. A Storm God .

[– red]

Raiton • Ribon Tegotae no Jutsu [Lightning Release • Ribbon Effect Skill]
Rank: B-Ranked
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: A skill that is normally used during the midst of a rain storm. The user will send forth a lightning bolt from their hands, that will be channeled through falling rain drops. When hitting the rain drops, the lightning will seperate and scatter, turning into many smaller lightning bolts. Which all are concentrated towards the opponent, to shock them from multiple directions
Special: Dragon, Tiger, Serpent, Bird, Rat
Drawback: N/A
Description: A Jutsu which I used during Rainstorms. The user will perform the handseals and then will lift one hand and collect chakra to that hand. It will begin to emit electricity and once the hand is ready the user will push their hand forward releasing the bolt of lightning which will travel forward until it his a rain drop once it does the lightning bolt will scatter into 5 separate bolts and once each bolt hits another rain drop it will once again split into 5. This cycle will continue until the lightning hits the opponent. Though with the chakra that was inserted into the lighting it can be used to target the opponent.
Limit: Lighting Release

[ -- Chapter Two ]

A Sage’s Journey

[ 0 -- 80]

’Get your ass here!’ screamed Ying. A beat tore through the sound of the forest, a sort of tune that would make one wonder who was winning. Arial stood behind Baal fending off Ying with the best of her abilities. Giant waves were crashing down everywhere Baal turned, but it seemed that nothing was going to work in getting away. ’Stop running, face him because I am only able to distract him for the time being,’ said Arial. A mono toned voice slipping through her fines. Wind sweeping it up from it’s original course, as a trace of new power ran through a cerebellums train of thought and a light flicked on. ’Only lightning can kill a demon in the hardest of rain,’ said a voice behind him. Head turning around, blue ocular vesssels peering at a shady figure. Rain only covered the cloak standing over the shady figure. The man, judging by the figure in Baal’s eyes was not attacking but only giving him worthy advice. Thoughts reoccurring on what he was going to use, but nothing so far.

’You know what a chain reaction is right kid?’ said the bold voiced man. ’Yeah…’ said sarcastically by no one other than Baal himself. Eyes shot open, a scroll was being planted inside of his head, and it was something of a miracle. Reading it swiftly, gaining its intelligence without reading it in front of him was somewhat of abnormal. ’Ribbon Effect…?’ questioned the Sage. Swiftly he began to reoccur in his head what was going to happen within this range of time. Hand seals forming over a short period of time, following through a series of chants inside of the cerebrum. Quickly lightning circled the deities entire fist, it seemed impossible at first that something like this was possible. Arial stood smiling, she could see what was happening, her beloved adversary was growing in strength much faster than anyone in her eyes had ever done. She began side stepping, sort of dancing away in order to get next to him as a giant wave turned into ice and stuck Ying within it’s path.

The rain blew its normal course, and nothing could stand in the way of a shot. Each rain drop was accumulated to be connected to another rain drop within its range, whether or not it was the last of all. A quick shot and it would radiate throughout each and every single rain drop in front of Baal. The ball seemed to travel at such a tremendous speed that it would take a miracle for someone to dodge it. No one could move at the speed of lightning, and no one could ever see how many times it would bounce into a rain drop. Circling Ying was the first thing it could imagine to do, but trapping him, then shocking him was the one thing that made Baal smirk. It was truly something of wonder. Though, as soon as the shock would come forth from the shinobi, a course of lightning would run and he would awake from his perilous dream. Awake now, he would want to truly train it, it was a matter of time before the chuunin exams were to start and he was a missing ninja still.

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+10

[– red]

Waking up to a misty rise. Laying upon a rock, awaiting his sensei’s return from wherever he had been. A sigh would lift forth from the parched lips and a small puddle would become his watering hole. After a cool drink, mimicry of the animals of the zodiac shown upon fingers swifter than the wind. Abnormally standing, his staff would be looked at as feeble nonetheless. Throwing it onto the ground, he would create an electrical substance somewhat around his right. No rain today, it was a little irregular for his taste, but it was different, standing in this strange land doing nothing but training. People walked around all day, looking to see if he was going attack them or not. His eyes were seeing something magical for once, the mist created little blue dots around because of its natural aqua balanced state. The vision itself was enough to make someone cry, but not this person. His hand cocked up like a gun, eyes staring at no direct target since there were too many to aim at. People began scattering across after crossing his path.

