The sharpest blade of grass...[T/I]

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Releasing this gate now caused Kizaki's skin to begin to darken as well as his blood flow began to over circulate into over drive. His jaw clenched tightly from the surge of energy he felt though he had known too well how this gate act's in his body. He was no stranger to using this one though it was more difficult when compared to the other gates before it. His Hair wafted torrential in the intense chakra swirling the air around him until suddenly a shimmering green outline began to over take his body. The ground the he sat on began to crack and fissure slightly as the strange torrent's of his chakra disturbed the very carbon bonds in the floor of concrete. His vein's on the pectorals and his forehead began to bulge very noticeably as if he where on steroids. in fact his hand's began to quake as well as if he where close to raging out like that.

And yet he only need a few moment's after completing this gate to get under control. It took a bit to get used to the heightened ability within this gate. Taking in a slow and yet deep breath of air he felt his mind expand in perception as the oxygen was received sharply and immediately flooded his brain. any uneducated or trained person might have just feigned from the rush of oxygen right there but Kizaki was one of the best tai master's in the world. He let the breath out even slower now as he moved on to focusing his mind at the wound gate. The reason in hurrying to this gate was to enable himself to synchronize the increased circulation of his massive swell in chakra and blood flow.

His nervous system was deadened and he could not feel it, but his heart was beating hard and fast enough to cause pain in his chest. His lungs would have been burning and his very veins would feel like molten lava from the friction of racing blood. He seemed to stop clenching his jaw now, and as he did the dust from the ground began to pick up and float suspended in the air as if gravity where escaping the ether around him. In fact small hand sized chunks of the floor where beginning to quiver and float slowly as well, orbiting around him like he where a meteor in space. The mentality that something like this took to exceed and control ones self was a phenomenal task. Much preparation and training was needed to mature the body to handle this level of power. Kizaki had mastered the training required to go this far, but that didn't change how difficult it was even if capable.

Now he began to grip his hands tightly in order to prepare and keep himself from moving reflexively due to entering a foreign gate. He recalled again the extreme overhaul of power and energy he misjudged earlier planting his hand's right through the wall near that kid without even being aware he was rushing at him. Kizaki had managed to test the water's already and now he was here getting ready to attempt controlling the beast once again. The spirit became stronger in himself, and so did his boldness. He forced himself to focus on the spinal region of his neck and then he let his will go. Immediately the air radiated with a shower of sparks. the ground around where Kizaki sat seemed to instantly spiderweb into many tiny crack's raising more rocks and pebbles around him.

However the very sparks that radiated around him ow would tear through and disintegrate the rock's themselves. He was now crossing over the mid way of celestial power. He was attempting to gain more then half of divine power now and it like the third gate...was far outstanding in the level of difficulty in keeping sanity whilst opening it. The air around Kizaki had become like a storm of swirling dust now as the rocks had been lifted and broken up to form a tornado of pebbles around his body. Any pebble that came within and inch of his body now would instantly be zapped into dust. He sat within a 2 meter deep crater now as the floor had been torn to shred's under him. He opened his eyes slowly; the lids themselves struggling to snap open though the will within Kizaki forced them to open slow as a part of controlling the gate. When they where fully opened he saw his vision pan and absorb EVERY detail within his range of sight.

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Kizaki felt the power surging within his body as he sat their struggling to control the intense rush of power that was consuming his body. He was in control for now, so long as he didn't move, that was most important. He looked around himself and was amazed at the level of clarity he had now. He wondered if this was what it was like to be capable of doujutsu actually, because every grain of sand and particle of dust the swirled before his face he could see. However he had to control his optical endeavors because it occurred that this amazing new sense of clarity only made Kizaki want to get up and blast through the nearest wall. and that was when he figured it out...

He realized that nothing was on a physical level in this gate anymore. This gate was purely in the mind and spirit as far as control. He had no more inhibitions on himself mentally or physically now and as a result his body functioned without regulation. This caused Kizaki to realize there was absolutely nothing to stop or shut off the rise of his power now. He could literally stay like this until his entire body disintegrated if he chose to without any actions at all. But the trade of was far bigger then that if he could have the maturity and control. He simply just had to stay in check with himself. And so Kizaki closed his eye's again with will alone and forced himself to take in a deep breath mentally. Again he retreated back into the sanctuary of his meditations noticing that without physical disturbance he should be able to return to that place of emptiness on his desire to do so.

He was a god now...truly he wonder what could be found in the sixth and seventh gates if he could really go this far and have unlimited access to his power. He sat their meditating and finally he decided to test the water's of his ability. He willed his hands to separate with his eyes closed, and based off that he opened them to find his palms sitting on his knees caps radiating with a flickering green aura now. In fact he looked over himself slowly and realized his entire green radiation was beginning to turn into a new aura! it flashed here and there like a raging storm where lighting crossed the sky. Kizaki would watch at his hands, carefully willing them to rise before his face as the energy pulsed now and even began to flare up from the normal green fog.

The mystical energy over his body seemed to infuriate here and there turning from the greenish fog into a blazing flame of golden power! The chakra radiating from his body was almost tangible it seemed, like one could reach out and grab it as if it where like water. "This...is truly amazing...never before in all my training had I imagined I could have power like this..." Kizaki murmured to himself purely amazed by the radiance of his body. He felt weightless and numb to anything around him. As he raised his left hand up watching the aura shift colors every few moment's he would snap his right hand swifter then .2 second behind him and produce his gladius setting it perfectly horizontal across his empty palm and slowly...with his mind, he would order the sword to draw across his palm, causing a deep red gash to open up before his eyes.

