Crossing Paths with a Bone Digger

[shinzo-kori]

[given you an entrance]

I would continue down the path set out for me, only to find I had approached a much more secluded area then I came from. It was fine to be alone in the silence of my calm village, and only the mist's would be there to keep my form slightly hidden from people meters away from me. I felt an odd presence among these parts, but I found nothing too ominous to stop me from approaching it. My blades would clink together at my side lightly, the Katana and Wakazashi hidden within their black sheathes. I wore my normal attire, except I added my black and white beanie fitted tightly upon my head as I walked along the dirt road. My loose black shorts blew back from the wind along with the black button up shirt I wore over my white thermal, for the temperature was a cool breeze.

I was silent along the path, thinking of many things that have taken place recently. I had two students now, and it seemed that soon I would have a full team to teach, but I was fine with just two students. I truly did not seek a student that was too much trouble on my hands, but sometimes life throws a curve ball at you, and the only thing that can be done is to hit it or move out of the way. Finally the silence would become to much, and I would halt within the middle of the road, my left hand upon the hilt of my Wakazashi, and the right hand nestled within my right pocket. If one were to approach me, he had better come out quick, for I would not allow this odd presence to follow me anymore. I would not speak, at least not until I were sure of this fact, for that would only make me look like a mad man.

[1482]

|. No problem.|

The Kaguya would step forward, quiet as he could. A man had just recently passed him and for some reason, the man sparked his interest. The Kaguya would wait until the man was a ways away before he would spring his legs into action, following the man to wherever he was headed. the Kaguya wasn't sure what he would do, but he continued to follow anyway, hypnotized by a force unknown. The Kaguya had decided to leave his usual accessories home. These included his blank scroll, his katana and other personnel items that he kept to himself. Why would anyone else need to see them? He still kept a rather wide arsenal of weapons with his though. these being the basic shinobi tools : Kunai and shuriken alike. His purple Kimono would hang lose from his torso, following the gentle breeze that plagued the surrounding area. his black slack would only slightly cover the Kaguya's straw strung sandals, displaying the white appendage bandage wrapped around his right ankle.

A slight grin would appear on the Kaguya's face. It would seem as if the man had come to a stop. The Kaguya hadn't known why, but his curiosity only kept the grin perched atop his face, refusing to leave. perhaps if the man hadn't came to a stop, the Kaguya would have followed him wherever he went, probably for the rest of the day, if not the next. The Kaguya figured that the man had noticed him following, due to the sudden stop, but this only sparked the Kaguya's interest even more. No doubt the man had to be a strong shinobi to know that he was being followed but then again, he could have just been paranoid and thought a figure was haunting him through the mist. Whatever it was, the Kaguya would reach into his side pouch, holding a sharp metal object firmly in his hand. One might call it, a kunai. Without any hesitation, the Kaguya would spring forward, closing the distance rather quickly. He was a close range fighter after all. As the Kaguya would come within range for an attack, he would first fake as if he was going for the low blow, but quickly bring his arm back up, attempting to slice at the man's neck if he didn't turn around. He wasn't trying to kill, just to see how strong the man was for strong people, sparked his interest rather quickly.

[shinzo-kori]

I waited a few seconds in this position as my fingers upon the Wakazashi hilt began to coil tightly around it. My eyes dashed from one side of my sight to the other, studying all angles of the situation, whether my opponent would come from behind, or in front, or to my sides. I did not know what was to come. Silence meant only a few things in my book, either trouble to come, or death. I knew this all to well, and so when my opponent approached me from behind in all swiftness and silence, I would still be a little prepared to handle a situation such as this. My form would quickly to spin upon my right heel to the left as my hand remained tightly upon the blade. At the corner of my left eye, he would be seen lunging forward towards me, graceful as his purple Kimono blew in the wind. I saw the kunai wielded within the grasp of his hand and knew exactly what move to make. I unsheathe the blade, a slight howl could be heard in its wake, and my form would push off from the ball of my heel backwards allowing my foe to pass on by, but my timing could have been off for I was attacked in a vulnerable.

