god's REBIRTH

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The flavored smoke of a hookah rose into the air, pooling and forming vast clouds to cover the rafters of the old cabin. Windows sat on the each of the four walls surrounding the center of the building, glazed over by the fumes produced from the old man’s way of life. Surrounding the hookah itself was a cracked floor, the concrete and mud slowly turning into sand similar to that which covered Kaze no Kuni. Every few minutes the walls creaked as a fresh blast of wind came across the surrounding desert, threatening to topple the small house over; however, despite the lack of stability the shelter provided the old man, Rakuyou couldn’t help but call this little shack home. Sadly, it would not remain as such for much longer.

Even as he moved the pipe to his lips, the elderly shinobi could feel his bones creaking. The damage he had taken in his life, especially during the last world war, had left him little more than wounded. It had broken him. If it wasn’t for his once legendary skills of manipulating chakra, it was more than likely that he would have lost the ability to move at all. Such thoughts as these were at the back of Rakuyou’s mind, however. Instead, thoughts of the future plagued him day and night. When he dreamt it was of his death, and when he looked outside all he seen was desolation. An impending sense of doom lingered around him constantly, signaling that the end was near.

Another breath of smoke. Another taste of the hookah.

Yes, the end was definitely here. His daily meditations out on the sun struck dunes had enlightened him to this point months prior, and, now that Rakuyou had waited, he had found that his time was exponentially decreasing. With a deep, rumbling sigh from between his grey-bearded lips, the cripple forced himself to stand. He was short, his height topping out at just a little over five feet, and his thin frame was wrapped strongly in bulky cloaks and an assortment of other things. Rakuyou wasn’t dressed for daily life in the sands—he was dressed for travel.

GOD’S REBIRTH
A quest for the holy, sacred flames.

Days had passed since his departure from the mountains that served as the border for Kaze and Tsuchi no Kuni. Endless sandstorms had pelted Rakuyou over and over again with billions of grains of sand. His cloak, goggles, and hood did little to keep the strength of the elements off his body—only the brunt was shielded against. What the God’s of Kaze no Kuni did not know were the disasters and cataclysms the old man had already overcome. The winds of Susano’o could not keep him down, not in a thousand years, no matter what terrain they decided to overthrow. The deity would not be the only one to learn this today.

For just a moment, the sandstorm weakened. It was during that show of weakness, and of clarity for Rakuyou, his dusty goggles were permitted to catch a glimpse of an oasis town less than a mile ahead. At first joy struck his old heart and he picked up his slow pace to move faster. This was when he first noticed something was wrong.

Rising high into the air were massive tendrils of smoke, forming clouds not unlike his hookah had done within his own cabin. They darkened the sky, even blotted it black, but before any more assessments could be made the sandstorm came back at full speed, removing sight from the equation.

The smoke could be seen from hundreds of miles away. Surely Rakuyou wasn’t the only one to see it.

[chiatsuki]

natsufubuki

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Book - 1
Chapter - 2 (God's Rebirth)

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The various chatter amongst others usually disturbed the chunin. The death of his brother had changed many things about him though and one of the things he’d gained from his brothers disappearance was patience. Steam wafted up deviously from the coffee mug resembling smoke clouds from burned down houses. It all reminded him too much of his home and the state he had left it in. His fingers rubbed the edges of the cup circling it on the bar daring not to grip the handle and take a sip.

Ocean water optics would soon fold underneath his eyelids as he inhaled the fumes of the coffee bean. Fou had always loved coffee and the smell reminded him of the memories they had had together. With a sigh his eyes would open once more. . his hands wrapping around the cup taking in the first sip. (‘ew!’) he’d think to himself gulping down the black coffee; it had obviously smelled better than it tasted. “You alright kid? You need something to eat?” a man behind the bar, 45 years of age, would say.

Hyoka didn’t respond at first. Instead he simply leered past the fellow as if hadn’t even heard him. He simply shook his head left to right standing up from the barstool. He would pull out 200 ryo and place it on the bar before pivoting to leave. “No but thanks for the offer boss. .” he’d say before pushing his hand to break through the swinging door. The sunlight would hit him almost immediately causing him to bend his eyelids further down. As his eyelids opened further his expression would change.

Smoke filled the air. . covering over the sun in almost seconds after having left the dimmed restaurant. (‘… what the?’) he’d think to himself moving a bit further towards the hill a short man had been walking on. Without much thought placed into his action the funikumi would have disappeared into the depths of the country towards the small oasis covered in smoke. Little did he know that his destiny was soon unfolding.

[Q]

Rakuyou moved as quickly as his old, chakra-filled body would allow him to. The vicious winds of the sandstorm, cutting and biting, were ignored for now. The pitfalls of sand forming, a hazard that had trapped hundreds of thousands of travelers in Kaze no Kuni’s existence, were simply hopped over, as if the veteran could since their presence. Even though the heat was bearing down on the land, penetrating the dark clouds that now rampaged across the earth, no thoughts of exasperation entered into his mind. Instincts from when he was a younger man, a better man, filled his mind and his body moved on impulse. In truth, he allowed it too.