None of this could Kizaki feel, though the wound was truly sever to suffer. In fact he was sure that there should have been a feeling of friction at least to have cut all the way to his own tendons! But just as the gash was made, it healed right back over just as quickly causing a smile to cross Kizaki's lips. the radiating sparks of bio-electricty ran across his gladius and this caught his attention next. He watched the sparks super charge his blade and in a moment of fancy, Kizaki willed himself up to his feet. With barely a rise of his arms he lifted right up about 15 feet in the air and drop down flipping right before hitting the ground to stab his sword down...balancing himself upside down on the bottom of the handle, with the tip of his finger alone!

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Sitting on the tip of his gladius with the tip of his finger, the red skinned, white eyed warrior seemed to look down at the ground beneath him with a curious and calm facial expression. It was as if he where a statue in the face, no longer making normal facial expressions. His head tilted to the side but it wasn't a physical action. It was a purely mental command that made Kizaki feel inhuman even more. His eye's squinted as his vision panned inwards viewing the very keen edge of his sword like an eagle from this close. Adn then he lowered himself down on the handle by bending his arm slightly. Then with the slightest effort he thrust his arm hard, causing the sword to sink like a hot knife into butter right through the ground to the very handle.

Suspended in the air for a moment Kizaki found it even weirder that this level of strength was something more akin to exacting you're efforts without the drawback of physical effort. There was no feeling of friction when he moved, or fatigue. He simpled desired an action and a result was produced the moment he "Meant" it. And then he fell to the ground flipping himself over to land on the ground with the lightest of steps. With a slow crouch to the ground in the deep create, Kizaki wondered if there was even more to his limit's in the fifth gate. Reaching down to the ground he carefully placed his palm over the bottom of the handle and lightly pushed the blade down...into the concrete without any feeling of friction at all, though he visually saw his arm muscles flexing tightly.

Then as his hand pressed flat over the ground He sharply willed his hand to pull up in an attempt to see if he could create a strong enough vacuum to pull the sword out the ground. and woe to his surprise, not only did His gladius blast right up and through the roof like a trebuchet firing a crossbow bolt, but he made a huge crater about 8 feet wide and 4 feet deep blast up into the air tearing a huge hole right into the roof. Kizaki looked up with the look of a child's innocence because his facial muscles hadn't been mentally willed to make a look of surprise. But he certainly was shocked at what he just did. With the slightest bending of his leg's he sprung after his sword, bouncing and ricocheting off other chunk's of rock using them as stepping stones in what appeared to be the slowed time space of shunshin speeds.

He grabbed his gladius in the middle of it's flight as he found it flying somewhere in the air at the speed of a Frisbee toss. But it really had been flying faster then an s rank raiton arrow could strike! Twirling the blade absently while he floated slowly rising suspended in the air, He ignored the fact that he had traveled about five stories airborne to grab his sword. Now he was falling back down amongst all the rubble which his deep visual alacrity was able to catch from his peripherals. He twirled his body upside down and dive bombed to the roof top of the dojo below, shoving himself past other falling debrie and incidentally falling faster then them by propelling himself with ease. As he reached the roof Kizaki made quick mental commands to alight the roof as lightly as possible.

He flipped upside right and tapped a toe to the roof shingles, breaking through the shingles to a foot deep before stopping. Kizaki would then Look up at the seemingly slowly falling bit's of rubble and begin slashing thrice to six times through each piece of rubble, tearing them into far less dangerous pieces of rocks. However as he did this his aura still hadn't fully changed and by this Kizaki knew he hadn't complete opened the gate. he was missing something...it was locking into the open position like he wanted it to. But at the same time he also realized that it might not be such a good thing to do that.

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Feeling the need for caution Kizaki would retreat back into the dojo and land on the ground. As he did he released his grip on the celestial fifth gate some and his body returned back to the lesser more fourth gate level. Lowering himself to this level seemed to somehow cause Kizaki to feel extremely spiteful of not feeling the godly effects of what he had just become a second ago. He instantly went to war with his mind at wanting to stay within safe limits and not continue to live under the weakness of nervous systems and pain. Having expended the energy he had just done, his body struggled to match up the chakra and blood flow to repair such extreme damage. It occurred to Kizaki that he had already blown it. He had already pushed himself too far too long.

So he forced himself against the primal nature of his neo pallium to digress his heightened power's. The very moment he did this he dropped into a pile on the ground drooling and moaning in intense pain. He felt as if he where simply going to die, and he felt soaked in sweat! His body was on fire literally, and he couldn't even roll around to stifle the pain. His brain throbbed horribly and he couldn't hear so well for some reason. His eye seemed to twitch and look around the room as if he where delirious and Kizaki was starting to wonder if this was the level of training he was not meant to surpass?

And then he closed his eyes and accepted the pain. He forced himself to take in deep breaths and beckoned the suffering into him. Because he knew then that he had tasted something only few taijutsu practitioners would ever experience in their lives. In his mind he resolved to one truth and it brought him the strength he needed: His past life was more horrible then anything he felt now. He would not disappoint his father the pirate king. He would not break his mother's legacy. He was an Akuma...not of any bloodline...just raw talent and good healthy gene's! There was nothing he couldn't overcome, this much he was sure of. So as he lay there he forced himself to move his torn and damaged muscles.

He slowly dragged his right hand up and pushed his body onto his back where he found himself looking at the sky through the gaping hole in the roof. He was breathing rather raspily but he had to get his breathing in check before he went into cardiac arrest. Kizaki squinted his eyes trying to blur his vision and then sucked in deep, holding it. The air was cool and reminded him of how much a human could feel through their barbaric nervous system. in a way that sensation was not so good in the way of being a god, but it was useful in feeling pleasant things at times...like now when this cool air soothed his stinging lungs and hoarse throat. He must have been hyperventilating so fiercely that the air intake had rubbed his throat raw. Now without the intense healing ability of the gates, Kizaki found that he was deteriorating without quick instant aid.