Yes, I knew there were long ranged foes and close ranged, and the blade he held was called a Kunai, one that was used for both styles of fighting. If the momentum was enough to continue his direction towards my previous position, my blade would be kept at my side as my left foot lifts into a side kick aimed for the back of the boy attempting to attack me. The only problem was the possibility of misjudged timing, and that would decide whether or not my kick would land correctly, and if it didn't, I was now in a less dangerous position. My kick would be simple, but enough to throw him off course and send him crashing to the dirt road. If a success, my words would quickly follow the impact, "Gotcha!" The Wakazashi was there so that during my momentum in the kick, I would be allowed to defend my self against the blade if the boy thought of making a slash attack to the side. I did not know who this was, for he seemed to be someone I did not know, though his speed caused the image of himself to be very brief. The Mist would keep me and him invisible to the eyes of those from a distance, and only the sound of a struggle would be heard....no one to hear him cry for help.

You find yourself within the lion's den, expect a scratch or two

[1482]

The distance between him and the man had closed rather quickly. it was almost implanted into his mind that maybe this man wasn't as strong as he thought he was. The Kaguya was sure that the man wouldn't have had time to react but to his surprise, the man had moved accordingly, as if he had prepared for this type of situation. The Kaguya had gripped the metallic object held within his hand, firmly, intending to do damage. His purple Kimono seemed to float as his strike had missed the man, as if it had anticipated the dodge. He was traveling at too fast a speed to slow himself down, a skill he would have to work on, to stop himself. His foot would jerk forward, following the motion of his body as a rather sturdy leg came in contact with his format. The Kaguya had noticed the kick, but it wouldn't due to much damage. After all, his bones were sturdier than others, a useful trait indeed.

The Kaguya's format was flung back through the air, gliding along the wind currents, flowing wherever the force of the kick instructed him to go. he wouldn't remain like this, however. He wasn't the one for attacking long range but with the current circumstances, the Kaguya would have to alternate between his fighting styles. As he glided through the air, the Kaguya would instruct his chakra to flow into his gut and mix with the oxygen that he was now sucking in. Of course, he did none of this in plain sight, performing these crucial steps as he flew backward. The air and chakra would mix within his gut, forming a small wind arrow and which upon completion, would be launched from the Kaguya's mouth. The Kaguya would soon find the technique ready and before plummeting to the ground, the Kaguya would hold his free hand out, making contact with the ground and pushing off with it, flipping his format over, allowing him to land on his feet. In an instant, the Kaguya would charge forward, launching the arrow from his mouth, but using his kunai occupied hand to cover up his releasing the technique. The arrow would fly forward, invisible to the naked eye because of it's properties. Wind. that's right, a wind arrow. If the arrow would connect, no doubt the man would be slightly distracted and at that time, the Kaguya would launch his attack, going for a low sweep kick to the man's legs, attempting to take him off of his feet. he would follow only moments behind the arrow, until the arrow would either his it's target or be dodged, but whatever it was, the Kaguya would be there, ready for his attack.

[shinzo-kori]

I watched my foot make connection with the boy's back, though I felt a slight resistance that I wouldn't feel upon another. I gathered myself together, avoiding a very crucial attack from this boy, but now that I was in the stronger position, I would take advantage of this situation. The boy was sent forward from the pressure of my attack, and now I was quite ready to finish him off. I would remain in the same place I found myself in from the beginning as the boy landed upon the palm of his open hand and flipped over onto his feet. I had the ability to catch him off guard with an attack that could very well end his life, but I would play a fair game, for I did not yet know purpose for him actions. My left foot would slide along the ground creating a three foot space between both feet to make the shifting from left to right much easier then normal. At the same time, my right hand would lift in front of my chest into the one handed Ram handseal as my left hand wielding the Wakazashi would slant to the left at the side of my right hand for defense.

The handseal was complete and following that, my right hand would extend forward towards the boy to reveal an illusion. From the palm would a Kunai fire forward towards the boy's chest, giving him enough time to avoid the attack, however causing him to flank off to another direction. However, it would seem that another attack quite unsuspected would meet with my right shoulder blade, and I would stumble backwards trying to gather myself. The pressure seemed to tear a bit of the material of my short sleeve black shirt, and that got me a bit upset. "Dammit Kid," only to express my anger for what has been going on. If the fake Kunai, made by the Demonic Illusion: False Throw Technique, would be good enough to force the boy to move out of the way, I would push forward with my Wakazashi aimed forward in a thrust motion aimed for the boy's chest while my right hand would fall to the hilt of my Katana blade. It would slightly reveal itself from the sheathe leaving the blade halfway naked from its cover. It would reveal itself for a counter and a counter only for my skill in unsheathing the blade was rather swift.

