-- Stepping Stone. [O]

[Umehara]

Sharingan: Konsui (Dead Sleep Gaze)
Rank: "B"
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: The user initiates a powerful gaze putting others to sleep.
Special: None, however, holding the rat handseal increases focus, making the gaze more powerful.
Drawback: ---
Description: The user begins by locking eyes with the opponent or the person in question. The user then begins by having the three tomoe within the Sharingan begin to spin. As this happens the user then begins to perform the usage of the hypnosis technique along the opponent. When doing so they push their chakra outwards to the opponent as the eye is used as a medium in which when the gazes are locked causes extreme lathargy and then seconds later, instantaneous sleep. This technique can affect sharingan users if they do not have the Sharingan technique activated and are capable of undergoing against techniques of "B" Rank within the GenJutsu creation. As the user falls into a sleep, they stay asleep for a full length of what a body may need.
Limit: Must have Sharingan (ŽÊ—ÖŠá "Copy Wheel Eye,") 3rd Tomoe, Must know Handless GenJutsu "S" Rank, Must have Phantasm Perception.

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"Look at him...he looks almost as pathetic as you do." a voice muttered. Deep in its laughter, the intensity of the vocals toward Anotsu's ears signaled that he was stepping ever closer. Darkness spread out over what used to be the Uchiha's vision; he was unable to open his eyes, the rest of his senses sufficing to aid him in figuring just where he was. The familiar feeling of weakness washed over his aching body, his left tibia throbbing in pain as he struggled to suppress the weight of his eyelids.

The laughter slowly died to a halt as Atsuhiro felt his body move involuntarily. A set of arms could be felt hooking under his own, a quick hoist sending him from off of the earth that he layed on. The sudden jerk caused his occuli to function just barely, and it was then that he caught the rather portly male who had effortlessly lifted him. A simple shinobi by the looks of him, the headband on his forehead was much too tainted with grime to be of any use in gathering intel. Anotsu simply took a deep breath, beginning to ponder what violence he'd inflict on this simpleton for touching him.

Unfortunately, his physical abilities would not aid him. Closing his eyes, the pools of chakra within his reserves were fresh. What better way to subdue him than with Ninjutsu? Perhaps, though, it was more beneficial to listen to as much as possible to find what information he needed in regards to where he was now located.

Closing his eyes, Atsuhiro began to remember the first days of summoning his Sharingan. His indigo hues were still in place, seemingly void of any alertness. In his younger days, it was as easy as staring at the opponent and luring them into a daze. Genjutsu was not that simple now...he would need to recover the comfort associated with his Kekkai Genkai's true nature. Anotsu began by taking a deep breath, the fellow before him crouched and examining the various injuries upon his body. It gave him enough time to access his chakra, pouring a mild amount of it into the occuli. This...this was the focal point of the Sharingan.

Perhaps there was a certain technique with which he could utilize this single technique to its greatest potential. Past Sharingan experiences had allowed him to render his opponent paralyzed and fearful, this being no exception. It was then that the ANBU realized that another possibility could arise from having his potential victim gaze into his line of sight - Sharingan: Dead Sleep Gaze.

A rather powerful technique in itself, this particular jutsu could render the opponent useless on various levels. Its main function, however, was to put them into a deep slumber. Even the most ferocious of opponents would fall under this spell, the chakra signified by symptons of deep fatigue. Of course, it was only illusion. But with the Sharingan upgraded to its greatest potential, the feat would be a cakewalk for one with such a high chakra level. He would not even have to engage in any handseals - over a year in experimentation with the zodiac, Atsuhiro had confined his Genjutsu implication to the pupils as a medium. He only needed a glance from his supposed saviour..and under the spell he would go.

"Jinsuke, it looks like we've got one of those ANBU fellows on our hands. Where he came from, I dunno. But this gem he was holding is a fine one. I think he'll be more than grateful and let us have it for saving him from the ravens!" In the distance, a smaller male let out a disapproving sigh. "Hibiki....you're full of it."


For the most part, the husky male seemed to ramble. Another chakra signature was nearby - one that he was clearly talking to, and one that Atsuhiro could sense with the Chakra signature possessing an elemental affinity. This was another gift of his Kekkai Genkai, but its focal point would rest around the Dead Sleep Gaze.

...It appeared that he would have to practice before attempting the technique. The steady flow of his tenketsu complete within the time of ponderance, he allowed his occuli to shift toward a small seagull that had landed upon the coast. Its beady eyes slowly began to shift to meet his piercing stare. Now..it was only a matter of time.