So Kizaki forced his hands to shakily raise up onto his stomach which cause a world of pain making Kizaki bite down his teeth so hard he thought his gum's might bleed. He recalled thinking somewhere in the past that training gates must not be good for the teeth for sure. And so once he got his hands together he slowly began to form the chakra focusing seal again, and from their he just drew back into meditations once more.He forced his body to circulate what chakra he had to the vital organs in a small basic controlling manner that helped a ninja hang on when close to deaths door step.

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Kizaki lay there on the ground resting and resting on for hours. As he meditated he managed to circulate some sort of healing to his body and regained some amount of sustenance in chakra. He crawled his way across the room to a small locker at the far corner where he found a bunch of food that he literally stuffed his face with. He also ate a few soldier pills on top of that and forced himself to crawl back to the center of the room once again. He sat next to the crater once again and simply rested some more until night fell. Falling asleep in the crater Kizaki slumbered a dream of pure mysticism. He dreamt that he was floating in darkness. The darkness was his mind, and he felt cold and empty here. The temperature rapidly dropped further and further and he felt himself slipping into deaths embrace.

But when he started to grow so cold he felt like giving up, he heard something pulsing in his chest. It was something like a ringing noise that made him feel warmer the closer he listened to it. His mind seemed to fight for death as a better solution but he fought against this and willed himself to listen more to the ringing sound in his ears. He couldn't quite place it, but it felt like a sound he had heard earlier when he was rising up to grab his sword earlier. As if that sound drowned the world out, but he had been too focused on grabbing his sword and so he didn't pay it much attention. but now here it was in this dream and he could do nothing but hope this ringing brought him further warmth.

And so Kizaki tuned himself into the noise and it began to grow slowly at first, and then louder and louder until he felt natural body heat again. The warmth rose within his self until it began to turn into high heat and Kizaki opened himself up to realize that the very darkness around him was taking on a golden glow all around him. He looked around in amazement as he wondered at the strangeness of his dream. And suddenly Kizaki felt a tremor shake the air around him. It tossed him around in the dream and cause the glowing golden shine to turn dark again and the ringing noise went low again. Sub zero temperatures had crept into his being once more and he felt like curling in to die immediately.

but he knew somewhere in his head that this wasn't him. It wasn't the truly strong warrior Kizaki had been his whole life. It was a ruse...a fabrication of the mind. His spirit was stronger, his body not so weak and feeble. He un curled himself suspended in the air of his darkened mind and thought he felt frozen to the bone he continued to listen to the ringing noise which slowly rose to a crescendo again. He kept his eye closed this time and yet could feel the warmth on his skin from the glowing ambiance around himself. He saw red behind his eye lid and knew that the air around was bright gold again. And when he felt like he was now burning in the skin he opened his eye slowly to find...He was awake in the same dojo as before...and his body, it was glowing with the raging golden aura of the fifth gate.

He willed his mind to sit him up again and realized that he had somehow opened the gates in his sleep! Not only did he open them in sleep, but he also had completely locked the fifth gate open in his dream! It was truly divine...so divine it made Kizaki punch a deep crater in the ground just to see if this was truly real! And it was. the punch literally spiderweb the entire floor of the dojo causing Kizaki to drop a foot as the ground sunk inwards some. He had done it! He finally managed to completely open the gate to it's full potential. But could he control it now was the question?

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What was all this? a sign to Kizaki that he had overcome what he deemed the impossible? Perhaps it was a sign that he was just so passionate about his abilities that he trained them even in his sleep. Either Way Kizaki clearly saw his skin was red in the midnight twilight. His flaming golden aura wafted around his body and he felt like a god again. Looking upwards to the starry night over grass Kizaki leapt upwards into the air flipping 10 times as he exited the roof hole and landed delicately onto the shingles without breaking them this time. He somehow had mastered his control over the strength and power of this form by locking the gate open it seemed. He found his ability to mentally control himself was far developed an dit was much easier this time. Perhaps due to having tried this for the third time now.

The way Kizaki figured if he was strong enough to perform this in his sleep then why couldn't he perform it perfectly awake now. He stared up into the night sky finding that he felt one with some sort of destiny here. He was beginning to see something strange about this village. Something about it made him feel like this was truly the place his father thought best for one like him. His potential held no bounds here and anything he set himself on was attainable. And as Kizaki looked out with his lantern white eyes over the rest of the village, he realized that his true calling was to be a hidden grass ninja. His ninja way was to fight for these people and bring this small land into greatness however he could.

With his iron fist and celestial power's he would break any enemy who dared confront this land. With no bloodline, and no clan heritage he would break any who tried to take this magical place form him. Finally...peace...peace with himself, and peace he would ensure to this home. How long had it been since he could find a place to truly call his home. Here he belonged and here, he would surpass his limit's into greatness. Kizaki crouched low and sprung up[ into the air as high as he could go, flying over some twenty stories into the open night sky of the village. He flew over the building's and saw the many people of the small village walking the street's below. Like a shining golden star he zipped across the village to another building where he simply bounced from it on the tip of his toes.

He flew through the air spinning in a tight corkscrew until he flipped forward and then dropped down as some people mistook him for a shooting star in the sky. Dropping down to the ground, Kizaki began to zip through the street's feeling the essence of the village pass over him. He was free in the fifth gate, and felt unlimited power consume him. But he also began to wonder if this meant he would have to stop here. Perhaps it was called the limit gate because in releasing all inhibitions completely, one could find that they where at the cross road of no return if they passed over this gate. the sixth gate was rumored to be the beginning of the end. In fact Kizaki knew of none that where famous for passing the sixth gate and living after.