It was a little bright light rendering in his heart after seeing what people feared the most, which was rebellion. His eyes closed, still seeing his targets through the gift given to him by two deities. Hand was lofted backwards due to momentum, and a lightning radiance shot through the mist, but just testing whether or not the shocks would enter through each and every tiny particle was too much to handle. The lightning was far too strong to just enter a small particle at his feeble state so far, it was going to be a little hard to intimidate someone in the mist unless it had been raining. Nothing in Baal’s arsenal would allow him to do such a fatal task, but now was the time to perfect the effect, causing a chain reaction. No friends but many foes within his book, was going to give him a very good push when applying power to him. A swift motion was made by the incoming shinobi from the docks which were wanting to dodge the attack and act angry enough to try and talk to Baal but it wasn’t going to work.

The lightning failed to touch any part of water within it’s blurred vision. People new to this mist were not going to be able to see through it, and the people of the mist village probably had a clear vision just like normal day. An enormous perspective in the eyes of the trainer. The lightning sparked once on the bark of a tree but that was all, not enough water was around the dry climate to even do such a technique. A roar let forth, much aggravation within the tone because of the constant struggle it was going to take doing this sort of thing. Quickly the seals were made once more, and seeing as no challenger wanted to step forth, there were going to be a lot of random blank shots shot forth in order to shock his next target. ’You need an opponent?’ said a random voice from behind. His eyes shifted to the side, peripheral vision letting him know it was a female coming forth into his range. He was not going to fight a woman unless they were lethal enough to take him down.

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+10

[– red]

--- 20 -- 80

’Just joking. I see your learning ribbon effect. I’ve learned it already, it’s a pretty hard technique to get over trying, but I’ll show you how to do it perfectly. Now, it’s drizzling a little bit so try aiming it at an angle, but one of the higher rain drops so it has no choice but to go into a diagonal stance to get to another position downward…’ she said. Baal did not want to have ill advice so he created the hand seals wondering the entire time whether or not the information was going to be true. Quickly a shot of lightning sent forth into the air, ascending quickly into the air, as a lightning stream could be seen. More like a line of torture for the rain drops, each and every one being used within his wanting of power. ’How did you know how to do that?’ said Baal as a giant lightning dropped in front of him, scaring him for only but a second. Silver hair frolicking within the soft breeze. The sweat accumulated from before was blown away and a cool refreshing pause was left between the two.

’It took me a really hard time doing it, and it took me a while to do what you did also. It seems you are different than I in strength and caliber, what a weird thing huh?’ said the strangely good looking blonde haired shinobi. From the looks, she was much more powerful than Baal at the point, and it put rage in his heart that someone had already surpassed him within seconds. Gritting his teeth he could do nothing but not show his remark. A little surprised look upon his face, wanting to talk to this girl a little. ’Well, whats your name shawty?’ he asked giving her a keen look within his eyes. Her opposition was shifted throughout her entire gaze at the world within his eyes. What a true illusion indeed, it’s slow elliptical turn shifting throughout the lightning which foretold within his true training. Marks of the beast being fathomed every second as he allowed lightning to surround the hand which betrothed him power in the first position he had marked within himself.

Hand pointed at the girl as a joke. The lightning radiance of it all would wake her up. ’Are you alright?’ he said with a weird look upon his face. She quickly ducked as he let loose the shot. ’Shit! I’m sorry!’ he shouted covering his mouth. Eyes brightened with excitement, though merely a joke he wouldn’t know how she would react. ’It’s quite alright, I can handle my own self, I’m not some dumb girl who always fa…!!aaa!’ her voice was cut off by her tripping upon the smallest rose bed upon the ground before where they stood. Landing within these flowers would make her a bit dazzled. Hand seals performed once more like gang signs but they were only designating his own train course. Seeing her finally laying there a dumb expression would cross his face as her voice had been shattered by her own screams. A shot was fired off as the stupid look on his face stayed glued upon his person. Laying his hand out he would give her a helping hand.