[Captain M]

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Once the fowl of the air had made contact with Anotsu, he would immediately begin to push his chakra forward. Though, his eyes had that same lazy appearance to them. To be alert would mean that Jinsuke and company would realize that he was more capable than what he appeared, and such would hinder his advance into this seemingly foreign territory. The small animal crept ever closer with the Uchiha's Sharingan technique inching ever closer to its target - usually, he could inhabit the victim's psyche by now. But with his languid appearance, such a feat would prove tedious. Soon, however, the fowl began to flap its wings less effortlessly. Its steps were less sharp than before, and staggering seemed to be a seldom occurence.

"...Sleep, small friend."

The thought left his mind no sooner than when the bird seemed to fold its wings and fall over onto its side. Its small chest was almost noticably heaving in a lighter manner. The chakra fed to its senses ceased, and without so much as a soft sigh the ANBU would direct his attention back toward the "tentative" shinobi before him. He figured that they would attempt to rob him of his belongings, and thus he altered their intentions with a single sentence.

"...Are you..thieves?"

There was a certain deception in fooling them, one that he could use to his advantage. Chakra was once more pooled into the eyes of the Uchiha as the heavyset male before him lifted his gaze. "Well, damn...you can talk. What happened to you, buddy? Get into a fight with a Kage Level jutsu and lose?" he inquired. His partner stifled a chuckle as he joined him, coming into view for Atsuhiro to size up. It didn't take very long to realize that they were physically unable to stand up to him. This would make the focus of his chakra all the better. In his normal state, the Dead Sleep gaze could have been inflicted onto both of them well before he had recovered. Curse the body and its natural immunity systems!

But they would suffer their fates either way.

"That's...none of your concern. Where am I?" Anotsu questioned. The bass in his voice was enough to cause both of the shinobi to quirk a brow, their eyes travelling over what available weaponry he had. Tracing their lines of sight, he once more began to concentrate the power of his chakra toward his occuli. This was the second stage of the Sharingan Eye's potent ability to take apart and analyze all that was before him - it hadn't taken him long to diffuse their gaze with a raise of his eyebrows, the Sharingan Eye suppressing its appearance just long enough for the indigo of his iris to appear once more. "We pulled you from the stew that you were brewing in, friend. The least you could do is be civil."

The irritated look upon their faces held little to no concern. Tolerable to an extent, Jinsuke attempted to retrieve the mask from Atsuhiro's face..

only to be rejected.

With a swift strike of the palm toward the oncoming arm's wrist, he immediately shoved the appendage from his view before using the strength in his least painful leg to stagger. Either of the males inquisitively looked at him, only to glance at each other. "We're not here to hurt you. This is our country. We don't need to remind you of the consequences of foreigners not doing as they're told outside their boundaries." It was enough to make Anotsu laugh..but the burning within his lungs prevented that. On the upper hand, his ministrations had earned him enough time to store chakra within his Sharingan Eye for the Dead Sleep Gaze to begin once more. Jinsuke took slow steps toward him, unknowing of the fate that was about to befall him.

To accentuate his claim of required assistance, Atsuhiro dropped either of his arms to his sides. How ominous this was...and worse yet that they didn't even know it.

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Once Jinsuke had come into range of Atsuhiro's vision, the jutsu would immediatey be relinquished from its dormant sleep. With a powerful force unhindered, the chakra from pools of crimson spread forward in an infectious manner. It tainted all that lay before him, scores of his essence covering the shinobi before him as his mundane view was syphoned for its energy. The disease spread to the eyelids as Jinsuke slowly came to a halt in front of the Uchiha, legs buckling only slightly before he lifted a hand in protest. "Wha...what are you...?" Such a question appeared to be the greatest irritation about human fatality. They always wanted to know why...when...where...how. Never could they understood the passion in murder and self-righteous slaughter.

"The razor's edge to your final strand of life." Anotsu muttered.

The prophecy was fulfilled with a swift stroke of chakra, Jinsuke's body beginning to fall forward and onto the ground. His forehead created a rather resounding thud along the gaia, Hibiki's optics growing wide with question as he immediately jumped backward. "..Running, are you?"

Atsuhiro stood to his feet, now able to move his appendages with much greater ease since the remnants of sleep left him. The open orifices upon his body still ached him, but the adrenal glands would assist him in all that he needed to accomplish here and now. "What did you do to Jinsuke!?" the large male spat. Without hesitation did he reach into his satchel, retrieving twin kunai within each hand. They were flung with a certain fear, allowing Anotsu to unsheathe Apashi. Throughout the physical affairs, however, he was consistently pooling what chakra he needed to feed the Sharingan Eye. It was then that he would break Hibiki's steps into humorous counterattacks.

The first mistake was evading so quickly.

A quick shift with the Inkaten technique rendered Anotsu visible, allowing him to traverse the ground between himself and the intended opponent. Physical strength allowed such a technique to leave his chakra gathering unhindered, a certain stimulation piquing the ANBU's interest. From behind the porcelain mask did he chuckle...something that he had not done in quite a while. His footsteps unregistered, he arrived behind Hibiki as the kunai that were thrown clanged against stone. The ping of each weapon brought back certain memories to Atsuhiro thereafter - he had been here before. With such edifices carved in Stone, it was no doubt that he was in Earth Country.