Indeed...Kizaki knew now that to remain a protector of the hidden grass he could no longer afford to seek ignorant power. He was at his limit, and he realized that this may have been what his dream was about. as he circled through the city Kizaki finally stopped in front the new kage tower and realized that that was the pinnacle of the village. The one who made the decisions and choices that make a great village. And so he must above all else protect the head of the body in order to secure the village at any cost. The strength and clarity he saw through within the fifth gate was amazing. And therefore Kizaki was now onto why he must be here. Why his father would no longer let his son roam the hig seas with him as a pirate.

[The Roar of the Falls]

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Metsu Hadouken (Destruction Surge Fist)
Rank: "S"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Using the energy of within killing intent, the user charges a Hadouken (Surge Fist) with the intention to kill.
Special: ---
Drawback: User is immobilized when performing thus open for counter attacks. No Speed techniques work with this technique. This technique will always take up 4 movements.
Description: The projectile is considerably darker in color. The user collects a mass of energy as they yell "Metsu!". The user then fires it at the opponent whilst yelling " Hadouken!", inflicting a great deal of damage in the process. The technique's strength is 2 ranks higher than the ability of Messatsu Gou Hado (Murderous Strong Surge). The energy of the attack is capable of withering the skin, muscle, and tissue of any being to a quivering mess. This is a killing technique.
Limit: Must learn from a Master of Goutetsu 轟鉄 (Strong Iron), Must know Messatsu Gou Hado (Murderous Strong Surge), Must have 500 TP within the Hadouken (Surge Fist) tree.

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Awakening the next morning Kizaki decided it was time to get back into his training yet still. He made his way over to the dojo intent on practicing some new techniques in order to ascend to a higher platform of power. He was a true master of goutetsu save for mastering but a few techniques. One he refrained from learning because it would come at the cost of his life most likely and he could not afford to die in a lesser battle if he could win the war later. No he was already far too strong for all of that. And on the verge of perfection, these thing's he began to feel the longer he grew within the hidden grass. Something about this place motivated him to be all he could and more. And so now he decided it was time to learn the final technique that would secure him as the greatest practitioner of goutetsu in the entire world.

He entered his old ruined dojo and could only smile upon realizing all of this damage was done in training alone. His enemies would be woe to feel the truth wrath of his abilities. Kizaki first settled into a spot on the concrete floor where he began to meditate for what he was about to learn. it was the epitome of hatred being controlled. The endgame of killing your enemy with raw desire. A technique forbidden to learn and practice by any but the most skilled and attainable by only the most stout. As Kizaki sat in deep reflection he realized that there was a sad truth in learning this final technique of hatred. It meant that somewhere deep inside him he would always have the power to turn into a demon. He was like a angel with clipped wing's doomed to forever deal with repentance. Just the other day he had mastered the fifth gate of limit, and became a god.

And now he would learn the ability to kill even a god. The Metsu-Hadouken...Unlike the other technique of which Kizaki refrained from practicing Kizaki would learn how to turn his hate into the most condensed essence of raw yang energy. By doing this he would be able to deliver a devastating attack said to wither away all thing's in existence that it touched. Energy strong enough to pierce any material of this world. Energy that could kill any he deemed judgeable. In a way it would make him a angel of death; a Reaper. And so After he finished meditating on this very grave and serious concepts, kizaki opened his eyes and rose to his feet slowly with a strangely dark look in his eye. Turning away from the door's of the dojo which where closed, Kizaki would eye the wall away from him with an eerily dark mood about him.

He spread his feet slowly and hunched down to stare at the wall while taking in a deep breath before raising his hands and crossing them above his head. Then bringing them down before his face, Kizaki would let the deep breath out, and end it with his hands held low at the groin where they remained cupped. The air grew quite as he drew into himself closing his eye's in order to reflect on his former life. He drew himself far away to a place long ago when he was just a young boy. He remembered his mother...his mother the queen of harlots they called her. They didn't live as long to see Kizaki become the beast he was today. They where petty and had not even an ounce of talent to their words like he did within his genetic code. He was aggresive by nature...always had been.

He never had the taste of a bloodline. He never witnessed the strife and struggle of a clan. Never knew bretheren or sister-kin. He was just a dirty mut bred to smut. These vivid thoughts took a grip on Kizaki's heart, and therefore locked his mind into a state of focus. He was frozen in the quite room with his hand's poised in the cupped fashion for charging Hadouken's. His brow had slowly began to furrow as he thought about these thing's within his past. It hurt already, and bred frustration that he needed. He needed every ounce of pain and anger to turn the nature of his ki dark. Complete Yang energy by principle is what he needed. And so he forced his mother's face to swim in the darkness of his mind. He felt his pulse quicken somewhat as adrenaline surged from passion he felt. He missed her...truly missed her and wanted her back.

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Kizaki continued to rummage his mind for truth in the past. It burned at his heart to know he had t back track through progress made only recently in order to master was already developed upon. However what he had worked on into the day's of old already had begun something he had to finish or he wouldn't be able to later. And so he revolved his mother's face around in his mind watching her get hit by men unfit to walk the earth. He recalled how they where unfit to walk this earth, and how he saw to true judgment later on. He had chosen to walk in his mother's foot steps in order to save his only family that he knew. Kizaki would feel his brow furrow tightly now into a straight frown. Oh how he rememebered the sweet emotion of hatred. How it empowered him through all of these years of solitude. After they took his mother it had set Kizaki off!