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+10

[– red]

-- 30 - 80

’Need help..’ he said with a smart remark. She became red in the face as blushing was a sign of her ineligibility to speak once more. A swift remark came forth. ’Okay, well I’m going to help you get through this, it’s the least I could do for helping me up…’ she said with a smart remark back. Cocking her head trying to twist his words around a little. His eyebrow cocked up after completing more hand seals. Lightning surrounding his hand once more was only a sign of his retributive stand. There common goal in life might have been the same if they wanted each others company so. If ever they were to talk would they truly be a fortune mislead? None could tell. The evanescence of life’s wonders only allowed him to get stronger through listening to this girl. Unrepentantly a shock would catapult his entire persons onto another side of the rose bed. Her hand was cocked in the way of a gun, and lightning had shot forth from it in order to shock him.

’Got ya,’ she said as she winked her eye. ’My name is Sierra, but you can call me Cece,’ she said while her hip was cocked as her hands became smoky at the tip of her fingers. Looking shocked, and actually feeling the velocity of the impact given by this girls strange appearance of attack was somewhat benevolent. She had no worries and wanted to be with him in this training accord. The time for play had surely ended and testing each others strengths was the true test here. ’Bring it Cece!’ he claimed with a voice of a lion itself. A little creepy as he jumped up in order to come at her. Hoping his staff would come in handy this time he began making hand seals once more. While at the same time she began running, two katars sat on her wrist and the blades stood backwards, how was she planning on attacking him? With her running towards him and at the same time he did the same to her, they quickly switched their momentum within their creative stances.

Shooting a lightning strike at him and him at her, they would both see sparks fly in the instant they were to wield their weapons respectively. She would front flip as he would pole vault himself into her direction with his staff. They both meet within furious course, landing her on top of him at the end. His hand spread out onto the ground as lightning surged throughout them. His masculine cerebral wanted to win so of course he would flip over and gain to be on top of her. Her eyes with electric fury stared into his and a smile emerged. Her feminine fines was something to be valued. She wanted a kiss while he wanted to win and a kiss, truly being selfish in the way that he would not win in either way if he only got one of the two. She purged slowly and flipped him over, and soon enough they began tumbling down a giant hill which got them dirtied up pretty well. Her random personality caused her to act like she liked it and began licking the mud off of her entire body. He was so dizzy that he could not even get up. She stood and went over to him. Grabbing her ancles he would allow her to fall once more onto him.

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+10 O.O

Mud licking...

[– red]

40 tp .

exits.

[– red]

- enters-

Note : In this training thread, he has not yet gone to the festival.


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[– red]

- - The prestige

4 0 | 8 0

Locked vessels, two blood lines awoke in each other’s gaze. A luminous essence stirred around the world trapped within teal orbs. For but a moment, a translucent feeling fell over the deity; ‘Calm yourself. You have just gotten here, don’t get caught,’ spoke his conscious from within. ”I’m sorry, I must keep training. I know it’s a bit weird for me to say that, but I have a goal, you see,” spoke the Sansutomu, teeth gritting as he spoke through. Quivering under his own self pity for the situation, Baal would stand before the female and begin walking in the other direction. All emotion was going to have to be evaded. --

Within anger came an over obnoxious will to train. Shadowing the zodiac animals in a vivid cycle would begin the slow transition into rising power. Lightning acted as chakra, though it seemed. A yellow aura swirled in and out of his body as a lightning radiance formed upon his right hand surging into but a simple finger. ’Where the hell am I going to aim this at?’ the deity thought. Analyzing the area would do all but good after seeing nothing but a haze which covered an entire field. Bloodline was activated, and the luminous aura which coated his body quickly all disappeared after triggering the ribbon effect. --

”You know, I think the Sansutomu are a little stronger than that…” said a strange and oddly familiar voice. Shuffling his hands he would turn around, becoming a fiend for some type of weapon to protect himself with. Though, after seeing his father’s face, a calm expression finally burst through dirty skin. ”Hi……dad?” dialogued the confused deity. White veins radiating with a white glow embarked throughout his skin. Eyes as white as the lightning storm itself surging through the world which sat into the center of strangely illuminating orbs. ”Hello son, I see you have made it to the mist while nearing your 16th age as planned,” Zephon responded. --

