Jimusho no Mizukage.

[King]

The Mizukage Building is a massive, cylindrical structure made of strong, durable rock and fortified by steel. The kanji for 'water' on the outside of the building is its only adornment, and the only feature that signifies its status and place in the village proper. It has stood the test of time, withstanding Bijuu, war, and the Great Flash itself. It is the home of the Mizukage, and the focal point of the village.

- Visitors will be thoroughly screened!

This means you wait in the lobby with Juniper, the pretty red-headed assistant, and I will allow you in at my leisure.

Notice: The original thread can be located here.

[Nujabes]

Akira was pretty impressed with Kirigakure thus far. Compared to Konoha, they were pretty advanced - even after the war. Now, it wasn't anywhere near the ancient tales of Amegakure or the like. However, it was pretty damn nice. Strangely, the Mizukage's establishment was rather plain; it resembled the "tower" in Konoha, except for the gaping aperture in its center. Either or, it was time for business.

At first, he almost strolled right by the red-headed assistant in the lobby. But, like a ton of bricks, the truth of realization hit him: he wasn't home. So, almost mechanically, he pivoted on the heels of his boot and approached the cute lil' thang sittin' behind the desk.

Time for that award-winning act of his.

"Excuse me, miss." His voice, like his demeanor, had changed entirely. "I've brought a very important message from Konoha for the Mizukage. I wish to have an audience with the Mizukage at his earliest convenience."

[King]

The assistant raised her gaze from the papers on her desk only to freeze on the foreign man standing in front of her. She'd never seen a man like him before - and by that, I mean of his skin-tone. A perfect bronze color, and off-white hair that complimented his handsome face perfectly.

"H-he. . . " she stammered, her jaw all but hitting the floor. "He's actually available right now."

Indeed, it was quite clear that Akira had a way with women.

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Hiromasa would be sitting in his chair like always, casually sifting through a stack of papers that needed his signing. His mind was set on the preliminary tournament merely a day away, and a handful of missions that needed his approval before they could be processed.

And now Konoha wanted to speak with him?

It wouldn't be a stretch to say that the faux Hiromasa was a little stressed about the situation. Still, he greeted his visitor with a generous smile. "Welcome to Kirigakure. How might I help you?"

[Nujabes]

In all honesty, Akira really didn't have too strong of a track-record with women. Being the drifter he was, he found it incredibly hard to settle down and get himself a steady relationship. Aside from that, being a ninja, tomorrow was never guaranteed-- so why waste it away with just one person? It was a question he always presented to the heart-broken ladies he'd left in Konoha, one that they were never able to calmly answer.

A slap was the usual response.

"Thanks." It was his last gift of words before he turned and made his way toward the two overly large doors, marked at their center with the kanji for water.

When he opened the door and entered the room, he was greeted by a. . . child? Was Kirigakure in that bad of a situation that their figure-head leader, like Konoha's, had only recently stopped being breast fed? The world of the ninja was definitely on the decline if this was the best that the great five nations could do for leaders. And quite frankly, Akira didn't bother hiding the sadness of this truth. His lips had sunk into a slight frown, and his vibrant scarlet eyes seemed to dull.

"I appreciate you for having me." He paused, reaching down to unlatch the scroll on his thigh and take it in his right hand. "The Hokage of Konoha is interested in forming an alliance with Kirigakure. The details of the matter can be found inside."

Placing the scroll on the Mizukage's desk, he took several steps back to give room. From there, he remained silent-- except for the barely audible beat bumpin' from the large headphones around his neck.

[King]

Hiromasa nodded as he took the document from the corner of his desk, smiling as he unfurled the scroll and read its scripture. Were he still the same child he was before he entered the house of spades, he might've actually accepted the fool's offer. However, this Mizukage had no interest in forming an alliance with such a pathetic village. The leaf had lost it's glory, and was now nothin' more than a faded remnant that had fallen from the world tree.

Their days were numbered.

"I appreciate Kaname's offer," his voice trailed off, hinting that he was not finished, "however, I have no intention on ever forming an alliance with that decrepit figure-head of a village."

And just like that, the scroll was torn in half.

[Nujabes]

Honestly, I should've probably just thought about it before I reacted. Granted, what he said was way out of line - he basically just spit in my face, and every other shinobi from Leaf's face as well - but that didn't get me the right to just up and attack him. Even if he was just a snot-nosed little brat, he was the leader of a shinobi nation. I should've had a little more respect for him, because then I probably wouldn't be in the predicament that I am.