Finding out how he had gotten there would have to wait, however.

The kissaki of his sword screamed through the air just as Hibiki's shock took place, allowing him to strike the wrists with the flat of the blade to relieve him of two more knives. They dropped into the earth as a quick step upon his right foot allowed Anotsu to attack his stomach, sending him writhing in pain as he fell onto his backside. A grunt pierced the air as the Uchiha reached up with his right hand toward the facade worn over his handsome features; he wanted Hibiki to see the devastation of the Sharingan Eye at its finest hour. Thus, the wolf's mask would be removed slowly...almost horrifically. A sliver of moments passed before the victim's eyes widened, suddenly plagued with a remorseful disdain.

"U..Uchiha!" he exclaimed. There was no surprise to be had - his clan's reputation had spread everywhere by now. Utilizing this moment of fear to enact the Dead Sleep Gaze once more, Atsuhiro's tomoe began to spin. The beauty of his eyes, if not the sheer luminous glow that was given off in the eerie light of Stone's shadow, was almost as overwhelming as the Genjutsu he was placing about his victim. Physically, Hibiki appeared to be rather languid in his movements. Was he stronger than Jinsuke?

..There was only one way to find out. At least Anotsu's fun would not be delayed. Even if that was the most grim of realizations...it would suffice.

[Umehara]

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The forceful application of his chakra allowed Anotsu to subdue the bigger being before him, a small sigh escaping his lips as he moved to hoist the man up by the arm. Dragging and dropping him next to Jinsuke, few handseals would be performed. A small plume of smoke ensued, thereafter twin Uchiha standing before each other. One just as powerful as its alternate, the originator merely nodded his head toward the two slumbering shinobi. His clone merely took an indian style sitting upon the rock they had previously set him on, allowing the ANBU to move further into the vicinity.

But he would have to move cautiously.

Within the area did he sense the presence of others, low chatter carrying along the wind until reaching his ears. The number of patrons within the vicinity was nearly innumerable thanks to the rocky formations keeping sound bounced off of them, but it was inconsequential to one with the Sharingan Eye. Though, he could not bring harm to them. - he was, after all, part of Stone's Ambassadors. As such, he would hold to the honor among ninja. Following this thought, he began to utilize the Sharingan Eye once more to survey and get a better vantage point over those who would not suspect his oncoming advance.

He could even direct his chakra over a long distance and into the opponent's mind, disrupting the flow of mental stability. Only one of the techniques useful to the Kekkai Genkai, he would need to once more invoke it to truly understand the mastery. How could he increase the speed at which he influenced his opponents? Under the wrong circumstances, they could easily break free from imprisonment and attack him...this would cause detrimental results to his ongoing offense..or even a solid defense. He cursed time and again, mentally, at the weakness of his own chakra's comprehension. If it had not been for the struggle before the blackout and transition, he could have easily placed them into a deep sleep.

But he would not rest in the face of adversity.

Now allowing his feet to gather chakra, he placed himself alongside a rather large rock formation and began his advance. Though much had probably changed over the course of a year, he would not let his guard down against the powerful shinobi of Stone. Pandoru was sure to remain active as Kage...though, the thought of another replacing her was a possibility, as well. No matter - he would approach and ensure his safety either way.

The hands were brought together, a single handseal performed so as to allow the Uchiha deep concentration. He spotted the silhouette of a female in the distance, pacing back and forth. Judging from her height and weight, she was no more than sixteen. The youthful ninja was even so predictable so as to keep her hands moving along the pouch upon her right hip - she was susceptible from the opposite side. Thus, the ANBU would make his move. Trekking forward at a slow pace, he once more opened the chakra gates of his body and allowed the nutrients of ninjutsu to supply themselves to his retinas.

He would begin by flanking her from the west, subduing her ability to properly wield a weapon. Thereafter, the Uchiha's Genjutsu would reign supreme over her ability to react. As noted earlier, the use of handseals was null and void. This would only serve his purpose to bring her into a sleeping state even faster.

[Umehara]

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With the approaching offensive, Atsuhiro would perform a string of handseals. It seemed that his appendages were much faster at bringing out the zodiac...even going so far as using one hand proved more beneficial than before. His blade was clasped within the free hand, obviously the left with the right being more dominant. The proximity betwixt himself and his target now at a manageable length, three plumes of smoke would surround him.

Copies.

