[. The Dragon Sage Of Mist]

[Umehara]

[. The Dragon Sage Of Mist]

Name: [. Mirahi]
Size: [. Large] - Approximately the size of a three-story building.
Special: [. Genjutsu Master] - |Sound Excellence and Comprehension| Sound Release Capability| [. Can be mounted for flight]
Gender: [. Male]
Duration: [. May remain on the field until the user is drained of chakra, or dismisses it. Also will vanish upon completion of tasks in battle.]
Personality:

Malicious by nature, this reserved beast prefers to decimate his opponent's senses rather than their physicality. A Genjutsu specialist inclined to the ways of sound, he uses powerful illusions to break his opponents in twain, rendering them helpless fools before his creative might. Tactical planning and figments of the imagination spark dangerous realities for his opponents, where he will bring out their fears and darkest desires to lull them into a deadly lullaby.

Description:

A master of language, Mirahi's true character somewhat betrays his extremely intimidating physical appearance ¨C that of a behemoth. Standing several scores of feet above your average human, he presents himself in the fashion of a true, traditional dragon; upon his back are his large wings, powerful legs and arms are accompanied by talons of black steel. Scales, as you might believe, are quite noticeable as they very (along the body) between the deepest shades of gold and the most crimson of red; however, about the neck and crown only the latter and present. A spike tail erects from the lower end of his back, capable of easily crushing bones and armor alike. Mirahi also possesses a hollow-like tongue, a tubular ending allowing him to produce sounds that reverberate about a hollowed skull covered by thick hide. Tendrils upon either side of the jaw can be used to press onto the various holes that are located on the rather eccentric tongue, allowing it to be played exactly like a flute, depending on intake of breath and exhalation.
Weapons: [. Claws| Teeth| Spiked Tail]

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The afternoon was settling in quite nicely. Voluminous plumes of gray hovered along at a slow pace as the world continued to turn, its machinations at various intervals dipping between bustling and serene. The wind howled against Anotsu's mane as he viewed his newfound homeland atop a rather tall establishment, Mizu No Kuni's foundations taking dominance in prestige. The ANBU mask upon his countenance once more donned, the Destroyer remained statuesque with a minimal flow of chakra to the soles of his footwear. Within his right hand? The scroll of summoning. Once more had the blood of the Doragon family beckon him, Iggy and Gabriel's care left in the safety of a clone fit to defend them should the need have risen.

The Sharingan continuously encircling his eyes, the former Suna shinobi's gaze meandered along the parchment in meticulous fashion. True comprehension could only take place through repetition, yet the yearning for visual learning could not help but quell the chuunin's every inquiry. Spliff and Niiro had been easily conjured, their personas creating an easy feat of aligning his will to their intrigue. Had it not been for the very scarlet pouring forth from his sockets, the task would have been considerably harder. He was cognizant of their willingness to aid him in his endeavors, the history of Genesis once more replaying along his cerebral.

But the mental preparation was not enough.

"Let us pray that I do not succumb to the influence of this beast...dwelling within its bowels is the last of my desires.." he mused to himself. With swift transaction did the Uchiha move from meditation to action, handseals taking place a moment after his bitter thought. Once completed, the contract was stained with his life's essence: Atsuhiro unsheathed Apashi to a minute degree and slid his finger along the razor edge, drawing blood before dotting every tendril upon his hand. The appendage stretched forth to make contact with the rough parchment, and therein did he pour chakra into the contract so delicately handled. The ANBU's tenketsu awakened at its hosts beck and call. Chakra danced and expanded, coarsing the veins in rapid shots that fueled the birth of his newfound summon.

..And it was in that moment that he realized that nothing could have prepared him for this moment.

A voluminous cloud of smoke rose into the heavens at a quickened pace, the Uchiha momentarily given a distorted sense of being. The fabric of time nestled about his form was unraveling swiftly, the foreboding feeling of distress lingering..caressing his every mental nook and cranny and setting them ablaze. An epiphany of ignorance struck him; perhaps it would have been more prudent to perform the technique upon solid ground, his elevation such that none would be able to witness the grand scheme of his devices. There, only meters above him, would Anotsu come face to face with the deity that had caused such a fissure in reality..