He began to turn volatile inside at just the young age of 13. He turned on his friends and resorted to only the things that he knew from his upbringing. He thought it was the natural way to live, as he recalled walking down cold night streets upon the figures of those who called themselves "Heads of crime". So many war lords, and pimp's, and under world king pins he had rooted out from the shadows and targeted like a true assassin. Walking upon them all by his lonely as a kid without guidance he would shank the leader's of full fledged syndicates, leaving them gaging on the blood from their own throat's in the middle of the street.

And then it became his life casually. Like a job he grew over the uneasiness of killing people in cold and warm blood. Overtime Kizaki became immune to the scare, and thus he became a full fledged assassin. He had killed his own friends for the slightest transgression. What he began to think of as even the slightest threat became all he ever judged anyone by. And as the year's grew on he began to kill and control the mind's of others just the same as those crime lords he saught revenge against before did. He became the very evil that he hated so much because the darkness was his only embrace. A false love that he clung to...sort of like how his mother had chosen to follow a life of harlotry to put food on the table.

And so as he recalled the vivid past, Kizaki felt as if he where their once again. He saw his memories play before his mind as if he where reliving them in the flesh. His emotion's swelling to intense rage, that he made a effort to stifle and control. The dark technique; Metsu Hadouken, it required the use and manipulation of such deep anger's. Kizaki felt his face turn flush and his breathing began to grow deep into a pattern of seething. His nostril's flared though his eye lids remained shut as he in took air with each breath. The ground around his feet had slowly began to tremble from chakra vibrations akin to the gates.

The air between his palms began to turn into a transparent distortion of the very air as if a slight warping of space was occurring. A miasma of pure emotion was beginning to brew darkly, though Kizaki was not yet aware of it having been tossed into the grip of his childhood. It was who he was at the core; the sad truth f what mad him such a powerful figure. His jaw muscles flexed as his mind transitioned into the knowing of how his success had taken him to a career at the age of 13, where he became a powerful assassin in the streets. Many sought his aide and commission to dispatch power heads just like his mother had been bought out to do. In fact, he had even become something like a managerial pimp to his mother when he learned how to channel aggression into intimidation and therefore a tool against other's in the streets.

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Oh how cold those streets where to take in a lost child and turn him into the demon just to survive. Man at his most real and most worst, Kizaki had overcome hardship and made a future for himself out of the wildest tragedy. He was sought by a powerful organization of assassins...some of the strongest killer's in the world. And when they found the young spiteful child, he joined them. He knew the greedy failure of their pursuits and was smart. He had passion and a guidance through the darkness within his heart that was known as vengeance. He wielded his wit's and hatred like sword and shield to boldly walk through the valley of the shadow of death. And as he walked it he slayed his enemies strategically from the shadows one after another.

He gave no quarter to the enemy even in their own household, such was the cold fury of his rage. And he was young and youthful as well...uneducated to the long term pattern's of life like the more experienced. His wisdom had been dim though somewhat broader then most kids his age. He just had the guts and drive...the stupidity to gamble his life for the emotion of his heart which he had never come to understand anyway. As Kizaki saw himself sitting in some business suit as a adolescent eating and staring blankly at a plate of food he didn't even like, though he knew it was expensive and bought with the lives of men he killed for a career. He would feel a well of gravity begin to form in his hands. The air distorted in his palms was now something tangible, and shimmered translucent as a hadouken's beginning.

The Metsu Hadouken was forming and he was studying with the same intensity that he had infiltrated and studied his enemy long ago. The murderer's of his mother, he had to reach the top of the pyramid in order to secure his revenge. He thought of how he rose through the ranks by systematically taken on job's for the order of the "Black sun" order. He killed the targets of those who where his superiors before they could prepare for the hit themselves. And when he began to reach the wisest echelons of rank, he found it a wiser solution to target the superiors themselves by twisting the drama and secrecy of the order. Kizaki forced himself to become wiser and used his intellect to pierce into the order's most highest ranks.

Earning honor and prestige as a killer, Kizaki found himself sitting at the table of the big "boss" one day. He looked upon his true enemy over dinner one night and remembered the cold flames of anger that he felt. As he felt them rekindle the flames of darkness in his heart he felt a coldness that somehow numbed his nerves. Kizaki would begin to flex his finger's, causing the distorted transparent air to begin condensing into a slightly maroon colored orb of about the size of a base ball. Kizaki still had his eye's closed as he pulled hate right out from his mind and turned it into sustenance for the Metsu Hadouken. Sweat rolled down in forehead as his focus brought his mind to the brink of fury. His arm's began to twitch as he could hardly contain his emotion's. He felt like killing...he felt like running out the door and killing everyone in the village because his heart was open to the truth of his life.

Never would Kizaki be able to erase how he felt again. He was tattoed with the names of every valued enemy who brought him strength. Testaments on his body from a dark period in his maturity. Kizaki recalled attending the wedding of his bosses daughter. He remembered standing alone while all his fraternal friends gathered and spoke of what a glorious day it was...for someone who demanded so much respect that most of the men attending couldn't even speak comfortably with their own boss. Kizaki had a mental thought about he could! His mind yelled out with memories of how he made damn sure the boss spoke to him! He recalled staring right into the bosses eye many a time forcing him to suffer the leer of one who was after his soul. He knew his boss could feel the pressure, and that's why Kizaki rose through the ranks. Because his will was powered by pain!

