The Return: Kushinada.

[houkou]

"Terra in fluctus..."

It would seem that they had indeed landed at their destination, and he would be the last to leave, just as he was the last to board. However it seemed that his turn had come, it was time to make himself useful once again, and so he stepped from the ship onto the wooden dock and the mists enveloped the area so easily. Three bodies already rested upon the dock, their blood falling into the sea to be washed away in the tide of blue, their eyes devoid of life. These villagers were not worth waisting his third sword upon, the still unused white sword at his hip. Instead he placed his hands into the handseal of the snake once more, lacing his fingers and letting the chakra envelope his body, and all that would come from him went silent...even the Chinese Ring sword went unheard. One...two...three...four...all who stood before them fell, the mist consuming them it would seem, the Demon Dog mask firm upon his face. He would wait until it was confirmed that they would be moving once more, for even his voice held no power when he was wrapped within his special technique...

[15]

[—suzaku.]

"Onwards," I commanded, and we marched towards the heavens; God knew not the power which stormed his gates, and soon, as surely as fire turns this land to ash, we would batter his doors, shatter his home, and claim this land as our own.

I tore through the Shinobi that thought to resist me with ease, and those that survived were given whispers of war. I enticed them into our efforts, and without hesitation, they had forgotten the Land of Wave, and knew only the Land of Water.

With each man I struck down, two joined our growing militia.

With this newfound force, we marched upon the lands of Wave, and carved war on her mural.