Oh well, what's done is done.

In the time it took that self-absorbed, ignorant little fuck to rip the scroll half way through its center, I'd already cleared the small bit of distance that separated us. The room, while gracious, was still way too small for me to use Hebi to its full potential. Still, she was more than capable of cuttin' this prick down in her confined state - a sword was a sword, after all.

A powerful, forward thrust from my muscled legs brought me clear over the large wooden desk that barricaded him from me initially. My left hand gripped the pommel protrudin' from over my right shoulder, while I simultaneously brought my weighted right leg down toward the handle of the sword I noticed pokin' over the edge of his seat, just behind his head. My practically armored shin and calf would be all I needed to keep him from unsheathing his weapon, whatever it was, all the while leaving him exposed to the full brutality of Hebi's fang.

This kid was a dead man walking.

[King]

Hiromasa was most definitely surprised by the Jounin's actions. Not in the fact that he attacked him; he'd expected that from the moment that he decided to tear the treaty clean in two. No, it was the manner in which Akira decided to engage the Mizukage that he found most interesting. He'd battled many men in his days, and this "boy" was without doubt one of the fastest he'd ever encountered.

Were it not for his own honed reflexes, albeit lacking compared to the taijutsu master before him, he would've certainly been killed.

Fortunately, that wasn't the case. In a manner that mirrored the Konoha Jounin's, though somewhat slower, Hiromasa slammed his free right hand forward, an open palm seeking to slam into Akira's drawing arm to restrict his movement. Hebi would stuck in her sheath, unable to taste the cool air of Kirigakure for the time being. However, Hiromasa was far from finished:

Merely a fraction of a second later, when he was sure that Akira's left arm was pinned in its cross-the-chest position, a kunai appeared in the Mizukage's likewise free hand. Considering the target's leg was propped on the crown of his chair, pinning the fabled Suijin to its sheath in a manner similar to the technique he'd just demonstrated on Akira, the Mizukage's target should've been obvious.

He'd castrate this piece of shit for his boldness, and with a blur, his hand shot up, aiming between the leaf ninja's legs.

[Nujabes]

If he honestly thought our little skirmish was goin' to end with him cuttin' my nuts off, he was sadly mistaken. The good thing about focusing solely on taijutsu was that I was a master of the body; I could do things that not many could, such as provide a decent defense even in the most awkward of situations. Not only that, but I was a pretty big fan of dancing - balancing myself on one leg, especially with a chair to support the other, was almost child's play in my eyes. The Mizukage definitely had another thing comin'.

In the time it took his armed hand to clear the relatively short gape that separated the glossy kunai's edge from my beloved family jewels, my right hand hand snapped forward, like a king cobra would to its pray. My fingers would've latched around his wrist, halting his appendage's progression so that the tip of the kunai was but a fraction of an inch away from its intended target. Try as he might, he wouldn't have been able to budge it.

However, before that might've even crossed his mind, he'd have to deal with my counter-attack. Granted, he was better than I originally gave him credit for; he'd managed to stop me from unsheathing Hebi, but that was only a temporary setback.

Dropping my person onto the desk itself, freeing my formerly pillared right leg, I'd thrust the heel of my toward the boy's chest. The force behind it wasn't anything treacherous, but it definitely would've done more than knock the wind from him. On top of that, it would've sent his chair skimming to the wall directly behind him, putting about five feet between us and essentially reseting the situation.

This shit was just gettin' started.

[King]

Damn it! Indeed, were it not for the innate dojutsu hidden behind ocean blue eyes, Hiromasa would've been at a dangerous disadvantage. Even with his evolved eye, it was still somewhat difficult to react to the man's movements - just because he could see it coming didn't mean he could alter the outcome.

In this particular situation, all he could do was released Akira's elbow from his open-palm pressed and bringing his forearm to intercept the thrusting heel. The block dampened the initial force of the blow to a considerable degree, but it did little to keep the chair from sliding across the floor with a sharp, high-pitch scream.

However, Hiromasa's options had just opened up.

In a swift, blindingly fast movement his hand wrapped around Suijin's handle and whipped the blade out from its sheath. In that brief moment, imbued with its wielder's innate source of suiton-based chakra, a highly compressed blade of water jettisoned out and across the small expanse of space.

Akira might've thought the liquid projectile was a blunt-type assault, but he'd be in for one hell of a surprise when it reached him.