Holding no substance, these generic clones were more of a distraction. Easily noticeable by those who held a Doujutsu, he could only hope that she was more along the lines of the mundane type. Waiting near one of the rocks that could lead him to overcoming her, Anotsu would wait and watch. The tenketsu upon his body calmed as his adrenal stimulation began to dwindle, the usual movements of his chakra toward the upper part of his body becoming more fluent. There was no pause or hesitation in the gathering of essence, and it appeared more potent than ever when using high-ranking jutsu. He had come a long way since the days of his training, and it could be felt every time the three tomoe appeared within his gaze to aid him combat.

The clones were moving into position.

No sooner than when he saw one of them from his peripheral vision, each of the clones dispersed themselves in a triangular fashion. So easily was she taken with them that she turned and attempted to eye all of them, placing her back to the one position where she had not seen a physical silhouette appear. This, unfortunately, would be her own folly...and ultimately, her own undoing. From the depths of secrecy did Anotsu spring his trap, legs bent at the knee as he pushed himself from the ground. His aerial assault would go unnoticed until the female turned toward him, her hand moving toward a shuriken above her ear. Senbon were released from the ANBU's side, remedying that particular maneuver.

And that was when he would land.

The senbon clang to the ground as he whipped her arm about, sending her spiraling until her back would collide with the earth before him. The Genjutsu's effect immediately took place, and it was then that he would once more project his chakra forward. She attempted to yell for help, but the weary vocals did nothing aside from forcing a yawn from her throat. Atsuhiro stared intently into her eyes as she suffered the fate from her fallen comrades...but he would leave them very much alive until he could further investigate the area.

As he stood from the ground, his clones would vanish in thin gatherings of clouds. He hoisted her frame into his arms and travelled toward the nearest nook of the establishment, laying her along the ground. His Sharingan Eye continued in its active state, threateningly accurate - and surprisingly thorough with the retraction of his genjutsu. Unhindered by the amount of chakra it took to weave the illusionary combat tactic into fruition, it was next to effortless for him to captivate his target. With a search of the premises for more obstacles, the Uchiha vanished into the coast's recesses.

[zuka]

Learned.

[Umehara]

Having secured the area, Anotsu would travel further into the village's whereabouts. It was evident that he was in a neutral zone, having visited Pandoru earlier. He wondered just what may have changed, but such thoughts would have to wait until a more adequate interval in time.

[. Exit]

[Umehara]

Name: Lightning Style: Raikou Kougake (Lightning Greave)
Rank: S
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Shooting a line of pure chakra straight forward from one's arm, palm open and fingers outstretched, a quick burst of lightning in the shape of the appendage streams forward and damages the opponent.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: The arm falls numb after two uses, taking two posts before full function can be resumed. This effectively stops the use of Handseals for the duration of this drawback.
Description: The user performs a string of handseals, thereafter pushing an arm forward. Using it as the focal point, a burst of chakra is projected forward from the shoulder to the fingertips, and finally into the atmosphere. This technique requires S-Rank Chakra Drain for its first time, and B-Rank Chakra Drain each time used afterward. Travelling for a maximum of fifty meters and at three times the size of the user's arm, one of two effects will occur:



The user may project their chakra toward a surface, the elemental arm of Lightning shooting forward and carrying the user to their intended destination at the object's surface. However, this slows down the travel of the Lightning (Leaving it to travel 15 Meters per second instead of near-instantaneously), potentially dismembering the user if it were to travel at normal speed.


The user may project their chakra toward an opponent's body, the elemental arm of Lightning shooting forward and "clutching" onto their frame by wrapping its tendrils about the intended section of the opponent's anatomy. Holding them in place, a lethal surge of lightning courses through the body and inflicts heavy damage. Such includes extremely high voltage shock, paralysis of the body costing C-Rank chakra for every round held after the first, and blindness if gazed directly into when the jutsu first takes projectile form. Somewhat predictable, as the arm will crackle with small tendrils of electricity prior to expulsion of the Jutsu in projectile form. This technique drains the user of a B-Rank amount of chakra per turn held.

Limit: Must have Lightning Release. Must be taught by Uchiha Atsuhiro.

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After much deliberation of what food he wanted to eat (Hey, Ramen and Sushi are both good choices..), Anotsu pulled himself from his long nap and gazed out into the distance. It was the darkest part of the evening, consequently allowing him to move without much interruption through Stone's outer skirts. He was still slightly fatigued, groggy with pulling the last few shards of his nightmares away from his focus. "Even in my dreams, I find no rest. How twisted.." he muttered to himself. His chakra supply, as well as his insatiable desire for power, seemed to pique the interest of a technique that he had envisioned during his slumber. A useful Ninjutsu, indeed, but he could not remember the specific details.

That is when he sat indian style upon the ground, reaching into the folds of his attire and withdrawing an empty scroll. The pristine white parchment had not been touched since he had purchased it from Stone. Inevitably, the Uchiha figured that he could benefit from its use as a memoir to one's self and their dedication. Unraveling it for as far as it would go, he pondered the variables of this newfound ability. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he could bring his idea into fruition and practice it into a perfection. The thought pleased him as he also fished into the recesses of his belongings for ink and a brush. Finally prepared to deepen the understanding of his notions, he began to compose.