A slow response in movement as a shocking appearance stood on either side of the battle field. ”You did…get our note right?” Baal could not reconcile the feeling of being alone all the years. Vengeance towards the rain village was suddenly stranded, thrown away in the heat of thought. ”No. I did not bother to search the ruins for any type of note. Where is my mom?” he said with a inconvenient tone within his voice. ”Your mom is at home cooking. So is Aiden, your brother…” he said. ”I don’t believe you. If this is a trick being played by someone, then you might as well quit it because i’m not falling for it!” he said. Hannibal’s feelings felt as if they were being tampered with. --

Was this in evidently the truth or was it truly his family who had now finally showed their faces within the village’s grasp. And if this was his father, how could he tell with Baal’s newly pronounced disguise? --

Yes, and the answer shall be told.

--
”It’s no disguise or trick son. And your eyes are more unique than any of my families, that’s how I know it is you, the heir to a pure bloodline of sansutomu,” squawked Zephon. ’Heh, he’s buttering me up a little too much, this has to be dad,’ he said within. A ravishing smile slept on his face now, and a run started as he went to hug on his father. ”Don’t be overly proud kid, no time for family bonding, that shall be done later,” he said as his cloak fell down from his head, revealing the spun dreads upon his head. Skin even more brown than before when in the rain village, and now shot through his veins was a fierce storm which could be hinted by the last stage of his blood line shining in ocular vessels. --

[– red]

Suddenly halting his pace, Baal began swaying left in right as bent knees sent him pushed back every time he landed. Lightning surged through the earth and began trailing right for his person. ’I can tell he’s gotten stronger…’ spoke forth to himself as lightning surged through his bones and rattled him thoroughly. ”That’s only one third of what I’m capable of now kid, it’s time to get stronger right now!” screamed Zephon as lightning began to form a sword within his hand. Shadowing the astral beasts in perfect form, he would slowly create a rain wall in front of his father, but noticing the same blood line, he would have to act quickly within holding lightning within his hand once more, a diversion had to be made.--

”So dad, have you ever heard of the Sansutomu Great Sword?” Baal yelled within broad daylight. Seemingly to be stunned with an appalled expression upon Zephon’s face, more hand seals were made. A golden aura surged beneath his persons and strayed throughout his body. The shape of a gun was appointed towards his father, and a smirk stalled on Zephon’s face. Not a moments haste was wasted, time itself struggled to keep up with the speed of the ribbons effect. The rain wall became surged within its beauty, creating a flash of crystalloid effects of a golden strike. On the other side of the playing field, a father stood in confidence as that same golden essence poured over his body in absolute beauty. --

Zephon’s chakra stood ready for any type of attack. As the ribbon effect began travelling for him, his hand stood as a power cord for the attack. Lightning stood within his body now, and became redirected through his fingers into the direction of his son. Baal stood shocked, the bullet was shot right back at him, and as a bonus, he would only notice the same rain wall in front of him instead of the opposite. He was a little slow for reaction, and a bolt of lightning would surge through him and his vision flickered on and off, and then back on making it seem like his eyes blinked very fast in a slow motion type of way. A paralyzing effect stood within him, and steam leapt forth from his edifice.--

”Is this the end?”

--

”No! Don’t give up!”

he shouted inside his cerebellum’s walls.--

An emotional shield fell towards his own body. Tears wanted to escape from glossy orbs. A storm was approaching, his father had a positive aim within his power. Rain fell towards them both, hiding the tears which fell forth from his vessels. Baal’s body ascended behind his father within seconds as he flickered [1/3] towards his father’s body in attempt to strike. Staff quickly became wielded in both hands, turning clockwise as he had an even greater reach of two more feet as a blade came forth in order to relieve the world of his persons. Zephon looked distraught as he quickly turned, a kunai stopping the swift moving blade in motion. From the other side of his figure, a shuriken was launched almost automatically.--