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Kizaki molded the chakra in his palms as he smoldered with intense inner rage. The transparent forming of chakra began to swirl in with a reddish tint as the energy became malignant. It feasted inwards on itself like a dark portal of power. A slight torrent of wind's began to ruffle Kizaki's clothing now, making him seem to be caught within the grasp of some brewing storm. His brow furrowed more to a creased frown and his jaw muscles flexed as he maintained deep focus. He still needed more energy. Much more dark power still in order to create a Metsu hadouken. It had to be 100 percent pure Yang in order to wither an enemy into nothingness. So he continued to draw on the strains of his life. He recalled the viscious pleasure it brought him to ruin his old bosses wedding day. Having killed the guy and severed his head at such a young age brought Kizaki into a moment of evil ecstacy. The lewd act of treating the bosses daughter so rudely in front of the wedding ceremony made Kizaki grin.

He remembered how he ascended into the true darkness of mankind then. Killing his emotions completely in order to enter the demonic flames of a world bent on suffering and pain. None in the order had anger and hatred like he had and so it made him a far better leader in the assassin's order. Kizaki cringed his finger's inwards as he began to think of all the many hit's he ordered his men to carry out for money. So many people he had killed and taken their lives for a cheap coin. He amassed wealth and riches and power, but he valued his strength the most over everything. He had become a lord of death, reaping as he pleased and sending his men to do his bidding with little regard for even his own loyalist. He was a demon then killing whomever he saw fit to.

As he drew inwards on these thing's Kizaki would begin to condense the red swirling milky way in his palms to a more orb like core with radiant shimmering distorted air around it. The shimmering air looked like heat waves of translucent mirage. There was something here now, that could be used for an attack, but would be a far cry from the powerful design he striven for. Kizaki continued to dig deeper into himself. He brought his mind to witness a memory of one time when his order was pit against a rival faction. He brought his entire order into the streets of a town where he stood before all his men numbering somewhere in a range of 50 men behind his back. The enemy faction demanded homage and taxes as well as territorial rights. And Kizaki wouldn't have any of it. The rivaling faction numbered at 300 men, though each man of their's was only worth half a third of one of kizaki's.

However it never mattered, cause when the three hundred showed up Kizaki killed them all by himself. Then he let his 50 men all take turns beating the lone leader up, one punch at a time until the man was beaten to a pulp. Then for a display of power and pure amusement, Kizaki used the leader's corpse as a punching bag for a week. He had sacked the guy's body in a bag that by the end of the week was dark black from all the soaking blood. When he finally tore the bag open only a blob of pulpy decayed mess was left. His men walked in on his training and found the mess and where terrified, realizing that Kizaki was more a monster then they imagined. But Kizaki simply laughed and pissed on the mess before telling his men to clean it up and feed it to the poor kid's around the town as beef soup.

An illness spread through the impoverished needless to say, but the food was consumed and rumor spread of Kizaki's exploits. Kizaki would go on to make examples like this his normal gig. It kept the riif from his raff and that was good for business in the end. Eventually he began to punish his own member's by gruesome such examples too. when they broke law, he would do thing's like force them to castrate themselves and gouge their own eye's out and eat the pulp. It was about dominance back then...and the horror's he endured made him colder then the tallest iceberg in yuki no kuni. These thought's began to draw in a larger swirling of dark energy from the air around his orb of concentrated yang energy. The chakra sucked into the burning red core and built it up slowly more and more. It grew to the size of a baseball now, as the air around it began to ripple like intense furnace heat waves.

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Kizaki's clothing rippled around him now caught in the swift torrenting air gales. His hands began to slightly vibrate now as well, shaking with tremors of the intense power. Soon he would summit the beginning of the intense anger he would need to enact this technique. He continued to draw inwards of himself, letting his mind roam more memories of when he where lord of the assasins. He remembered when he grew so dark that he used to send kids to handle his hit's for a pretty penny. He had began to gather the scum of the earth amongst him and wield them over his own men, causing a massive outbreak of criminal activity in towns that couldn't be traced back to him. He became a devilish rumor of some underworld tyrant selling dreams to timid souls.

And anyone who disappointed him with failure he killed darkly. One memory was of a young beggar lad of only 8 yr's old. The kid approached Kizaki with timidness within his heart and was afraid to say he had not done what he was paid to do. All the kid had to do was go to this person's house where he would find a box had been hidden in some bushes around the side of the house. There the kid was just suppsed to take a single match and strike pad, and light a wick that stemmed from the box and he was free to go about with over 50,000 ryo to live off of. However the kid was too scared to do even this and so he took the money and tried to flee. He hadn't counted that though the task was easy; a deal was a deal and his men where on watch the whole time.

So the kid was brought before Kizaki in the head quarter's where Kizaki simply asked the boy why he failed to carry out his task. The boy explained with crying and so to dry his tear's, Kizaki dumped gasoline all over the young 8yr old and then took a single match, struck it, and lit the kid on fire! Kizaki spread his arm's more now as he remembered this, taking in the dark energy that sprung from this cold heartless memory. The maroon swirling would quicken and suck into the red sphere which was now the size of a coconut. Upon imploding, the orb would now take on what appeared to be a dark maroon colored tint. The maroon color of the orb looked vicious but was still not complete. Powerful yes, but not yet complete still in full glory. Dust particles from the air around had began to swirl around Kizaki's feet, picking up pebbles from th ground in a slowly spinning dust devil around his leg's.

He pictured the kid burning and screaming like nothing you've ever heard. The kid's ragged hair shriveling up on his head while a teddy bear he held in his hands simply burned up into ashes, while his skin boiled. Kizaki just sat their laughing while watching the display ravenously. He had two eye's back then, and they where wide dinner plates of lunacy! He grabbed his gas can can tossed gas on the boy as he burned just to watch the flames jump and dance. His en having long gotten accustomed to Kizaki's behavior's would have already turned away from the heavily dark acts. Not even his own subordinates could stomach some of the dark thing's Kizaki did. The boy shivered in pain and horror on the ground, while he finally succumbed to death.