"...Lightning Greave."

The name came to him almost as abruptly as when his brush had touched the scroll. Wet with the required ink, he began to write out details. Of course, this jutsu was of the Raiton affinity. It was a powerful element all its own, swift and able to paralyze the body with minimal effort. Controlling it was natural for those who dabbled it in regularly, but for others? ..This would prove to be a different story. It began by channeling the chakra required into a medium that would suffice for the jutsu to sustain itself. But what key would there be? Most parts of the body were not durable enough to withstand an elemental attack associated with lightning - to what end would he be able to attack with it, let alone keep from killing himself?

It was then that Anotsu placed the brush down for moments, standing to full height as he travelled into the distance for a small ways. A slow pace, and he raised his right arm so that the palm of his hand could be level with the Sharingan Eye. If it was feasible, could he concentrate the mass gathering into his appendage? The thought of such a thing had its disadvantages (Broken Bones, Numbness, etc.), but he would attempt this feat nonetheless. The digits were far outspread as he allowed his feet to slide apart, at a shoulder's length with narrowed eyes gazing at the toned forearm and bicep. He began to concentrate, realizing that even the slightest mistake could tear the muscle apart. Being in a foreign location, albeit that he was considered an ambassador, such results would leave him susceptible to surprise attack.

The tenketsu upon his body began to awaken. The ANBU was more than efficient with various elemental jutsu, but this particular affinity held a keen sense of dominance within the cerebral. Cognizant of its obvious pros and cons, the utilization of one's arsenal depended solely on the shinobi. Thus, he took to gathering as much focus as possible. A steady stream of chakra flow began its initial appearance within, tension leaving his body as he comforted himself with the surge of life's essence throughout his entire circulatory system.

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The winds began to howl as the chakra flow throughout his body began to reach its focal point. Revitalized by the sheer power resting inside of him, Atsuhiro's chest rose and fell in rhythm as he inhaled oxygen in return for a breath of calm. What sounded like the crackling of two forces opposing each other began to reverberate around the area, and it was within those moments that he realized the beginning of this ninjutsu's learning. First, there was the matter of forming the chakra needed to exert the jutsu forward in its entirety. Closing his eyes, Atsuhiro pursed his lips together and envisioned his method of attack. The shoulder began to receive the most of his energy, the broadness of them supporting the sudden burst of electricity that spanned throughout the air and slid along the ground.

"Now, then...to create an adequate jutsu...I'll need to apply more." he thought.

Thus, he gave a handsome expansion of the amount of chakra input toward his shoulder. Surely enough, the very vibrations of the electricity streaking around his appendage could be felt throughout his body. Small stones were cast aside as the electrical resonance licked and snapped at the ground, quickly taking root at the focal point of his gestures. His arm lit up with a vibrant azure, matching that of the cerulean sky on its clearest of days. His fingertips began to engulf themselves in the same aura, curling and flexing them to ensure that he could still maneuver while performing the technique. Discomfort spread to his body if he attempted to go mobile, and thus the conclusion was reached - he would have to remain stationary for this jutsu to be at its greatest effect.

Anotsu slightly beared his teeth as he thereafter pushed his chakra into an external form. Rather comfortable with this gesture since reaching new heights in chakra supply, he was able to relieve himself of the slight tension in his muscles when the stream of energy reached forward. The air seemed to buzz heavily as a straight line spread forward, only to dissipate within five meters of his positioning. An outline of his arm appeared almost instantaneously, and from there the digits appeared to be mangled and weak. To his amazement, a deformed figure of his appendage shot forward and curved toward the ground. Shielding himself from the impact, a glorious explosion rocked the very edifice that he stood upon.

To have staggered was an understatement. Relinquishing some of the earth from beneath him, debri and stone alike flew about to pitter patter along the walls he stood between. The Sharingan Eye revealed to him just the fault within his technique - taking a knee, he would reassess the output of his chakra into an external state. It appeared that this Ninjutsu was designed to create a spitting image of his own arm. But what could he accomplish once it was formed? The Uchiha began to dismiss its application, figuring that creating a perfect replica of his arm would be best before attempting to offensively strike with it. Else, he'd most likely eat another one of the explosions that the torrent of lightning and thunder had created.

Back to the drawing board.

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His movements would be swift through the night. Reaching back he'd untie the headband of Sunagakure, holding it in his hand he wondered if there was really any reason to hold onto this horrid memento. All he knew at this point was he was tired of such hypocrisies, teams formed to be broken, bonds wasting time in the space of one's empty heart. Koga had never truly been accepted anywhere, by anyone. Could he be following the same repetitive past through a new form? As he wandered through the dark night he would wonder where to go. Sand was surely out of the question for the boy. Though he often wondered if returning to the Sea would be wise as well. For now with no destination in mind he would seek refuge of some form. May it be in death, or life, in home or open, in person or darkness...