Unable to jump to the side quick enough, a scar emancipated it’s ugly face upon his side rib. Eyes clenched in pain as teeth gritted. A quick gripped kick sent the boy in the opposite direction. Eyes locked upon his father now, a dazzling sight to see as the rain began to blur vision. ’Damn, I didn’t think he’d knock my bloodline off with that attack,’ thought Baal. ”Come on son, have you really become weak after all these years!?” screamed Zephon. A grunt fell forth from the lips of his son. Hands maneuvered a creative flash vault as his staff became lofted into the ground, and launched back at his father. A spin quickly emitted as hand seals shifted throughout his person.—

[– red]

”Gyyraaah!” screamed the deity as he appeared closer to his father’s shadow. The battle had begun and the deities true fighting spirit released through each and every breathe. A lethal wind caressed his being and as his father tried to block with his weapon, it became redirected into another direction as the razor wind threw off his balance. Baal landed and took his stance in a similar way his father would do years back. ”Fine son, I won’t hold back now.” The sansutomu prodigy began with hand seals which puzzled into its own little riddle. A yellow pulse sent through his feet and sent out a vibration, launching him his father’s direction. ”So tell me, why did you leave me there for so long alone?” he said with anticipation. --

Hand was caught within his father’s as static invoked his pointer and middle finger with little power. A swift knee entered father’s gut, swiftly changing the position of the game being played. A decaying corpse fell into black mud or so it seemed. Eyes saw through the genjutsu as the wind and rain wisped through the figure itself giving it a blank void. Zooming in on his peripheral vision and vision in front of him would give little insight to where his father was. Vision got larger but side view was of no question now. There was only one destination the man could have been now, the rear. A little turn would fail in its attempt for further search of his father. A swift kick was sent into Baal’s cheek, shifting his position to the ground into mud. --

”Why is he winning…”

--

Indeed, the battle being won by the deity’s father rather in opposite favor stood power. A wind spurred in opposite directions and both of them began a stare down. The fatherly figure stroking his chin in a taunt, his rugged figures curving over his after shaved chin and a keen eye examining any type of movement. Lightning stood on pointer and middle. Eyes fully open, examining any type of jutsu that could have been used in spur of the moment. ”You just going to stand there son? And what’s with the staff, you should have been had your sword skills pent up inside by now,” Zephon shouted, a proud laugh afterwards. Reaching his hand behind him as eyes shrouded inside its rain began his next movement.--

A prepared launch of his staff as the blade became withdrawn on the end of it. Pole vaulted in his father’s direction the deity surely wanted it to end. Chakra was running on low, and there was little he could do at this point. Father was eager as ever to take his son home, so he needed to end the battle quickly. A giant blast of water was sent into his direction, knocking the staff into the air spinning a seemingly never ending spin. Lightning had stopped turning on the finger and a shadow was no longer under his person. Under the tree his father had been standing stood the shinobi named Baal. A secretive attack nonetheless was launched forth and quickly did it shoot through his father.--

”Damn!” shouted the eager father. ”Alright you two, quit it now! Zephon, why are you fighting that ki..Oh my god, Hannibal!?” a motherly figure screamed. His mother Raven shot over to him, her other son, at the age of 13 standing with his mist headband on stood behind with an uneager outlook. ”Hey mom…” he responded. Not such an excited tone as a tiresome ring fell around his being. Jumping from the tree he would stare into the eyes of his mother. Her kekkai genkai was never activated around him for some reason but it stood without reason that she did not want to seem like a power mongrel like her husband. She ran and almost tackled her son with enthusiasm.—

[zuka]

+30

[– red]

To Be Continued...?

7 0 | 8 0

Her spirit could not be calmed down at this point, she was too eager to see her son alive. ”How’d you know it was me?” he said as he wrapped his hands around her waist. ”Don’t you think I know my sons face even with all that disguise you have on?” she said. ”I guess it’s not a disguise if you all can see through it,” he said. ”Eh, quit your smart ass talk, let’s get inside and eat Raven, or is the food not ready?” squawked Zephon. ”Well, did you think I came out here to watch you train? Please, you’re not that cute anymore,” she said smiling as her eyes closed to notion her personality. Zephon vanished in a burst of water, as did their other son, leaving him and his mother to walk alone. Their walk would grow slower as her son flew through his training.--