The flames had burned his skin black and melted his eye's out. The little mummified boy had suffered a fate worse then many grown men. but Kizaki was cruel and was constantly thinking of revolutionary way's to strike fear to those around him. He wanted to be seen as vicious and cruel beyond measure. He wanted to put his internal hatred into a work of art by demonstrating these bizarre unorthodox methods of aggression. And just like the power he drew from the dark act's then, it would also manifest in between his hands now. The orb he held began to darken to a deep blood red color now. A pulse running from within it made it look like manifested energy of sorts. The energy that gathered inwards from the air around now began to sparkle and glitter like a luminescent fog of purple sparkles now.

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Kizaki let the malignant energy flow into the core of his hands now. The vibrations through his palms made his eye's open slowly, to look upon that which his anger and rage had created thus far. The deep hatred of many years long ago surged through his palms making Kizaki feel energized all the way up his arm's. The misty purple neon particles in the air around him made Kizaki wonder about what could be the cause of those. It seemed like the radiant energy had some sort of further purpose to ensue. He set his mind back into his meditations thereafter and then he would focus on feeling the raw energy now. The energy he made to collect inwards of itself solidifying until it was a deep maroon colored core that he held with a light pink aura shimmering around it.

Kizaki felt the stiffness in his thighs become numb now, and the body became heavy enough to root him to the floor. In fact the ground cracked around his feet spider webbing from the intensified gravity around him. The density of the core he held was the cause of this. It was turning into something like that of a gravity well indeed, sucking in the air and natural essence around himself. In fact that was what turned the purple fluorescence visible in the air around him. It was his very yang energy permeating the natural chakra particles, making them group together into tiny yet dense photon like strobes. His malignant energy was actually changing nature right around his physical being, turning the air dark with evil energy manifested.

The levels of hatred that it would take to cause something like this where phenomenal. only a true master of the Ansatsuken could invoke such power really. Kizaki truly was a master of the Iron fist style, to have reached clime's of this magnitude. Drawing back inwards of himself Kizaki would roam more of his dark memories for even more sustenance in evil. He imagined the time once when he was recruiting a new roster of men, as his number's for the order had grown into the limit's of 500 men strong. He was beginning to amass Enough people in order to set up a syndicate it seemed and so he was recruiting men to lead other factions. Their in his memory he sat upon a throne before 10 men, all looking like truly capable warriors and killers of a sort. Kizaki wave his hand lethargically for one to step forward.

When one had done so, he boldly began to shout his claims of allegiance and his worth over the other nine men in the room. Kizaki yawned and simply waved the next man forward and told him to kill the first, which was done immediately. Then Kizaki asked what this second had to bring to the order, and he spoke of great claims and worth as well though in a lesser loud manner. Kizaki then told him to step back, and when he did he inspected the third and fourth man in turn. Upon speaking to them he sought the fifth and simply told him to kill all the proceeding men before him. This was done, but then sixth man was keen and jumped the gun at the fifth not wanting to get attacked next, and hoping to show he was not a complete pawn. But then he and the fifth where killed by the seventh man.

The seventh and eighth man where then divided against the ninth and tenth and told to fight in two teams against each other for supremacy. They did and in the end two where left, that one was killed by the partner when they shook hands. Kizaki watched this out of sheer boredom and then summoning the last man forth to his throne, he watched him bow in allegiance before him. And then with a sudden fury, Kizaki arose from his throne and grabbed the man's skull with his bare hand and viciously began to thrash his head against the throne itself. Not only did he kill the tenth man within a few slams of the skull against stone, but Kizaki continued until blood splattered everywhere and brain matter began to mash all over the place. At the end of a full minute of repeated bashing, Kizaki would then raise the battered corpse by the crushed skull and then toss the body straight through a wall visciously. It sent the corpse flying right out the top of a 40 story building and into the city street's below.

It was a ploy of the most evil nature...to find out who his top 10 competitive enemies might have been...and then he destroyed them. These thought's caused the flourescent purple neon sparkles to shine brighter and move around like fire flies now. They slowly began to coagulate with one another forming a rippling sheen of sparkles as they clung and clung together more and more causing an eerie mystical fog of purple light's to appear all around Kizaki.

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Kizaki would feel the gale forces picking up around him now. He was nearing the full completion of this jutsu now. This whole time he was learning just how to actually summon the level of intense hatred properly. The careful conversion of the yang energies within him was in order to properly gauge and control enough balance to keep from being consumed by his own technique. The core that suspended before him was going to be capable of tearing matter into nothing! A rare technique that went against the very law's of nature, and was capable of tearing apart matter to the level of photon's and thus erasing the supernatural force that even bound that into reality. This meant he would be able to literally destroy the energy of fourth dimensional essence that even created matter. Ignorance would be to call himself a god, but he truly was upon the summit of power unlike that which many could posses. The road was long, and Kizaki was willing to go on to perfection.

He would become a vessel of pure yin and yang in order to surpass the physical realistic limits into something new. The purple florescent light's around him had gathered and coagulated now into coin sized marbles of purple neon and zipped around him like comet's. The air, swirling with tornado like wind's as the transparent sheen of chakra blurred and distorted the veiw of his body. It would appear as if Kizaki was now caught within intense burning heat waves, like the shimmering air above lava found in volcanoes. The tendrils of his headband flapped in the chaos, and purple jolt's of energy coursed his arms here and there every few seconds. The very ground under his feet had sunk to small crater's now, not unlike what happened during gates.