-- Mirahi, The Mirage Dragon.

[Koori.]

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The eerie feeling of displacement passed only when the beast showed itself within the skies, its massive maw agape as a rather peculiar tongue clicked multiple times. The perforations lining its expanse emanated waves of sound that rapidly spread forth, plaguing the atmosphere and twisting reality to its whim. How was such possible? Brilliant orbs flickered in sheer malice at the Chuunin as he staggered in posture, locks of his hair shielding his mask as he struggled for the supremacy over nausea and unconsciousness. Crimson scales lined the beast's frame as it hovered above him, powerful wings beating along the wind in a steady rhythm.

The force of the gale bursting from its leathery hide was enough to momentarily force Anotsu to shield his gaze. The thunderous roar from the summoned deity ensuing, the former KazeKage could only grit his teeth in protest to its nature. "You disturb me from my slumber, Uchiha. My task better be of importance. If not, you'll reap the consequence." it bellowed. Its tone of voice was deep..enigmatic, almost able to cause the very bones holding flesh together to rattle slightly. And yet, even facing this behemoth, Atsuhiro casually stood and folded his arms along his abdomen.

"Your task is to serve me, dragon. Such a charge overrules anything that you could ever do of your own volition." Indeed, his egotistical remark would stir the beast's tenacity.

"You would speak so ill of me? ...You must be the one that Niiro spoke of." the being roared. Its tongue once more revealing itself, draconic slits met with the miniscule slits within the Wolven ANBU mask. "The one..Uchiha Atsuhiro. Prodigy of your clan, forsaken son of a people slaughtered. It is a surprise to me that you stand so confident; with the desolation that follows your name, one would think that you were as fragmented as the ruins of your clan's demolished foundations." Mirahi stated. Atsuhiro lowered his head in response..

...And chuckled.

"You speak truth, beast. But do not mistake current circumstance: I will tame you before the sun has fallen over the horizon." Mirahi thereafter tilted its maw to the heavens and emitted what appeared to be a rancorous noise, akin to a laugh. "As you say, Uchiha. You have proven yourself worthy of this chance to acquire our divine prowess. Should you fail, however...I will devour you whole before my purpose is fulfilled. Let us commence." was the last that Anotsu would hear. Once more did the environment begin to shift, waves of chakra flowing forward. The Sharingan Stage Three easily interpreted this, and yet the constance of such powerful projectiles of essence served to cause a headache with the Sharingan's interpretation. Mirahi appeared to dematerialize as this continued, Anotsu's environment shattering like glass and falling away into the depths of oblivion.

[Koori.]

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Crack!

The very sound was almost sickening to the eardrums. What appeared to be eons passed as Anotsu's eyes widened, the mask upon his countenance slowly elevating from his features. A critical feeling of agony coarsed lovingly along his body, nestled between the end of his jaw to the powerful chin throbbing with a ferocity he had not encountered since childhood. His body appeared to be light, the soles of his feet witnessing nothing as time began to once more intertwine with his existence. The darkness cast itself away. Suddenly, all had been revealed to him; Anotsu...had been struck.

The Uchiha's body flew through the air in a horizontal fashion, perfectly parallel to the ground which he had so proudly stood upon only seconds ago. Crimson scales were the only focal point of his vision, an elongated tail the bearer of volatile action that had beat down upon his flesh like an unwanted dosage of reality. How had he not seen it? The Sharingan disengaged thereafter, the chakra flow that stirred within the occuli cut off from circulation from the sheer force of the blow. Atsuhiro's form careened along the air, and in his stead did Mirahi land with a powerful thud against the concrete monument that lingered high into the skies.

Azure was all that tamed his sanity: he was dazed. Such a powerful physical strike to his being in such a short time span rendered him nearly mindwarped..but there was no failure for the Destroyer. His back met with the hard surface of the concrete as the collision yielded a small crater where the initial impact took place, his body sliding along until he lay in a heap against the northern wall from where Mirahi now stood. Upon its hind legs did it erect its posture. "Is this all you have to offer to me? A single swipe of the tail, and you find yourself on your back?" he roared. The Uchiha lay on his side for seconds, before he eagerly pulled himself to his feet. Shaking off the immense pain was not a feat easily done.