He wasn’t sure how many decades had passed since he had last felt the pleasure of adrenaline pumping through his veins. Rakuyou had forgotten just how good it was to feel young again. If he was in any other situation he would have smiled. Nevertheless, for now, he would put his mind towards one goal and one goal only—helping the village before him!

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“Bitch, get on the ground!” A man yelled, the back of his hand smacking a fair-haired youth down. She squealed out of pain and, stepping over her, the attacker allowed a smile to split across his bald face. Slowly did he lower a katana down to the woman’s face, putting the tip of it onto her cheek to lightly scratching it. The sight of blood aroused him. “Man I am going to enjoy this.”

“Doki, shut the fuck up!! You’re distracting me!” Another man yelled with irritation clear in his voice. Turning around, the bandit looked at one of his many partners, not paying attention to the bombs going off in the area. Screaming out in pain did nothing to interfere with his train of thought—if anything, it enhanced it.

“Who the hell are you talking too, Hei?! Just because Oyabun-Sama and the others are out blowing this place up doesn’t mean you can talk to ME any sort of wa—the FUCK?!” Doki found himself interrupted as the woman underneath him flipped onto her stomach and attempted to crawl away from her assailant. Annoyed, the outlaw slammed his foot into her back and raised his blade above the back of her neck. “Bitch gon’ learn!!”

Could anyone step in to save her?

[chiatsuki]

natsufubuki

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Book - 1
Chapter - 2 (God's Rebirth)

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It were all but the perfect symphony. The music rummaging through his ears as his mind set true to one thing. kill….

The bearer of bad news and the harbinger of death – two demons fully divided into one being – stepped lightly down the hill after reaching its peak. The countless number of anxious men and women had stopped him in his tracks almost instantly as he looked for some sort of sign as to where the smoke could have been coming from.

A heart throbbing shake would rumble across the mighty terrain causing Hyoka’s legs to wobble a bit before sprinting forward at a great speed withdrawing tesaiga to his side allowing her steel back to gleam within the sunlight – her eyes in search for blood. There was no purpose to this boy. The bomb smoke and blood painted battlefield before him was somewhat of a normal sight.

Caught within the chaos the shinobi of grass also hungered for blood. Stifling through what little silhouettes were left from the small town that had been ravaged Hyoka made his way into the center of the grounds where the screams of a female reigned endless in his eardrum. The demon couldn’t help his excitement to such sinful a tendency.

The end of his hilt would become placed at the center of his palm in a position horizontal adjacent to his vertical outstretched palm; his blade outstretched at a horizontal angle as he’d attempt to swiftly bypass the antagonist pulling the sword over his head ridding him of the upper half of his body right from behind him like a knife to butter. .

[Katsumaru]

Blood splattered as the metal tore through the thug’s body, cutting through flesh and bone, sending the upper body clashing onto the grounds. The girl yelled loudly as the blood from the fun cut splashed onto her face, tainting her fair, delicate skin with the crimson hue of murder. She scrambled backwards, trembling legs incapable of supporting the weight of sheer terror as she collapsed onto the ground, breath heavy and blue eyes widened in terror. A sense of relief washed over her from the heroic rescue, but it was only momentary, for the disaster continued to disrupt the desert day.

An explosion rung out in the distance, sending debris flying, wood and rock alike. Not only did the explosion destroy the structure, but those within, who met a rather crude, brutal death. With the remnants of the home, several limbs soared through the skies to land at Hyoka’s feet, along with the head of a young man, completely separated from the body. It was rather eerie. The head’s eyes blinked for several moments before the life completely faded, leaving a blank stare looking upwards at Hyoka. And then another explosion rung, tearing through yet another home.

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Hyoka’s interference caught some attention, but as the scene was quite chaotic, the bandits were not entirely focused on him. The man who had told Doki to be silent burst into action upon seeing the shinobi, currently twenty meters away. His hands moved at a rapid pace, a quick series of hand-seals, surprisingly hasty and efficient for a simple curmudgeon. As his fingers danced he ran towards the left, coming to a sudden halt as he slammed both hands onto the ground, morphing the very nature of the earth’s as the ground beneath Hyoka shifted. The earths twirled, a vortex quite akin to a whirlpool in the waters as the earth attempted to draw him in. ¹ The whirlpool was only ten meters, not notably large, nor was its draw mighty. Fortunately the girl had backed away far enough and was no victim to the whirlpool.

SPOILER: Click to show

Earth Dominion; B
1; Retsudo Tenshou (Revolving Split Earth Palm); C

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Another nearby bandit, this one fifteen meters away, also burst into action, but his movements quite a bit simpler, not making use of any seals whatsoever. He reached into his pouch to pull forth a kunai, the metal glow suppressed by the white parchment wrapped around the blade. But rather than flinging the blade towards Hyoka, it was thrown at the retreating girl.

