Wonderland; [Open]

[Raglao]

His grin lessened as Takeda took to the ground which had been covered in snow, sitting within its essence as the sound of its crunching nature when amassed slightly annoyed Kiijin, however, it hadn't been anything he couldn't shrug off. From there Kiijin unfolded his arms and started to withdraw the frozen senbon that covered his body, one by one, and dropped them onto the blistering cold ground below. A jounin eh, this guy had attained one of the highest military ranks at the age of nineteen, whereas Kiijin remained at genin at 24, albeit having been held back for specific reasons.

As he went on to express his back story on how he lost his parents by the hands of some nuke-ninja spawned by the likes of konohagakure, he'd have been lying if he said he knew how he felt. Kiijin had his hardships, but nothing like having his parents killed, probably because he had never known them to begin with. Judging from his words he fought for justice and justice alone, but had it been for Kirigakure's justice, or justice within the world, or to himself? No matter what it had been Kiijin had been in no right to question such a thing, but, he did have a right to speak once Takeda gave him the floor and inquired about his own story.

"Simple really. Little fish boy growing up in the slums of Kirigakure, physically strong than most, feared by everyone, shunned by everyone. Lets just say at one point in time I had to kill me a meat-sack tasted blood for the first time, and boy was it addicting. Since then -aside from getting stronger- I had this unfulfilled desire to taste the blood of at least a single ninja from each village while enforcing the power of Hoshigake upon the world. So I joined up with Kiri's military, and here I am."

[—calamity]

"I see," to be honest, Kou wasn't overtly surprised to learn the Hoshigake had a taste for human flesh. It was a little grotesque, sure, but it wasn't exactly bewildering to think a shark-man might favor a bit of cannibalism. While is forthrightness was slightly unsettling, the Jounin wouldn't do anything to suggest he harbored such a feeling.

"I hope you didn't want to eat me, Shark-san," it was a subtle attempt at humor, though Kou wouldn't be obnoxious enough to laugh at his own joke. Instead, he would rise to his feet, offering his right arm to Kiijin.

As Kou had long since withdrawn his chakra from the surroundings, the natural climate had seized control of the area; much of the ice and snow had begun to slowly melt away, though it would be several hours yet before it had fully vanished.

[Raglao]

Kiijin softly chuckled at Takeda's soft humor, saying he hadn't hoped Kiijin had a desire to eat him. Although he wouldn't have overtly admitted it, he actually did, but he hadn't been a full instinctive shark, he knew who had were friends and who were foes, and Takeda had without a doubt been an ally. He noticed that the mans icy creations began to melt at a rapid pace, but that hadn't stopped Kiijin from pulling them out of his scaley flesh. His sword, Ardemus, continued to beam with its eternal oceanic glow, even as he took Takeda's hand to pull him to his feet.

"This was quite the meeting, perhaps we'll see one another later on in the near future. Maybe take on a mission or two who knows. Til' then, I'm hauling ass to an ocean where I can rest."

He'd have given Takeda enough time to give his riposte before turning around and walking off into the mist; he faded into its essence just as quickly as he came, registering Takeda as a man he wishes to surpass one day.

[EXIT]

[—calamity]

The Jounin felt there was little need for words at this point, instead opting to nod his head and offer a short wave to Shark-san as he began to head off towards the horizon.

It wasn't until the Hoshigake's silhouette had faded into the distance that the Yukina began to march towards the opposite horizon, where the Village Hidden in the Mist awaited. As he walked, Kou reminisced over the chance encounter he had with the man who wielded a water-breathing sword named Ardemus. Though he was a strange fellow, with a rather perturbing appetite, he bore the mark of Kirigakure—he was an ally; Kou could trust that man.

Soon, neither Shark nor Man stood amidst the wonderland of ice and snow. The thick fog would swallow it, leaving no trace of the men who had called it a battlefield.

Exit

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