"I'm just getting started, beast.." he spat.

A swift shunshin thereafter, and Anotsu closed the distance between himself and the dragon of Genjutsu prowess. The right arm cocked back fully, a ninety degree angle characterizing the eastern appendage; knuckles mottled white as he threatened to punch at the maw of Mirahi....but to no avail?

A brouhaha of demonic proportion.

Mirahi's very silhouette imploded upon itself, almost as if reality had denied its existence. Atsuhiro landed upon the ground in a crouch, indigo occuli glancing about. He was no longer with mask, the porcelain identity discarded to the far end of the building upon which they continued to battle. Apparently, physical tactics held no bearing in this match. The Uchiha would need to invoke the greatest assets of his Kekkai Genkai...or die trying.

[Umehara]

— Another Post

Standing to full height, the environment appeared to be no different from what he had viewed before. The skies were as cloudy as they had been prior to Mirahi's appearance, even the oxygen filtering through his nostrils tasting of fresh essence. Anotsu's feet padded along the concrete swiftly as he took to kinetic energy, attempting to make sense of just what machinations were at work. Every sense was effected. Such trickery was of a kind he had not fathomed before, not even the single audible persuasion that another entity existed upon the plain coming to aid him. He was alone...but yet, he was not.

"Foolish Uchiha..your kind is too prideful to fathom the power of your superiors. Allow me to pluck your eyes from their sockets now, and save you the humiliation pending."

Mirahi's very words echoed within Anotsu's cerebral, almost as hammers being tossed in multitudes against a wall unfortified and unfit to withstand such torment. Thoughts of hopelessness lingered; some type of persuasion? Perhaps a mental premonition birthed into his mind by the hand of this Genjutsu Master? Ordinarily, Anotsu would have simply cleaved the image in twain. The Doujutsu granted to him through the very blood that ran through his veins saw to this, but yet there was something different about these chakra signatures. They were stronger..more resonant than anything birthed by a human hand.

The Uchiha would even go so far as to ponder the conclusions of his own thought processes. Were those, too, of Mirahi's seductive tongue? Atsuhiro reached the edge of the building. Hopping upward and onto the ledge, he turned and allowed his vision to fall over the immediate proximity. Only the sounds of life itself ran through his audible comprehensions. He slowly reached up with a hand and unraveled the Mist Headband..before pulling it downward and laying it upon the ground. The clank of metal was...louder? Atsuhiro's eyes would descend until falling onto the accessory, furrowed eyebrows prevailing over his features.

"Sound.." he muttered.

And yet, he was punished once more for his lack of awareness. Spittle was thrust from his mouth as he once again took flight against his will, Mirahi's tail materializing against his torso in a velocity terrifying to witness. Unable to groan out in pain, Anotsu merely flew backward and began to descend. "...Argh!!" he exclaimed. His body twisted and contorted as he fell, the concrete below shapeshifting into a pair of arms whose fingers uncurled. As if a mother welcoming its child into her bosom, death had held intercourse with reality and was now threatening to embrace him for an eternal slumber. To gather his bearings would be a task Mirahi did not expect to occur: the dragon merely hovered gracefully along the air, a disapproving snort escaping its nostrils.

"You will learn the value of your eyes, child.."

[Zetsumei]

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Pride.

It was what intoxicated and tampered with the untapped potential of the Uchiha. As Anotsu lay descending multiple stories, he witnessed the opening of a door that he could not have fathomed existed. Yet again cognizant of his emotional heart strings beind tugged upon, he began to dissuade the homage required to fully connect with the sudden flood of feeling that threatened to reveal to him the truth about his existence: he had no purpose. He lived to serve none but the incontrovertible evidence that power was the only aspect that he excelled in.

As the tendrils continued to dance below and beg for a solid grasp upon his silhouette, the images of Iggy and Gabriel appeared unto him.

...They could not have felt anything less than fear for him.