Thing's where beginning to become violent in the room, and Kizaki felt it was reaching delicate extremes of control. The time was coming to a climax and soon he would be done. He had realized that he passed the point of no return; there could be no faltering with this mass of yang ki now. If he lost focus and control of this technique now it would be a disaster. It could even be the very end of himself as well. Kizaki widened his hands more to make room and balance for the core he held in his palms. He would then focus on the orb's that zipped around himself now, and will it to condense into the gravity well within his hands. The essence of dark evil energy; the run off of an evil spirit brought to materialization would slowly begin to slow their chaotic path orbiting his body. One by one and slowly they would begin to draw down towards the core of his hand's, and sink into the maroon orb, fusing with the raw malignant chakra.

The memories of his past continued on while he controlled the purple ether's around him. He remembered when he had gave up his assassin's guild. He had grown tired and bored of that life, seeing the same evils everyday had become monotonous. He had killed his emotions and humanity in order to become a devil. and he realized he no longer needed his order to strive in the world. He had began to look for other thing's and it was how he had met his father. That bastard of a man who had slept with his whore mother to create the hell spawn that Kizaki was. When they had talked, Kizaki tried to lash out and kill his father, because years of killing his heart had momentarily been reversed when he connected with a piece of his pain. His father was a cruel man who had left all those years only to come back now in order to take what Kizaki had made.

He remembered the fight that took place, where his men tried to get involved and he turned on some of them, killing them in anger that they would get involved on something that they had nothing to do with. He was an out of control vagrant then, and when his father, a disciplined vagrant saw this he decided to take his son with him. He wagered in that fight and won, taking Kizaki captive and thus into the life of enslaved piracy. Overtime the two would have competitive run's when on the high sea's pillaging ships and rummaging towns. They both enjoyed reveling in their darkness together. And over time Kizaki was trained to harness his evil nature with more maturity. He became in control of his darkness and thus became something stronger then. Just like now...harnessing that same darkness to become more powerful.

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Kizaki's father...Hizaki the pirate king. A fierce some black jack of the seas who ruled with an iron fists. He did as he pleased, and taught Kizaki to do it LIKE him. They both would roam where ever taking what they fancied and enjoying the spoils of their effort's. And overtime Kizaki's barbaric natured refined itself. He learned wisdom and knowledge of self and the world. He began to learn and see how corrupt people where by nature, and it was people that destroyed the land. The strong where always going to survive Kizaki learned and so he grew stronger in that regard. He learned how to survive at the top of the top of the food chain. One adventure took them to a castle island, where Kizaki would end up needing to make a decision to take his father from being held captive, or take his crew and title as king of the high sea.

Of course Kizaki took his father, and not only that He killed off the entire old crew with his father in order to impress their own captor's. In fact their own captors ended up handing over the treasure and then became the new crew after abandoning the king of the island castle. Kizaki killed that man and ended up keeping the home as a base for the crew. And yet it was at this time that Kizaki's father knew Kizaki was becoming to strong in darkness and yet had something...else in his heart. It was masked behind the shadows but his father had known his son was not and could never be as dark as he was. Slowly he tried to impress his son to find a decent life somewhere in the free world, but Kizaki was having too much fun as a pirate now. H had things messed up, again still and thought that this life of darkness was true happiness.

So he had to do the necessary to his son for the second time in life. He had brought him to dock after sailing the entire world over, and told him to leave with a map to a place he felt his son would find the happiness he sought. Kizaki was hurt and tried to shrug this off with laughter at the time, but his father was serious. He pulled a sword on his son and told him to get lost...and in that moment Kizaki felt pain again. All the years he had been searching for love and family and a home. He thought he had found it as a pirate, from an assassin. But it was not real again, and so he took his things and was alone once more. Even in the present day he was alone, as his father he had not heard from since coming to this hidden grass village. Kizaki felt something burning in his soul at this thought. It was not the dark enjoyment of hatred like earlier. This hurt more and burned more dark passion into him.

This bred silent control to his senses, and gave him clarity of mind. He felt more focused because of how deep his heart stung at the thought of being played for a fool again. Kizaki was so focused on his memories that he hadn't noticed how furious his face had become. His eye's where shut tight as a streak of liquid slipped down from his right eye. The liquid tear dripped delicately from his cheek and suspended in the air, floating softly into the gravity well of his core of hatred. As it evaporated into the well a tremor fluctuated from within the core. This caused the maroon colored orb to draw in the purple particles at an accelerated rate now! Something in that tear had been the catalyst for what was needed in making a full Metsu Hadouken. The power was surging into unfathomable ranges of strength. The feet began to cause more spidering and sinking into the crater's as the density of the hadouken became extremely high. particles of dust floated up into the air around Kizaki now, and his body began to pulse with a sort of shadow around his figure. It was as if a trailing after image of his soul was about him, a wraith of the spirit form trying to escape.

Kizaki clenched his jaw from the intense rush of energy that coursed through his chakra system. all he felt now was the very lines of circulation running through him and around his organs. He felt his energy pulsing with dark energy. His breath began to become infused with the dark energy seething in his lungs now, so that as he breathed, it was like a dragon. dark black fog spouted from each breath seemingly, as his body was alive with completely evil essence. His mind he could hear nothing but his entire life began to flash before his eyes in a blaze of painful images. blood, guts, screaming, women crying, babies dead, men in agony, evil grins, fake friends, harlot women, greedy dealings, betrayal, revenge, senseless murder, heavy drinking, drug inducing, partying, fighting, anger...anger...anger...RAGE...HATRED...EVIL...DARKNESS!

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