Fool's Gold; Dragon's Realm [Q]

[Trigga]

The day continued into its own cycle as bright blue soon faded—albeit slowly—into light purple and orange. A day not wasted, but contently enjoyed spending hours upon hours in a tree, Ryûsuke, with his deep, almost intrinsic eyes peered into nature’s finest transition. It had been quite some time since he actually was able to do something of this nature and now that he finally obtained the opportunity, it would be well-spent leisurely.

Temporary breezes pushing up against his kosode and hakuma did little to disrupt his reconciliation as they were welcomed with opened-arms and for the subtle chirps that balanced around his ears from the sky-riders of earth, the Uchiha simply smiled. This peace—this harmony between the world and her occupants; it was something special and nothing could ruin the armistice that he was experiencing at the moment.

The mountain range and foliage of Hi no Kuni's topography alone was enough to stun even the most seasoned of travelers. Towering trees that tended to nature's blessing provided the nutrients to the amassing natives and wildlife. The air brushed against all, leaving untraceable markings that would guide the next breeze. It was beauteous, it was life in its purest form.

“I never knew,” Ryûsuke commented, speaking to himself while perched comfortably within one of the hundred of thousands of trees that occupied the country; though just outside the bonds of the Hidden leaf. Having returned some weeks ago, he felt the need to relax and take in everything that he had forgotten. The smell of the fresh air and cool salt water aroma. Honey suckle and sap that ran down the face of the trees; the buzzing sensations of fireflies that passed gradually by in flocks. It was everything he once knew; it was now time to get reacquainted.

[Nirvana]

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Master Sakurai

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The skies were like they had always been. The reflective shielding that the god's lay behind. They seemed to laugh, and find entertainment in the going's and on's of humanity. I cupped my fingers around the speakers, which were merely for show.

The were metallic talisman used to suppress my unbridled amount of chakra which seemed to force out of my body ever since I became a demon. The demonification process was so simple, just converting yourself into living chakra, and that was it.

Yeah, I guessed it. I began to reminisce and forget about the weather. Today would mark another one of those I'm alive just to be days. I missed the days of my dojo already. The students so beautiful, and willing to learn ever so diligently.

Now I'm locked in this child's body, and forbidden to ever touch the " weapon " ever again. I should just destroy the damned thing since it was given to me during a time where I was unstable. It's voice calls to me, and pressures me to burn everything to the ground. If only I was stronger mentally. . .

My onyx gaze came upon a kindred spirit in the fashion of the human doll I wore around. He seemed to be perched in a tree gazing at the world in astonishment. I remember when I was like that oh so many decades ago. In a wishing position, and wanting so dearly to just enjoy the small things.

Yet one day my world was ruined by a malevolent force. I'm sorry young man, but today is your most unfortunate of days for I will show you the world's true colors. You were chosen before I even laid eye's on you.

I moved with unbridled speed enough to blur from existence, and realign myself with reality again. I was underneath the tree hanging on with the chakra control that even the youngest learn these days. I was parallel to him on the other side mocking his position whether it was sitting or crouching, or even standing.

I made sure to hide my voice into a more childish one so he would never suspect the years I possessed over him. " Hay Mister? Why do you look sad?" The question had much deeper meaning to it then a simple person would expect. I wasn't talking about his emotional sadness, but his physical sadness.

That body is abnormal in the regards I can see it has a new chain ( of life ) wrapped around it.
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[Trigga]

Peace, solitude, reflection; these were things anyone needed. Fragment of one’s true self manifested through the meticulous and trialing times presented in this world of ours. Ryūsuke was no different and considering his current circumstances, the gods deemed him more favorable for such luxuries.

While the world around him rested, and the landscape of Hi no kuni ushered his presence for the time being, the Uchiha was all but present (mentally). His thoughts had moved off in several directions, his attention scattered through catastrophe, happiness, and neutral boundaries as he simply reflected on his life thus far. It was nostalgic and long-standing for the man didn’t bother rushing the process. He wasn’t required anywhere else, and even if he was, mother nature had plans for him. A tough decision to toss his duties aside, however profitable when set juxtaposed to him gaining something he truly needed; rest.

However, with this subtle victory over his own body, the man had committed a crime punishable by death in his line of work; he allowed his guard to dwindle and in that very instant, he found his eyes widening. W-what was that?, physically, he remained self-possessed, however, his mind juggled several thoughts instantaneously. That couldn’t have been a voice, he was certainly alone, and he knew it. Nonetheless, while his eyes toyed with his sanity, his ears heard, in perfect lucidity, the sound of a child, and it seemed to have come from directly beneath him. The nature of this ensuing conversation was indeed troubling, he had to remain balanced.

“Maybe because I’m sad.” In truth, he didn’t know why he choose that as his answer; something just seemed right about it, seemed sincere. Staying perched, never fleeting in his rested position, the Uchiha would sigh gradually.