A rapture soon to come in this world, or at least it was what Koga required to continue on in this life. As he traveled with soft foot falls he would spot something moving in the distance, his own pace would slow. What could he have approached in this barren countryside of Tsuchi no Kuni. His dark hues would gaze carefully looking over what he might be falling into, the dream should have only begun...

[Umehara]

A small sigh escaped his lips. Allowing himself the luxury of wandering forward, the Uchiha stopped at the coast to admire the luminous glow of the pristine white sphere above. She was beautiful...an anomaly forever present even on the darkest of eves. The Sharingan's crimson tomoe appeared to glow against the backdrop of the moon's watchful eye, and yet he could not help but feel the sense of restlessness. The boundaries of Mizu No Kuni were far off, his own homeland abandoned. But for what purpose? A shift in weight allowed him to turn into the distance as the thought crossed him.

The anxiety within him ceased as his focus returned, and within the next few moments he merely took to silence. The sound of water massaging the stone about him drew him into an almost completely prone state, though the gears within the cerebral continued to process and analyze that which remained around him. What exactly was he waiting for? For what reason did he remain here, unhindered by time to simply meet Stone's authorities and inquire about what force had inevitably brought him here.

Peering out into the endless night, the Sharingan Eye faintly picked out the silhouette barely visible. Adversary or potential ally, he merely allowed his arms to drop to his sides. At least there was some reason to exist...if not for anything but conversation and exchanged necessity to interact with those who enjoyed solitude.

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[#147]

Koga would slowly begin to approach the man standing before him, the glances shared but it was hard to see in this light. The sounds of waves lapping up against the shore reminded the boy of his past, the sounds of the ocean constantly connecting with the side of the boat. As he neared the man, his Sunagakure headband grasped within his palm. He looked at it for a moment, closing his eyes he'd lower his hand, then look back up at the man before his eyes. "To think I'd run into someone out here, at this time of night," he would speak out loud to the man. "Make's it hard to run," his voice was normal in tone, yet his soul was filled with annoyance and hatred.

He was a runaway, some would say that is the cowardly path, but Koga cared not. He was no coward and those to work alnog side with him would know that. He took conflict by the throat and beat it like a ragdoll. He wasn't fleeing his homeland, he had no homeland. No true family ever gifted to him by a God. More so the curse to make up for his superiority in these days. Looking at this man he had encountered, the thoughts of what would bring him here would race. Yet no question asked, for what would bring someone such as Koga here during this hour.

[Umehara]

The boy had a point.

"Indeed. There is sooner a blade to the back than a genuine embrace. Such is the life of a shinobi." he returned. Hidden behind the porcelain mask of the Wolf ANBU, he allowed his Kekkai Genkai to sift into a dormant state. Beneath the veil of the twilight, the transition would allow no notice from an entity other than himself. Indigo hues gave due note to the clutched headband within his digits - an easy notation that he was of no contentment with wherever he had come from. It reminded him of his own origins; Suna No Kuni's dunes were ill-favored against the cool of the ocean, the comfort of being hidden in the mist. He'd relinquished all ties to them, and it was in those fleeting moments of thought that he felt a common disdain for the homeland.

"The night.." he began. Soothing was the water that dipped in and out along the shore, its natural ability to cool passing over his silhouette as he stood with newfound company. Anotsu lifted his mask, placing it in its respective pouch as his obsidian tresses lifted to flutter within the breeze. Almond-shaped occuli fell upon the stranger after taking a glance to the stars. "It may thrust one into the unknown...but it is also as secure as the mother's womb." He wouldn't bother asking for a name - perhaps it was inconsequential to the both of them. He merely stepped to the side, allowing the youth to join him at the water's edge. Its ebb and flow would bring peace to him, he figured, and such was a necessity from time to time.

"Your headband is not fastened to your forehead. Tell me....what sin is your homeland responsible for?" All the while, the back of the Uchiha's mind was still focusing on the Ninjutsu. It was hard to lose focus upon something so intriguing..

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-- Dreamweaver.

To dream peacefully was the luxury of children.

Standing within the bamboo forest, Anotsu's arms remained draped to his sides. Follicles of hair dangled before his countenance, a visage of complete apathy taking precedence over the flurry of emotions twisting and churning within him. His tenketsu were fully awakened, small tendrils of his essence pouring along the ground in lieu of the powerful Uchiha's focus. Furrowed eyebrows ensued as he inhaled deeply, the cool of the night's air supplying his lungs a revitalization that he had not felt in quite a while. He was relaxed...but his comfort zone would be yanked from beneath him in the following seconds. The Uchiha felt most alive when he was conjuring the elements, each zodiac beast bending to his will and summoning their strength to perform great feats against his adversaries.