”Why are you still training while I am talking to you?” she said with a smile, though her voice as serious as it could have been. Sparks shot through his fingers, it was becoming second nature now that he was able to see how the technique worked through his eyes. It was around that time he wanted to become stronger, so there was indeed somewhat of a passion towards it. At the other end of the field, her son stared into the distance. His blonde hair ravishing his boyish look, and his tanned skin giving him the look of a pure warrior. He was of pure blood also, a sansutomu of true skill. ”You know, your brother has already acquired the first stage of his sukamongo…” Raven baffled. A smirk appeared upon his lips, they had no reason as to which stage he was at.--

”I myself am still stuck within my second stage. Though, my parents were both not of pure bloodline, but thankfully you two are. How much stronger have you gotten?” she asked politely. No response came, he would rather have showed her than tell her any day. Baal’s hands gestured in a gun-like fashion. ”Razda, get out of his way!” she yelled. His eyes turned, head cocking to the side as his world-shone eyes peered through the sansutomu. A deity surely would have dodged, but as Baal wanted to test his brother’s strength as much as he wanted, he would not go full potential with the strike. The lightning was sent through a straight line. Razda did not move once, the lightning swiftly passed his figure and would strike a person to the side of him.--

A grunt escaped his lips as they begun to walk forward. Razda vanished in a veil of leaves and appeared at their front doorstep. He had no idea the power that Baal held within his hands now. ”So how do you plan on becoming a mist ninja?” his mother asked, interrupting the Deity’s thoughts. It was hard to tell her what had happened and how he managed to come here without his head band. ”I have no idea, but I plan doing it on my own…” he said, showing his responsibility within his new appearance. ”Hmm, I see. You have survived all these years without our help and you plan to keep it that way, right?” Raven said almost silently, a disappointed face among her vague expression. ”Yeah, that’s probably what it is. I’ve taken care of myself and wish to do that always.”—

”Oh, alright then. I have one more question though, where is your rain village headband?” she asked with the utmost important look in her eyes. His eyes shifted at her being, he could not give away any information. ”I’m not obliged to say anything to you really. I’m glad to see you although. Now I don’t have to be so alone when I’m here, thanks for showing up,” he said as he looked forward. Now seeing his family wasn’t as a proud moment as he wanted it to be, but awkwardness stood because he had still been on his own his entire life. There was nothing else he really wanted to say to her, he wanted to know nothing, because he had his own life now. ”Well, will you at least come to dinner with us? We would really appreciate it…” she said with a slight hint of enthusiasm.

”Sure, I’ll do that. What are we having?”

To be continued

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Gimme an L! Gimme an E! Gimme a... Oh screw it...


Learned ^^

[– red]

[ exits. ]

[– red]

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

end of Chapter One
Two Storms Meet

A crack of lightning presented itself into the center of a storm. Only one remained present within mother nature’s rage. His name you ask? Baal. Mocking the storm itself, the deity shadowed the frolic of the zodiac. Within ocular orbs the earth turned in it’s usual slow progression as he stared back into the storm’s eye. As if it were a competition itself, the two storms failed to give up to their opponent. Although, swiftly did the storm sage move through the endless night, his eyes giving him sight within the luminescent tears of the storm. Through his constant struggled to evade the monstrous storm, the deity began releasing the spiritual energy in which his power thrived on, into the waters shone around his person. Two void spaces beside Baal slowly transitioned into a blob-state, not yet reaching it’s significant meaning. “It seems as if this will take a moment, a moment I don’t have,” he said aloud. His storms eye caught a trail of lightning in which it’s course became marked within his path.

An omniscient fuse would at that moment, strike the two aqua bodies which were in the process of forming into none other than clones of himself. Surely perfection would take a lot more time. Crystalline bodies only added onto his damp being. At any given moment he could be stricken by the wrath of Zeus himself. “Hey!?” Brother!” cried out the youngling which brave heartedly followed his brother into the storm. In the middle of his zodiac sequence, he would dare to look back. At that given second, a bolt of lightning would strike Regal and the irony signified within Baal’s next remark was a little tragic. “Shit!” screamed the overanxious deity. His swift journey would stop as he landed upon a tree, only to examine his brother’s being after turning on his second stage of the storms eye. A smirk fulfilled it’s just duty, to lighten the mood for the shinobi. Head turned in courage, as he knew his brother could not fall so easily. Completing the sequence he would begin to form water around him once more.