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Sharingan, Stage 2.
Suijin

[Nujabes]

I couldn't have asked for a more perfect setup. Granted, it wasn't the Mizukage's fault that he played directly into my hand. There were very few people that knew about Hebi and her abilities; outside of my family, the ones that did were already dead. So, it didn't surprise me when he shot a jet of highly pressurized water with hopes of cuttin' me down.

With his palm no longer keeping my beautiful companion locked up, a silver streak arced out in front of my body, intercepting the large gale of water just moments before it would've dug into my flesh. In that instant, something amazing had happened in a rather lackluster fashion.

Without any sort of warning, the watery blade vanished. There wasn't even so much as a droplet to testify to the fact that it even existed at all, and Hebi's ardent blade didn't even so much as shimmer or glow.

However, now I was interested in that little bastard's weapon. Whether he lived or died was no longer my objective - I planned on gettin' that sword if it was the last fuckin' thing I did.

Pushin' off of the desk, I began bolting toward the Mizukage with Hebi trailing right behind me.

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Hebi

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Type: Sword.
Overall length: Five feet (20 when extended).
Limit: As stated in the special note, the blade must come in direct contact with the jutsu to negate its effects. Techniques that hold no physical substance (I.E genjutsu and things like that) are unaffected by the blade's ability. Furthermore, the ability to negate the jutsu stems from the chakra it automatically takes from the user, equivalent to the opposing technique.
Special notes: Hebi is extremely corrosive to sources of chakra. The blade is capable of flat out negating any and all sources of chakra it comes in direct contact with. The blade can be used to stem jutsu as they approach, negating their force, then form, and finally nature as though they never had any to begin with. The blade itself will not effect targets when cut on any significant level unless the blade remains in direct contact.

The blade's unique chakra nature completely negates any chakra usage by the user while the sword is in possession. This does not require the weapon to be drawn in hand. It simply requires that Hebi be anywhere in physical possession. The user is not able to tap into any chakra-oriented attacks, such as ninjutsu, fuuinjutsu, genjutsu, or even some taijutsu (such as hien).

The user is still subject, however, to external sources of chakra affecting their person.

Description: The particularly strange claymore appears to be as unique as the role it plays would suggest. Every half foot portion of the weapon is segmented, broken into a total of eight pieces that normal fit together very neatly, not unlike a standard sword. However, with a single handseal, the user can release the segments which extend and whip at the whim of thin steel wires binding them together with their subordinate segments. When extended, the blades increase their reach about four times their natural length (20 feet).
Current owner: Akira.
Cost: --[/ul]

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The weapon itself is the biggest drawback to the user, limiting their abilities to purely taijutsu-orientated assaults and defenses. More basic ninjutsu such as the academy techniques, or shunshin no jutsu are still applicable; however, anything beyond that point is rendered useless.

It should also be noted that Hebi's negating ability is not an area effect, but rather a single-target application. It would not be able to negate wide-scale attacks or supplementary techniques, such as baku suishouha, kirigakure no jutsu, or techniques of similar size.

Finally, when elongated, Hebi will function in an identical manner to Sword Hunter Chou's final blade from Rurouni Kenshin.

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[King]

Hiromasa would've been a liar if he said he completely understood what had happened in that sliver of time. Even with his dojutsu, he couldn't entirely comprehend what had just transpired before his very eyes. All he knew was that one second the blade of water was there, and the next it wasn't.

Quite literally, it simply vanished.

The Mizukage didn't have too much time to gaze in admiration, though. Merely a second later, the relentless Jounin was encroaching the distance to his location at an alarming rate. That fearsome sword at his rear, it was only a moment before he was well within striking range. But rather than use the sword, he'd once again cast a marvelous jet of water; he was more interested in figuring out how the leaf ninja's weapon worked.

With a mere twist of his sword-wielding wrist, Suijin's edge reversed and sat poised to be brought back across the path it had just traveled, slicing from bottom right to upper left. However, before the steel itself could harm it, the extension of water would've beat it to the punch. Considering the distance wasn't that impressive in the first place, and both targets were zip-lining toward each other, it'd take an impressive demonstration of skill to properly evade it.