Their task was simple - obliterate and tear asunder all obstacles that stood within his way. Stepping backward upon the right foot, the right arm lifted slowly. His bicep flexed as nimble digits went to work, sifting through multiple handseals in the timespan of mere seconds. The alternate arm was free to rest to the torso's west, fists clenched to brace himself for pending release of a potent energy. Once convinced that his body would sustain the strain of igniting the grand chakra required to complete the technique, Atsuhiro grit his teeth and unleashed a torrent of his life's nutrients. It felt invigorating - the chills that covered the expanse of his body was unmistakable, each strand of hair along the nape of his neck standing on end as his chakra poured into the recesses of his desired passageway.

Bringing the jutsu into fruition, the raiton element began to rear its head for those who would gaze upon him. The forestry around him began to lean away in fear as thin lines of electricity ran rampant along the ground. Sounding as the chirp of a multitude of birds, their erratic movements served to nullify an opponent's anticipation of just what horrors awaited them behind the summoning of such fearsome power. Allowing the digits upon his right hand to curl into talon shapes, the ANBU pushed his chakra toward the shoulder. Its joint strained only slightly as he bended his arm at the elbow, the palm facing forward as if targeting some unseen enemy. His power increased exponentially within moments, and it was then that the Uchiha sported a devious grin. "Lightning Style! ...Lightning Greave Jutsu!" he exclaimed.

Bearing the sharpened bicuspids of his teeth, a mighty roar escaped both his mouth and appendage. A straight line of chakra would manifest itself unto reality, travelling forward at an extremely swift rate. Only seconds passed before he gathered the elemental Raiton necessary to exert an offensive, an instantaneous formation of his arm birthing itself under the influence of lightning. Speeding forward with an unbridled fury, it easily began to tear through the bamboo trees. As chaff to the wind did the husks fly in every general direction possible, thunderous eruptions seizing gaia from the ground as it travelled along. Atsuhiro watched in surprise as the ethereal demon of an appendage devoured all that lay before it, an uncontrolled beast which would rend all obstacles for its summoner.

In satisfaction did he finally cease his ministrations, arm crackling with the last remnants of the jutsu as he stood straight up. A momentary pause, and the limb fell to his side just as the other had done. Before him, smoke and wreckage was all that would welcome any who once stood in his way. Satisfaction crept over him as his chakra reserves slowly built themselves into a stable condition once more, allowing him to take a deep breath and assess just what feat he had accomplished. There was no fury akin to the one that the Lightning element possessed - only that of the Uchiha's vengeful spirit against his adversaries.

[Captain M]

30

[Umehara]

[30|110]


Now that he had concentrated on simply forming the Lightning Greave upon his arm, Anotsu began to anticipate the incorporation of the Sharingan Eye into the mix. Of course, his Kekkai Genkai had multiple uses - limited to no certain field of expertise, it allowed him to dive into territories that others could only dream of. Its main use was to give Anotsu the keen sense of prediction in terms of an opponent's movement, thus allowing him ample time to plan his method of counterattack. Execution, as a result, seemed almost effortless to those who did not possess this unique Doujutsu. In that regard, it would provide an insurmountable advantage in combat when used in conjunction with his plethora of skills.

His ponderance was interrupted by the lack of sensation within his right arm as he unknowingly brushed along the sharp edge of a piece of bamboo. Slightly wounded, he allowed a few of his digits to run over the appendage. Was this a result of the jutsu? Small lines of blood trickled from the end of the artificial orifice as he frowned, sliding his index finger across epidermis to stop the steady descent of crimson. How ironic: he was human, afterall. A soft chuckle left Atsuhiro's lips. His arrogance was subtle, but undoubtedly there. When his flesh was exposed to injury, it only served to remind him that he was human.

...Be that as it may, the jutsu appeared to have a negative effect. It disappointed the Chuunin to know that such power did not come without hinderance to his overall performance; the arm would numb after at least two uses. Perhaps it was the static charge or the sudden jolt of power that ran rampant along his flesh, but he could not truly make full use of his fingers when performing the Raiton No Jutsu technique more than twice. It would take consideration before he used the attack. Though, the price that he had to pay to decimate his enemies by way of such a quick projectile was well worth it. Not only that, but he doubted the battle would last long if he could simply strike them directly.

Realizing that he would need to concentrate once more, Anotsu attempted to rub his alternate hand along his arm. It slightly recovered its feeling, though he knew full well that it was not at full capability. Perhaps switching to the left arm would be more useful, what with his right arm being that he drew his blade with. Nodding in self-comprehension, the Uchiha would once again begin to draw out the technique in its entirety. He opened his mouth, chapped lips wet by a soft tongue as it flicked outward. Retreating into the recess of his maw thereafter, he bit down upon the pink flesh as chakra was twisted and churned from within.