They followed him around without hopping from tree to tree as if they had been floating. Baal’s head had appeared upon the clones now, the eyes only kin to the world could be seen floating within the ocular orbs. A radiance floating around the hands of Baal, only the thunder given to him by god could be judged as an illuminating essence. ‘Betrothed to me, a power unlike any other,’ he whispered. A grand exchange for the life he was to live. A storm god nonetheless, ruled the storm and all it’s treacherous side affects. Seemingly stronger than the man who raised him, the shinobi purged on towards the center of the storm, where an bright light signing down like a flashlight within the storm’s eye. There seemed to be a lot of monsters coming down from it, running their way right towards the storm sage with fury within their eyes.

The water clones would finish their cycle within his rage towards the storm. Monsters unseen before had finally spotted the shinobi. Within a range of a mile behind, his brother stood upon a tree witnessing the god take on his storm. A vengeance filled the heart of the young boy, and with his teeth gritted he would dash forwards in attempt to beat his brother at his own game.

Chapter Two, when the three storms meet is coming up and you won’t want to miss it!

[zuka]

Lyk, ttly +10

[– red]

Chapter Two --
The Three Storms Meet!

”Hannibal, wait up!” raved on Regal as he strained to get closer to his brother. Baal could not help but get stressed over the fact that his brother would die without his assistance. Not to mention, his skin kept shifting from it’s normal pigment to a rather different look, with white veins seeming to pummel onto him in every direction, then flicker back off. Baal’s breathing starts becoming a little hesitant, the normality of it was that a new stage was being gone into, but it was not progression, yet un relented power which seemed to be reaching it’s peak. A disturbing yet undecided balance stood between the two brothers, as well as the storm. ”Gryuuuaaaah!” roared a mighty beast. Each of the clones of the sansutomu shifted their ocular vessels into the direction of the scream. Baal looked unconcerned as he kept an eye on his younger brother. With power simultaneously getting stronger, a powerful grip on life he would have now. An adrenaline filled him completely with power.

”If you want to live, you’ll go back now…” Baal mocked as Regal stood at his side now. A determined look on both of their faces. Shadowing the zodiac beasts, Regal would begin to create a close proximity of clones around him. They had come faster than Baal’s in fact. No sort of jealousy stood between them yet. At this certain time, their lives were at stake, as well as their parents. ”Our house is going to be hit first if we don’t stop them!” screamed regal as his five clones went down with weapons all, launching them at the demons. ”Your house…not mine,” he said with a smirk, though inside a serious tone would signify his unrelenting hate for him. With a trail of teal liquid following in his person, his body would travel towards the ground in around two seconds in total. Newly found katana in hand, would serve it’s purpose now. In a parry shape, two strikes would be sent flying towards a giant crab like creature. It’s screams were valid, but only because the sword poked it in it’s eye.

The monstrosity of it’s form was completely vulgar to look at. The beast had too hard a shell for him to pierce on the outside, he somehow had to find a vital spot. ”Ey! Under here!” one of the clones beckoned loudly. The water clones beneath worked quickly, running their swords towards the crab’s rectum and running towards the head. ”Heh, good idea, I guess three heads work better than one, eh?” he shouted in laughter. ”Not when their your heads, hahaha!” responded Regal who had jumped upon the crab’s back as it would smoothly fall upon the ground, it’s soul dying with it. More screams would therefore filter the air, someone had to be in trouble. ”No time for games right now Regal, lets go!” the sansutomu shouted. Aqua bodies of water shifted throughout the trees, following their leaders movements going in zigzag movements as they all got closer to the source of the storm. ”Alright now, left and right now!” screamed the Sansutomu.

Clones compressed simply of water and an everlasting essence, would shoot forth from his left and right. Quickly would they spring forth to another monster, much more colossal than before, and at this size there was no doubt that someone had to be summoning it. ”Be careful guys, you won’t survive long if we make any stupid mistakes.”