Blow
Neural Manipulation - Paralysis Effect
Soul Step
Light Jutsu
Chakra's Charge
Quick Draw
Incandescent Strike
Weapon Specialization (Sword)
Greater Weapon Specialization (Sword)
Gentle Touch

[Kazu]

We were the fire on the moonlit skies

It seems that his plans backfired drastically as this woman shot a copy of herself at him through the duo of fireballs he had shot out. His leap back would manage to dodge the initial crash of the flaming body which didn't seem too bothered by the fact that it was on fire. The clone did something strange and his sharingan saw this being split out of its own body and shift behind him. His optics traced that movement and Kazuto's body couldn't react properly in time. The copy's sword would hit him with a loud thwack and his Sharingan would recede back into his own eye color and his light would fade out.

Unconcious on the floor from the quick movements. Was this the end for Kazuto? He still drew breath for now but it seemed that he was at her mercy for the time being.

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Sharingan Traced the Clones movement during soul step but he wasn't fast enough to handle the blunt strike from the sword that left him incapacitated.

[Xango]

The crunch of bone, the weight of a slumped body hit the ground, the thorough thudding; it was intoxicating. As the red flare from the boy's Sharingan cooled to dull blue-black the paralysis afflicting her original body was ended and it thrashed and screamed wildly, rolling about in the dirt, putting out the flames with the rapidity of its flailing. The Soul Split laughed loudly, before staring down at the original,

"Stop that."

to which the original responded with immediate stillness. It laughed as well, rising to its feet, the burnt skin repairing itself, refolding, reforming, making itself new and untarnished. The Split reduced its body's height to mere five feet, as its right arm and hand expanded, becoming a distorted elephantine version of itself. In its massive new hand, the Split grabbed the boy, eyes scanning the form for signs of deceit. Once it confirmed that the body was indeed unconscious, it hefted the boy up, allowing most of his weight to rest atop its own shoulder. It would follow silently behind the original as she retrieved her Witch Watch, focusing on the face of the Mizukage.

"Mission Complete, Mizukage-sama. The target is a suitable candidate for the Warframe Project. Awaiting further instructions."

A few seconds passed before the Goddess of Night's curt reply relayed its orders. She was to return to Kirigakure with the target and deliver it to the ANBU HQ. That was it. She rifled through the man's belongings; the only thing of interest she found was a shinobi headband, belonging to the Village of Cloud given its stylized engraving. She removed the headband and added it to her own collection, allowing the boy to keep the rest of his ryo and gear. The two would then exit the field, the temple setting, the overgrown trees nearly crushing the maze-land and the fog, prepared to return to the village of the Hidden Mist.

-Exit to Hidden Mist.
-1 Cloud Village Headband retrieved.

[Kazu]

We were the fire on the moonlit skies

His last sight before blacking out completely was the woman walking over to him and muttering a few words. He couldn't make out what she said but he wasn't in a position to think much. 

[Stolen to Mist]

BY AERIE OF GANGNAM STYLE