[1482]

The Kaguya would watch as his wind arrow pierced the man's shirt, near his shoulder blade. Not exactly where he was aiming, but it was sufficient. No matter, the Kaguya would still continue his attack, closing the distance between him and the man. Unfortunately, the man had already begun his attack. He watched as the man brought up his hand, forming the one handed rat hand-seal. of course, the Kaguya hadn't known this but the man had been preparing a jutsu. He would watch the man place his hands on his Wakazashi, but soon he would find himself running face to face a kunai. The Kaguya hadn't known how, but it seemed as if the kunai had been thrown instantly. It seemed as if the man hadn't even moved, but he didn't have time to think about that now: He had to focus on dodging. He pushed off with his left foot, propelling himself to the right, coming to a stop only to find himself having to defend once more.

He managed to pick his head up just in time to notice th man thrusting his Wakazashi foreword, aiming for the Kaguya's chest. Landing on the ground a few moments ago, there would be no way for the Kaguya to dodge, or bring up his kunai to block the attack. In an instant, he would find the Wakazashi upon his chest, but for some reason, it hadn't pierced through. With the Wakazashi rested upon the Kaguya's chest area, small chunks of white residue would fall from the Kaguya's chest: from where the Wakazashi had struck. The white residue that had fallen, had been nothing else but bone. Hard, solid, white bone. A couple moments before the impact, the Kaguya had managed to push out a small chunk of bone from his chest, calculating where the Wakazashi would strike, and place it there, protecting him from a fatal wound. He hadn't planned don using his blood limit during this encounter, but it would seem as if he had to. His eyes watched as the katana sat in the man's hands, revealing half of it's destructive body, waiting for it's chance to strike. It wasn't hard to figure out that the Kaguya would be cut down if he continued to attack and so, he Wouldn't' attack anymore. The man had proven his strength and slowly, the Kaguya would push off of the ground, leaping back a few feet, glaring at the man.

[shinzo-kori]

My blade made impact, but once against I was surprised to feel resistance, and the fact that it was my blade this time made me extra curious as to how he was able to do that. My Katana was half way out ready to make a swipe attack for his neck to finish him off, but I couldn't. My hand reversed its action sliding the blade back into its sheathe while my Wakazashi remained pointed forward in a thrust motion. He would look as if nothing really happened, and then leaped back from me to place another distance between us. I did not grin, had no look of anger nor happiness, but a look of awe. I felt as if I had discovered something from the unknown, but in truth I had never met another Kaguya. That was what he was, a bone master, one who was able to manipulate his body in ways no one could dream of. I realized my jaw was low a bit to show how amazed I was, but then I snapped out of it and lifted my jaw to close my mouth.

I flipped the blade in my hand to where the hilt had the blade pointing towards the ground, and then I slowly began to walk towards the boy. "What do you want?" my voice filled with the sound of authority, and my form slowly closing in the gap between us in a motion that seemed almost ghostly. The mist blew on by blowing my hair along with it, and then I would find myself only five feet from the boy where I would cross my arms, the blade pressing against the side of my forearm as my eyes studied the white haired boy carefully. I could see through the torn part of his Kimono, for their was only white, and not the tone of his skin. He seemed to have a blood lust about him, but not to powerful that it would drive him into an even more unwise decision, such as risking his life for the likes of me. "Speak up kid I don't have all day." I would continue on to force him to speak, for I truly didn't wish to waste anymore time with this kid.