Atsuhiro took a deep breath, lifting the left arm instead of the right. It did not feel as common as using the other appendage, but it would have to make do. Now was the time to use the Sharingan Eye - thus, the Uchiha placed a small amount of his spiritual force into the occuli. Travelling swiftly to the sockets, he was able to engulf his eyesight with the godly prowess of the Uchiha. Once more did his crimson gaze appear, the tri-set of tomoe spinning rapidly before settling in. "Sharingan!" he exclaimed, verbalizing the strength that oozed from the very fiber of his existence. Proudly singling out all targets before him, he allowed his piercing stare to exceed the boundary of human limitation.

It was time to strike once more.

[Umehara]

[??|110]

Envision. Anticipate. Attack. Review.

With the thirst for perfection, Anotsu once more took to training the technique he had found within his dreams. Facing countless enemies and rending them apart with this jutsu, bringing it into his reality would be that much more sweet. Perhaps it was his ascension into the Uchiha's higher ranks that gave him the need to progress, but the resolve? He didn't care for. Once more sitting and writing along the scroll's blank spaces, he analyzed his mistakes and gave them thorough notation. Moments passed, and he chose to stand once more in preparation. Most of his extra baggage was discarded in favor of lighter weight to deal with during the jutsu's creation.

This is how he would envision himself in the near future.

For now, the thought of such a level of progression depended solely on his willingness to perfect the technique. Of course, lightning could never truly be controlled. There was something about its ferocity that would not remain dormant when called upon, its sound akin to that of one thousand lions roaring to the heavens in malice. Their tenacity was unmatched by any other element - it served its own purpose, and travelled to and fro as it pleased. It was unhindered, much like himself, by the fabric of reality and repetition. He would need to understand this, or more than likely...he would fail at every attempt to enact an offensive strike upon the adversary.

There was no point in delaying any longer. The crimson of his eyes glowed well, coalesced with the fine stream of light that began to generate about his arm. His muscle relaxed from its tense state as he allowed his body to fall lax, feet planted into the ground with his sandals digging slightly harshly into the earth below. He calmed his mind, releasing all thought and dwelling solely upon instinct. The Sharingan would be his guide - he simply needed to accept its will and obey. The sanguine desire that crept up along his spine would be controlled as it opened up a new path of attack for him. All became clearer, even in the fading seconds of tranquility. There was naught to do now but summon the beast within.

Atsuhiro finally allowed a burst of his chakra to exert itself into a physical manifestation of his desires. It coiled about the appendage before taking control of his fingers, the "cannon" of an arm now thrust forward in lieu of it reaching its intended course. The pure incorporation of chakra allowed him better manipulation this time around, time beginning to come to a halt as the Uchiha's Sharingan Eye aided him. He saw clearly the destination of attack, and as such....he forcibly allowed a steady flow of his spiritual juice to exert itself in a swift manner. Invisible to the naked eye, he watched it travel into the distance before settling into a vicinity that signaled the climax of his ability to reach.

It was then that he would unleash the technique.

"Raiton No Jutsu! Raikou Kougake!" he exclaimed. As if sent from the very heavens, an excruciatingly loud roar erupted from his shoulder down to the very ivory daggers upon each of his digits. The lightning bolt so potent that it tore apart the ground afront him, Anotsu's facade left behind all apathy that it held. He was no longer the calm, collected shinobi. No...this was the feral, instinctive Atsuhiro. Bearing fangs at an imaginary opponent, the lightning seemingly jumped from his arm and into the atmosphere. So quick was it to release itself from his limb that the numbing returned, though less consequential to his body as the Sharingan blessed him with a physical tolerance to its sudden effect.

[#147]

Koga would listen to the man speak, he was wise, experienced no doubt within Koga's mind. But soon his heart would skip a beat as his stomach dropped a few notches. He would be face to face with the porcelain mask of a Wolf ANBU operative. His eyes widened unsure of how to react, should he run, no it'd be far too late at this range. The man would speak again as he stepped aside allowing for Koga to join his side, it would rest his mind as he would not worry to the outcome of running into the Law from which he struggles with. Koga said nothing as he stepped up, to show fear would show weakness. He would never be weak, he was the superior specimen in all perspectives.

The final statement from the Wolves den would have been foreseen by Koga. His headband in hand, the moonlight glowing down upon them. He held it before his face once more as he stared at it. "Sins unspeakable," he said at first as he stared blankly at it, remembering all he had done for Sunagakure yet was treated with such distaste. "Sins that make Sinners seem like Saints..." his grip loose as the metal gleamed in the light towards his face. Those ungrateful bastards, unknowing to the potential this prince amongst theives withheld in his body. He began to clench the headband within his hand the rage beginning to build in the back of his mind.