Even in the face of newfound friendship did angst and despair roam freely, his arrogance eviscerating the ties between loneliness and partnership. Iggy's smile played time and time again within his memory banks. Amazing, he thought: there was something more than tactic or an opponent's move that lingered within his mind. The Uchiha had met this woman only a short time ago..and yet, he clung to her in conclusion that he had nothing else. Even Kouketsu, his kin, could not provide the loving touch of a woman that Iggy could.

This was the feeling of comfort..no, the only feeling of comfort...that he could remember. All too suddenly did the flames from his childhood begin to perish...the screams of his people dulled and silenced by the fluency of her voice.

Love? No. Far from it. The will to discover life at its greatest potential? ...The Destroyer had been enlightened.

-- Enter: — Tsukuyomi.

Mirahi's roar was dulled by the blaze ignited from Anotsu's very form, crimson and obsidian tendrils of electricity and fire pulling him to turn his form rightside up. Stopping only five meters before the hands of fate could wrap themselves around his once vulnerable flesh, he extended either arm to his sides. Biceps flexed as Atsuhiro once more called upon his Kekkai Genkai. His Tenketsu free from the imprisonment of despair and uncertainty, the awakening beckoned an explosive amount of chakra that swirled and seeped from his epicenter.

The Chuunin's very torso swelled with the spiritual essence of many a technique, his eyes widening as a wave of chakra surrounded him and created a transparent sphere that only he could discern. Swift thrusts to either flank of his body yielded powerful surges of pure chakra that erradicated the concrete hands, particles rising from whence they existed. Before Mirahi did he stand, the beast face to face with the now circling Sharingan Eyes. The scarlet gaze had been returned to its owner, one...two...three tomoe bursting forth from his iris and flickering with vengeance.

"You have awakened, Uchiha Genesis."

Tsukuyomi merely smirked as his form hovered above the ground, feet left to dangle with the seemingly endless possibilities running rampant throughout his thought processes. Anotsu had never been cast over the side of the building. A single grain of time's sand had fallen, and yet the torment he had endured only served as a mental scar upon him. "Indeed...and now you will obey my command." Anotsu muttered. For but a moment did the spirit of Gabriel and Iggy appear behind the Uchiha, their hands nestled comfortably along his shoulder and side in support. Such a strong bond it was..

..Yet, such a short time had passed. It did not matter, though: it was the only positivity that he knew off of the battlefield...and he held it close so as to survive this hellish nightmare.

The tables...had turned.

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— Another Post.

If given the choice to reign supreme over a conscience that demanded the utmost power...or to summon the choice, an uncertain choice, to stand upon an edifice greater than what destiny had set aside for a man such as he.

...What was the Uchiha to do?

The machinations of fate once more began to turn, the gears of time creaking and grinding vigorously against Anotsu's attempt to force the dragon Mirahi to submit. Thunderous clash of tendril and claw alike rang true along the atmosphere, blasts of sonic proportions rocking the fabric of time as they appeared to present high speed movements one against the other. Evenly matched, move for move, against the hand of god himself...Tsukuyomi denied the chess game and removed himself as the pawn; it was time to reappear as the king and reclaim his throne.

"Submit to me, child. Allow me to suffer you unto a peace that you will never know in this world."

A swift glare of the Sharingan Eyes, and Anotsu was free to thrust Apashi's kissaki into the beast's ear; such was all that he would get as the aerial battle took place, his summon's agility well-noted as they danced against the gale. Mirahi roared in frustration as such occurred, yet it would not extinguish the malice he so blatantly showed toward the Uchiha. A vicious spin of its silhouette, and the impact was enough to send Anotsu flying downward and into the concrete below. Yet, the entity of powerful Genjutsu would not stop there; an appendage reached out, its claws seizing hold of the Chuunin's upper body. Its wings folded to allow speedy aerial motions, and thus it began a spiraling acceleration.

Atsuhiro could only attempt to combat it. Handseals were performed swiftly as their descent took place, the rapid creation of the zodiacs his only defense. "Taste the concrete your kind has layed for you!" the beast roared. Gritting his teeth, the Uchiha displayed other plans. "Katon! Goukyakuu No Jutsu!" The very words caused Mirahi's peripheral vision to ignite in a wonderous spark for but a moment. Its vicegrip upon the Uchiha's body loosened just as a sphere of humongous proportions was unleashed. The Katon element reigned supreme as the jetstream of fire travelled in a funnel shape against its cranium. The sheer impact forced Mirahi to roar out, the soundwaves piercing Anotsu's eardrums in countermeasure. Either assailant was sent in different directions.