[1482]

The boy would listen as the man stepped forward, speaking his words while having his arm crossed. There was a slight urge to attack now, attack while the man was vulnerable, but the Kaguya found himself unable to. He would sneak an eye at the blade and to him, it would seem as it was just waiting for him to attack, for the simple reason of cutting him down as soon as he moved his feet. the Kaguya's eyes soon lowered to the point at which he was looking at his broken bones laying there on the ground. It had come to a shock that the man had been able to break them. it would seem that on this day, the man had been full of surprises. The Kaguya, a man hat could manipulate his bones. Yes, it was correct. The boy had been part of that group, although they were now small in number. it would seem as if the man was growing rather impatient, pushing and urging on for the Kaguya to answer him. However, this didn't bother the Kaguya though. He hadn't ever been the one to settle and sit under the law or at least, as far as he can remember. He would speak his words in a few moments, calm as the ocean and seas alike, o need to be hostile. In fact, the man held strength and power that the Kaguya vied for and so, he would openly put the offer on the table. Whether the man accepted or not, he would find his way.

You power...Your strength...Your Skill...Who wouldn't want that? And so, right here and now, even though I barely know you. I ask of you to become my teacher, tutelage, even a trainer.

[shinzo-kori]

I looked him in the eyes as he soon responded to my question, though it wasn't an answer to my question. I listened to him carefully and sucked on my teeth making a small noise as if I were licking food from the cracks of my teeth, though it was really a sign that I was still a bit annoyed. He wanted to be my student, after all of this he totally dropped the subject at hand and expected me to teach him. I could tell he was one who only sought out powerful strength, and from the looks of it, to destroy. I had to really ask myself did I wish to have him on my hands, most likely causing trouble, or should I tell him no and leave. Then again, would it be fair to let someone else undergo what I just did, but the circumstances may be different and could end with the death of someone. No, I couldn't allow that, and he was just a kid in the end so it would be rather a waste of time to place him under some serious consequences.

My arms would fall to my side though my left hand still held the hilt of the Wakazashi ready to attack if need be. I would then walk closer to him till there was very little distance between us, and then I leaned forward in to where he would hear me loud and clear with a irritated upon my face. The blade in my hand was ready for anything, for I didn't usually get this close to one I did not trust, but I wanted to make sure he was quite aware of the seriousness of the conversation. I wouldn't ask too many questions like why he wanted to be my student other then the fact about seeking power, but I would get straight to the point. "Listen and listen good. You become my student, you'll do as I say, and if I catch you pulling some sh-" I resisted from using strong language and took a light breath to calm myself down quickly before continuing. "Just don't ever do that again or the outcome might be totally different."

Unstable bonds usually end badly, thus the reason a blade should always remain available

[1482]

Through all the language and talking, in the Kaguya's mind, all that was said was a simple yes. This three lettered word had shocked him. If he was held captive in the man's situation, there was no doubt in his mind that he would have refused But why hadn't the man? A Question best saved for another time. The Kaguya didn't want to push his luck and overall, he had common sense. That's why he stopped his attack when he was clearly defeated but then again, maybe that wasn't the reason. Whatever it was, the Kaguya hadn't wanted it any other way. he now had a teacher, a trainer, one to help him along. One might even go so far as to call the man a friend. the Kaguya would stand poised, leaning and stepping back, separating himself from the man. It was awkward to have someone in his face like that, especially since it was a male. The Kaguya would smile, gripping onto his calm attitude as he spoke out to the man with a smile on his face...Once done speaking, the Kaguya would give clear notation for his new "tutelage" to lead the way and once he did, Kimimura wouldn't be far behind.

Do not worry. That was.....an assurance...

{An exit thread ahead of time..}

[shinzo-kori]

I would nod this his response, and then I would lift back up to a much more erect stance before looking over the boy's shoulder down the path I had just left. I could sense that a good amount of time was wasted in this meeting, and I did not wish to waste any more. I felt it was time for the team to be united so that we could get this show on the road, and all I could hope was that these three could work together in the way I wished them to....or we would be lost. "Tatsu..." A very simple introduction yes, but unlike most, I wouldn't truly care for a response to the gesture. If I didn't know his name now, I would surely find out soon enough, but time was of the essence. The Kaguya would not seem to be a threat at the moment, but of course I was always wary, thus the reason I kept my blade unsheathe at my side as I walked past the boy and down the road. "Lets go, they will be waiting for us," I would say as I continued on expecting the Kaguya to follow. I would then hear his footsteps following, and so we would vanish into the thick mists together to meet up with the rest of the team.

[Exits]