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[chiatsuki]

natsufubuki

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Book - 1
Chapter - 2 (God's Rebirth)

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The young demon took delight in severing what he could off of the mans body. Blood jousted out from every which way spattering across the females face just as it did Hyoka’s. Another man to his right would alert him immediately after his peripheral caught a moving figure. The chunin’s head would begin to turn to the right as his eyes fixated upon the mans’ handseals. Immediately would he begin to procure a response as the mans hands wavered above his head.

Dancing within the zodiac ballroom his fingers would find themselves hesitantly wavering through a course of four seals even swifter than his counterpart had. As his opponents hands slammed upon the ground a swirling vortex would begin to overtake the battlefield. . but Hyoka knew all too well that this would not be the end. A ball of lightning would release from his lung at the speed of twenty meters per second into the head of the man knocking him unconscious instantly.

Not only would the ball of lightning paralyze his entire body seeing as it hit the head – but it would also stop the technique in effect seeing as his hands would have to be placed down along the ground still, and this technique was sure to negate all uses of chakra. Although the vortex of rock wasn’t as slow as he’d predicted he’d simply jump back a couple of meters away as his technique took place just in case he had missed his target; which was highly unlikely.

Looking down to the female the funikumi would quirk his brow. ( ‘why the fuck am I protecting this bitch..?’) he’d ask himself in retrospect of his own evil tendencies. His nature was not the heroic type but in situations like these it may have seemed that way.

A second assault?! Surely they knew nothing of tenkihenka. . his mind ever so diligently looking for the outcome of another attack so that blood would fill his hands and joy would fill his heart. A kunai tagged with an exploding note was not too far away from them. . but it wasn’t much of an assault as his pinky finger sent a bolt of lightning, without the use of handseals, in an reactionary advance towards the kunai knocking it off course for both of them.

“You shouldn’t be out here lady. . I could have killed you..” he’d say in an aggravated tone with eyes of oceanwater blue twitching to and fro the battlefield analyzing every aspect he’d had in hand. His next target? The man who’d thrown the kunai. “Now get the fuck out of here before you get hurt bitch!” he’d say in a bellowers tone extracting all his anger out in an instant as his hands came together in a mighty calamity bringing forth a surplus of chakra to his fingertips.

SPOILER: Click to show

In Effect

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Raikyuu (Lightning Ball)

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Rank: C x 40 (20 m/s)
Handseals: Yes (check "in effect for masteries")

Danpen Inazuma (Shooting Thunder)[/u]
Rank: D
Handseals: No
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[Katsumaru]

The thug broke into a spasm as the lightning ball struck, muscles twitching as his eyes rolled back into the head. These were simple scoundrels, many of them unprepared for the fine intricacies of battle, as revealed with this one who merely glanced upward, before the technique reached completion, as the lightning ball struck him into the face. But not all were untalented, as time will reveal. On the grounds he twitched, and quite disgustingly so, soiled himself from the fierce shock, the stench of urine rising into the air to intermingle with the odor of dust and burnt flesh.

Another explosion roared in the distance, this one taking out a smaller building, the market hall. With the fiery bumble, remnants of the goods from within the hall were thrown into the air: farming tools, pots, and even several gold coins, torn apart by the explosion, raining onto the grounds. It seemed as if this was the last eruption, for following that last destruction of the market hall, no more bombs unleashed their hellish fury upon the village. Now, the bandits began to engage in the sadistic glee of slaughter and worse – some sickening joys best not mentioned. These curmudgeons were simply scoundrels, thugs without the slightest pity. While Hyoka was a man without much mercy, these bandits were scum, following inhibitions at whim.

In the distance, an aged man stood to face one of the bandits, pitchfork in his hand. With a wrinkled face and graying hairs his age was betrayed easily, but he was built quite well from years of work. He stood before a young girl, no older than eight, ear-length brown hairs speckled with grime. She spoke, her tone desperate, voice moments from breaking,”Papa, run!” The farmer simply ignored her request and lunged his pitchfork at the bandit. The piece of improvised weaponry was pushed aside easily, and the man’s life ended with a quick thrust into his abdomen. He collapsed onto the grounds, eyes blank. The girl turned and simply ran.

The bandit, who had thrown the kunai previously, broke into action once again from where he stood now, fifteen meters away. His hands moved in a blur, surprisingly fast, seals completed almost within the blink of an eye, quite shocking for an advanced technique. As these seals were formed, the man did not remain still, but darted towards the left, keeping the distance intact but attempting to flank around the foe. Upon completion of the seals, he spat forth a mist towards the opponent, leaving his mouth rather quickly – he did not break gaze with the foe after having seen his comrade meet a quick end. The mist was released during the leftward run, hence, it formed a line twenty meters wide and long, ¹ beginning several meters in front of the bandit. As Hyoka stood fifteen meters away, he was still within the range of the mist, if barely, but it mattered not, for the explosion was triggered quickly once it has been released, with but a click of the teeth, sending the fiery explosion into that line of twenty meters.

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Efficient Sealing II;
Essence of the Sacred Flames; C
1: Haisekishou (Burning Ash Accumulation)

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[chiatsuki]

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talked to katsu about this.

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