-- Mirahi

The beast had never encountered techniques so potent. Had it not been for its thick hide, death would have claimed it. A continuous roar was all that expelled from the vocals of the fiend before a moderate collision with the ground below rendered it motionless. The ball upon its tail wildly swung. Spiked daggers upon its end collided with the concrete. The blunt trauma enough to crush the foundations of the tall building, Mirahi would take the time to gather its wits before bursting forth and into the heavens once more. The imprint caused water to permeate through the various cracks within the gaia.

-- Atsu

The first instinct was, when one heard a sound that was most displeasing, to cover the ears. Thankfully, Anotsu allowed such a basic tactic to save the eardrums from rupturing in their entirety. Distraught from the pressure previously applied from Mirahi's powerful grip, the fatigue was more than apparent. He could see the side of the building coming into view...and his body would witness its sturdy properties if he chose not to create a method of escape.

Handseals were once more performed. The swift transition, one from the other, yielded a blast of heat in the form of a windy projectile. "Tenma Hando No Jutsu!" he bit out. Such a force was enough to repel the velocity of his descent Atsuhiro's body smashing into the window of the establishment. Shards of glass cut open artifical orifices upon Tsukuyomi's body, his frame rolling along the floor before going limp once more. Thankfully, there were none inhabiting the building; it had long-since been abandoned in favor of relocation, and such he was thankful for. The destruction of Mizu No Kuni at his hand? ...Never.

Staggering to his feet, Anotsu assessed the damage to his body. He yanked a spare shard of glass from his left arm, tossing the crimson piece away.

And with such confidence did he erupt with an adamant resolve.


"....Had enough yet!?"

[Umehara]

— Additional Post.

Thus, the war between man and summon raged on.

Anotsu's reawakening had yielded greater results than he had fathomed. Chakra swelled within him, fueled by the insatiable desire to tame and call Mirahi his to command. A ferocious roar escaped the demon's maw as it took to flight once more, its tongue lingering externally. The very appendage was vibrating heavily. Pulling himself from the wreckage of their last collision, Atsuhiro managed to channel chakra to the soles of his feet before realizing just what the beast was conjuring. Through his Sharingan, the world was no longer a mystery.

It was a void that had been filled by tendrils of light, barreling into and rending apart the darkness in all its enigmatic existence. He stared out and at Mirahi's jaw, the bone ajar from natural function. Sound waves ripped through the air with swift resolve, and had he not been wary, he'd have experienced their force "full hand". The Uchiha did the only thing that he knew to do: jump. A shunshin forward carried him to his intended destination, the Chuunin's body cast out the broken window and down into the depths of the fortress's bowels. The spiritual essence clinging to his extremities was put to use. Time was against him.

As if magnetized, Atsuhiro's feet met with the side of the building he so hungrily lingered close to for support. A swift dash carried him vertically. No sooner than when he changed direction to a horizontal proportion, the sound waves met with the concrete above. Mirahi's power proved quite formidable as an explosion of great force rocked the establishment. Dirt and debri rained down from the place of contact and made a brusque descent, chunks of the building's former completion threatening to crush Anotsu under its weight.

"This will be your burial ground, infidel!"

Even through his wounds, Atsuhiro could only smirk. Around the corner of the building did he move, creating a diagonal ascent as the slabs of gravel lingered only meters behind him. Out of Mirahi's sight, he managed to thrust himself forward and through the clouds of dirt and the like to arrive once more atop the roof. He crouched with a single hand motioning toward Mirahi, a finger wagging. "..I will be buried..but after my purpose is fulfilled." he returned. The great beast landed afront his form, its massive head lowering until it was eye level with Anotsu. Its very breath caused his body to increase its temperature, a bead of sweat threatening to roll down his left cheek.

"You still continue to defy me?"