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Sharingan, Stage 2.
Suijin
-- Kiritemizu: A

[Nujabes]

The most terrible thing about fighting someone who really doesn't give about ninjutsu is that they're always in your face. I mean, in the time it'd take you to form a few hand seals I'd already be breaking both of your legs, and then your arms after that. This case was really no different, and given the fact it appeared his nifty little sword only had one ability, it was pretty simple to predict what he was doin' by swinggin' that little thing when I wasn't directly in striking range.

So, it wasn't anything to match his swing with a motion of my own. Considering I had far better control over my body, opposed to someone else who didn't have nearly as much training as I did, he should've definitely expected me to be more than capable of whippin' Hebi's sexy ass out from behind me.

Much like its late sibling, the watery construction seemingly evaporated as mysteriously as it was created. Again, the gluttonous blade didn't even so much as shine - it was like she wasn't doing it, though we both knew she was.

However, I was far from finished. Simply following through with the aforementioned thrust of my arm, a single hand seal accompanied it to completion. By the time Hebi's tip faced the Mizukage, still held in the hands of his swing's momentum, the claymore shot forward with a speed that rivaled projectiles from Suijin.

Considering it was highly unexpected, and his body wasn't really in the predicament where he could make an elaborate evasive maneuver, I figured that it was safe to say that my target would be struck. The slithering weapon would've cut through his person right above the shoulder, not so much as touching his flesh, though skewering the cloth all the same. The sheer momentum would've thrown him off balance and into the comfort of his seat, arms still hung high in the air.

With my free hand, no longer occupied by the sole seal that it took to conjure such a reaction from my sword, I went to grip at him at the wrist. With a powerful jerk, I aimed to relieve him of the potent blade in his hands, all the while leaping through the window just above his head.

In the time it'd take him to recover, I'd already be gone. Likewise, Hebi would've violently rip through the wall, fitting itself together with the same seal that allowed its initial release. You know, the bad thing about mist was that it provided a perfect cover for escape.

[ Exit? ]

[King]

Damn it. . . He realized it a second too late, his eyes focused solely on the water itself as it came into contact with the aggressor's blade. Though the process was extremely accelerated to a frightening degree, it was a simple circumstance of negation. The water was broken down -- stripped of its chakra by a force of equal opposition, losing its shape and then its very nature.

It was only a second later that the same sword launched forward, cutting through his shoulder-cloth and throwing Hiromasa against the seat. His arms, jerked along with him, were through up by the motion -- and it was only a fraction of a second after that when he felt a potent coil around his wrist, and a tug later, his fingers freeing the sword he'd only used once.

Crash. . . . . . BOOM

The window and wall behind him were torn away like paper mache, leaving a thick coffin of smog and debris devouring the young Mizukage. When it cleared, he'd crossed a distance even too far for his Sharingan to see.

"Mizukage-sama!" the voice cried out from the shadows of the remove, punctuated with the hasty arrival of the STORM unit. They definitely were fast, much faster than the legends gave them credit for.

"Nothin' to worry about," Hiromasa responded already instantly, gazing out of the newly made hole in the building. "Find me two gennin - I'll need to send a message to the Hokage about this."

Three of the seven ninja present vanished. "As for the rest of you, we won't wait for Konoha's approval. I want you to hunt him down and bring me his head. The two swords he carries, as well."

A soft breeze marked their departure.

[adero]

It wasn’t too long before the impostor Hiromasa had called upon Minori once again, presumably for reasons aside from a chiding. After all – he hadn’t done anything too serious as of late. That said, the time had come for his debt towards the man – or so he’d assume.

The Chuunin’s lithe figure approaching the kage’s office, his footsteps would grind to a half upon a rather resounding boom. Eyes sweeping upwards at the structure before him, he’d spot a plume of dust and rubble sifting its way into the air from Hiromasa’s office. It appeared as though trouble had found its way to paradise once more.

A quite chuckle sounded as he’d enter the office, easily bypassing that pesky Juniper among the chaos. Head peering into the room, he’d stare at a rather large gaping hole within the wall.

“My my, I miss all the action now don’t I?”

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[King]

"You'll have your chance." The boy's voice, and tone, was more than enough to give way to who he was. Even though Hiromasa still gazed out of the hole in his office, eyes ablaze, he was well aware. "For now, you've got a mission of your own. News has reached me that our Daimyo is no longer of use to us."

"Kill him, and whoever else might be guarding him." Snapping his fingers, a scrolled appeared on his desk. "Seal their bodies within this and bring it back to me. We're going to make an example of these fools that think that they can cross the Mist while I hold the reins."

War was on the horizon.