”It’s a feat--- sneaking up on me.”

[Nirvana]

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[/td][td][atrb=border,0,true][classy=postcontentt]He was a funny human being to say the least. He couldn't even gauge my abilities, but oh the same could not be said for me. I didn't have to create a seal to expound upon my cursed kekkei genkai.

My eyes change into a deep luminescent red color. These eye's allowed me to see everything within the world unhindered. I could see that this man's life force was given back to him by some odd manner of cheating the god of death.

I could also feel the sharingan, and mangekyo sharingan from within his body. I immediately used my eye's ultimate ability to jam the signals of other ocular dojutsu. I shut down his ability to use the Mangekyo Sharingan, and set it so his body could only use his original sharingan for as long as I was within ten meters of him.

I didn't want to make this easy for this warrior at all especially since his chakra gave me all of his memories . I began to consume and decipher each cryptic picture of his life all in the span of two seconds. He would be delicious to eat if he wasn't the one I so wished to torture some more.

" A feat? Mister you are really weak. That is why I was able to sneak up on you! But I know a little game to make you stronger. I call it hide and go die! Wanna Play! " My frame melted through the tree into the other side before him. This was the assimilation ninjutsu -- being that I was merely chakra in a doll body there was no need for hand seals to meld anything for me.

Half of my body shown through the tree with my lower body, and rest of my arms appearing to be fused with the tree. A big smile was shown across my face as I laughed a little bit before surging forward through his body like a ghost and back into the tree.

I was gonna have fun with this little boy. So much -- Fun!

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Ranmaru Kekkei Genkai ( All-Disrupting Eye ).
Assimilation of The World Ninjutsu
Ghost Transference. ( Through Ryuu and back into the tree )

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[Trigga]

Weak. It was a term, throughout the Uchiha’s life that had haunted him. From being birthed into the elitist clan of the Uchiha, to becoming the Hokage and transvering Bijū assaults and wars alike; he had known weakness, though not directly. Having never considered his skill the plateau of strength, he hadn’t known many to outstep his character and ordnance. Nonetheless as the boy soon phased through the bark, the blue-haired Shinboi remained unfazed.

“Hide and go kill, huh?” Ryūsuke could see the bloodlust in the boy’s eyes as he stared back with a greedy expression. The quality of crimson that exuded through the sockets in his face made the man cringe on the inside, however, he remain unmoved and unimpressed. Within his own frame, however, something had affected his chakra; he could feel it. Though knowing exactly what was scratched had become another problem; a product of meeting this child, no doubt.

The boy wasted little time and rushed forward, and that’s when the Uchiha reached for a Kunai to defend himself. In his attempts at self-preservation, however, he found his body being used as a gateway, the boy passing through without hindrance. A cold, freezing chill swept through his carriage and Ryūsuke, in the briefest moments of vulnerability fell from the tree as he winced. H-how?. quickly gathering himself and entering into a swift summersault, the Shinobi had landed well on his feet in a crouched position. How did he phase through me? Thinking and buying time, he quickly stood erect, looking for the boy that had infiltrated his defenses. What was this boy and why did his eyes hold such malice and strength?

[Nirvana]

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[/td][td][atrb=border,0,true][classy=postcontentt]The passing through his physical body was ephemeral before once again; silence. The hollow doll of a shell was now submerged in the ground still in it's spiritual form. It was so long since I played with someone who had seen such horror as I did.

I might as well play upon these weaknesses to see if his soul can truly burn with it; the flames of courage. "Is that the extent of your courage father? Are you so weak that you can't even save me? Why...Why aren't you stronger." " He can't save anyone Ashura. He is too busy going off, and dying for his own selfish desires isn't that right." These voices I had pilfered from his subconscious were those of friends, and loved ones.

I wanted to see if he could stand their berating jabs at him (albeit it would be suddenly) the voices would rise from the grounds. This was my favorite technique the dead soul ninjutsu which was in my Rolodex of ninjutsu. I made the corpses look exactly like the ones inside of his memories ( Ashura and Kohana ).

There bodies would begin to break through the rough soil within the konohagakure forest. They clawed their way onto the surface -- both sporting bluish white complexions to show that they were actual corpses. "Hehe" I couldn't help a small little cackle coming from my mouth. I was taking this completely too far as I swished in a 360 degree perpetual spin in the ground underneath Ruusuke's frame.

I wondered a simple question; what words would he use to quell them? Would those words hole enough conviction to not cause me to give him a painful retort? I wanted; no needed to hear the message he would try to spin to them. The excuses he would spew to try to prove himself innocent of the claims. I saw inside of him, and the type of man he is hasn't changed at all -- or at least that is what I think.