A mere nod of the head, and Atsuhiro's locks lay matted to his face. Their battle had lasted longer than he had expected, yet he was fit to continue so long as there was oxygen filtering into his lungs and expelling carbon dioxide. With narrowed eyes did the shinobi stare into the face of peril, its wonders unmasked. The illusions were no longer plaguing him. His Sharingan Eye, in all its absolution, saw to this. He would end it here...

...Yet, he could only hope that Mirahi's surrender would be more than forthcoming.

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— Additional Post

This was the liberty that he had won for himself.

...The devices of Mirahi were truly a force to be reckoned with, the nature of his power realized as Anotsu turned his back upon the beast. The Illusionary Visionary lifted its cranium and gazed toward the heavens, and with an outburst anticipated he roared at the full extent of his vocals. The foundation upon which he and his potential master stood quaked. Yet, this Uchiha would not be moved. "As you wish...let us put these charades to rest!" Mirahi bellowed. Massive wings spread out to either side of him, before a sudden burst of speed carried him skyward. Devious in his cause, its appendage swung toward the Uchiha in disdain.

Atsuhiro merely shunshined to the side, a burst of wind caressing his mane and forcing his tresses to flutter violently. As the scarlet occuli gazed up and toward Mirahi, the very emanation of its power began to change. The Doujutsu began to strain under the influence of the beast's technique, its hover yielding what appeared to be waves of distortion that crept along the atmosphere. Slowly but surely, there was no doubt within his mind that another Genjutsu was being conjured. There was no way for the Uchiha to reach the beast...and thus, he would wait for his final test to come forth. This moment was one that he would bask in; Mirahi's defeat...was now.

Just as he had anticipated, this particular Genjutsu relied heavily on a chakra output impressive to his Sharingan. Mirahi's very body began to twist and contort in a violent fashion, akin to a blur as he lingered there within the heavens. The Genjutsu Master's appendages broke away and began to descend, and yet the pain seemed to have no bearing upon his features. There, in front of the former KazeKage's visage, did more images of the beast appear. Every one of them yielded a size considerable to his simple frame, their amber pools staring intently down and into the depths of his soul. Atsuhiro jettisoned along the concrete in hurry thereafter; the purpose of their composition was clear.

"Mirahi of the Doragon. Your summoner is wary of your power. The great prowess of your people is henceforth recognized...but in these next fleeting moments of courage that you possess, I will eviscerate every doubt you have in this Scarlet gaze."

Bending his legs at the knee, Anotsu took to the skies and armed both the Red Queen to his left hand and the Apashi blade to his right. The swords screamed against the gale as his ascension was akin to that of a god's, the sheer force of his jump pushing him to meet Mirahi where he hovered. The beasts bellowed in unison against his thunderous roar, each swooping down from seperate directions to once more attack. Atsu's knuckles once again took on that mottled white hue, the iris flickering with a malice rekindled by Iggy's compassion. Mental images of the woman crossed his mind..and in her soul, he found a resting place.

"...I will ensure that no harm will come to you."

A pristine pillar of white light thereafter burst forth from the heavens, piercing the clouds to blind every sense that the Uchiha held....

— Time Lapse: 3 Hours.

"...Nn.."

Anotsu's body lay within the wreckage, either sword embedded deep within the concrete as he pulled himself from the slabs of rock and mortar. His silhouette burned with pain, moderate wounds from what appeared to be talons created within his torso. The Sharingan Eye disengaged shortly after he wiped his eyes to clear his vision, flames and tendrils of lightning appearing at a distance. The constant pitter-patter of liquid gradually licked away the dancing embers of fire, and once his vision had cleared...Anotsu sat up and stared out into the heavens.

...Rain.

A rough substance lay brushing along his right hand. Turning his head slightly, the pain causing him to wince, the Uchiha's victory lay etched upon the summoning contract.

"....Iggy..."

[Koori.]

Learned.

[Umehara]

— Time Lapse: 2 Hours.

It had not taken Atsuhiro long to recover. Pulling himself from a neary abode's bed, he nodded his head in thanks to its owners and armed the Red Queen to his back. Apashi at his left side, the ANBU's wolven mask was donned once more before he exited and shunshined away from the premises.

...There was still much work to be done.

[. Exit]