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Chūdanagan ( interrupting eye )
Dead Soul Ninjutsu ( two chakra corpses )
Ghost Transference
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[Trigga]

I stood in the open, exposed like a nerve, and without an idea as to what that kid was, or where he had gone. It had become almost excruciating, being toyed with by someone who I was probably twice as old of; I knew strength could come in small parcels (myself during my time as a genin and Ashura as examples) though this was becoming ridiculous. I couldn’t even sense or for that matter, estimate his power; all I could feel was pure malevolence and an awfully strong liking towards such a destructive nature. Whatever he had planned with these games of chance, I knew I would be the star; this didn’t seem like necessarily a good thing.

Standing in the open, I was prepared for almost anything; an assault from behind, an ambush of sorts or even the candid variety of frontal combat. However, when two voices resonated through the real world and deep into my cognizance, I could feel my heart ache. My defense weakened as my hand which clung tightly to the kunai loosened in grip. The ground crumbled and several hands erupted from the soil, though I was momentarily frozen in place, almost afraid to answer back to the voices that had called out to me but moments ago.

Kohana…Ashura, I could hear them and soon enough, I could see them. Pale skin and comforted features as gravel and filth stumbled down their frames back into the earth; they were cold, lifeless and while I stood warm, I suddenly felt a similar chill.

Petrified and without an immediate response, I took this time to constitute a reply. I knew they weren’t real; they couldn’t be as I had just seen the child earlier in the day. Regardless, I felt the need to use this as some type of closure and as a step in the right direction for repentance. Maybe, just maybe, I could start here.

Sighing, I did what I normally did, I told the truth. “You’re right Kohana. I was selfish, and I died because of it.” While I knew I fought to protect a new ally, I knew I had much more at stake; those I loved back home were waiting for me, and I just didn’t return. “Ashura, I’m sorry I left you. But I’m back now, so I can be with y—” I muzzled myself, finding this confessional becoming too overwhelming for my own stability. I was talking to corpses that didn’t belong to my friends, and I spoke to them as if they held real substance. Maybe, in this time and at this moment, they were the closest things I had to friends, the only thing I deserved for I was nothing more than a resuscitated shell.

[Nirvana]

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[/td][td][atrb=border,0,true][classy=postcontentt]The corpses once they finally reached an erect position, charged forward. They weren't attacking, but merely grabbing onto his body pulling on to him. "You won't stay. You've said those words too many times before to people who don't even have their lives now." "You aren't even a man anymore, just a empty shell with empty promises isn't that right? -- Miyako"

This would be cruel to him, but I wanted to see if his psyche could truly handle it. "Yes, you are an empty hollow man who can't even love.[/i]" Her voice, permeated throughout his entire body. It would pierce into him with each syllable filling him with despair. Her body roaring out of the ground, and soared into the air before falling back to earth slowly. I made sure her feet slammed into the earth with enough power behind him to crush the ground around Ryuusuke.

His body, and the bodies of my other corpses; would be forced to rag-doll a few meters away from the initial point of summoning my dead soul tenshi. This was a stronger piece of my chakra which was implanted with Miyako's appearance, but with enough power ( gates 3 strength ), and speed ( x2 Tai Primary ) to devastate him in an actual battle. This was to prove a point about him. The only way to defeat her was to show that courage. That will of fire which seemed to be locked deep inside of him.

If he didn't unlock that fire --- I would immolate him completely into my essence. Oh, I forgot to mention. I am Ryuujin Jakka. The blade and me are one entity, and if he would become my master he needed to show that courage. I will continue to bring up more people from his life, and this time he won't like who else I bring to the table.
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[Trigga]

This false realism stabbed my veracity; how hard it was to simply hearing this former shell of my student and son belittle me. I don’t know how, or even when this boy gathered this information—he didn’t even appear old enough in age to have stalked my life for so long—though in the end, everything had tattered. His words were volatile and with the added impute from Kohana, I found myself at an impasse. I could simply walk away, but it seemed all too easy. No, this child wanted to play with me, toy with my emotions; it was evident in the people that had surfaced before me. What happened next, however, I couldn’t have even prophesied with my sharingan.

Don’t you dare use her against me… my own thoughts had become louder than the words she had spoken as I saw her rise; I saw Miyako manifest from the crust of the earth. Soaring into the air and falling back down to impact the ground, my body was easily forced back a series of meters; my eyes instantly fluctuating to a shade of red in pure disgust. How could someone do something so malicious?

As my Sharingan burned avidly, I tried my hardest to keep my composure steadfast. I could feel the sensation of anger flowing through my body as my fingers fidgeted in a tightened grasp. It took every fiber of my being to keep as still as I was, considering all I wanted to do was tremble. These were fake, and I knew none of the three would scold me in such a way. However, at this moment nothing could have felt any realer.

“What do you want from me!?” I called out, gathering my balance as I landed, prepared for whatever should befall this field. I wanted answers and I knew these dolls (horribly remade) would have them for me. I couldn’t falter, I couldn’t slip; it was exactly what they wanted. I would remain cautious, for the next event would end the calm before this impending storm.

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