The blades of vengeances have fallen swiftly. The shinobi are no more as 'Absolute Justice' has returned...now, it is the Samurai that rule the Five Major Nations!
But at what cost? Have they become the very thing that they despised the most...? Heroes and villains seem to change roles every day, but one thing is for certain - we yearn for our freedom, for days gone by where we flew the skies unhindered.
They started 100 meters away. Miyako flipped through the handsigns needed to submerge both her and her sister into the bubble. From there, it vanished, with the inside it. The camolfauge was easy in this bubble. It then soared high, foating and drifting 49 meters up. From there, it was easy to check for ninja.
The three traveled through the bog ridden forrests, trying to take their home. Swampland littered the trees, causing some to sink over the years while most stood strong. There were roads here and there, broken and underused, as most of the Mist kept to their own homes. Still, with the end of the bloodshed caused in the past, the land of water was once more active. TOO active, one might say. Of course, it wasn't too populated by trees to be unable to see the three shinobi wandering below, especially so high up. 49 meters high the two were, the Mizukage and her older sister. They were ready to fight and kill these upstarts.
The floating bubble concealed them well, but they were ready. Oh yes, they were ready.
Above the tall, tall gates which stretched to the high heavens, stood a kunoichi. She had a cool, emotionless look on her face, as she stood there. She had a purpose, a calling. There were ninja approaching, she had learned. Rumors, she said he said, really. Konoha had declared war. Yes, this was definitely interesting news. They were most likely almost here, by now. News took time to travel, after all. She would be ready for them.
Turning her head to look at her sister, the jounin asked, "Are you ready? If so, let us depart. These fools will regret this pitiful war. Those wretched tree-huggers will regret the day they decided we were easy prey." She was ready for bloodshed. Her lips were painted black, and she had no other makeup. A black jacket covered her yellow shirt, and black pants finished the image. She wasn't going to put up with this, no way in hell. She ran down the gates and out the village. They had a kage to hunt.
The fight was over very quickly, but Miyako saw what she needed. It was obvious what Shiori needed to work on. Battle tactics, situational awareness, and defense. She was glad that Veni didn't kill his opponent, as she'd not want to have to fill out the paperwork required for genin deaths, plus she liked the teen's eyes. Shiori had the right idea, trying to close in, but had gone about it the wrong way. One must always keep an eye out for puppets.
Because the fight was so quick, she didn't have much to say about Veni's side of it all. He outsmarted and outmaneuvered his opponent well. She'd have to get him to fight the new kids here too. "Shiori, come here. Let's get that injury covered a bit more. There's a first aid kit in here somewhere." she ordered, motioning for the genin who lost to come to her. She turned around, searching for the first aid kit. Quickly locating it, she grabbed it, and returned to her spot. She wasn't much of a medic, but she could help a little before they went to the hospital. She pondered how she should phrase her advice. Sithis had vanished, somehow. The little kid wasn't very helpful anyway. She didn't want to take on too many students, so if he was impatient and left, shame on him.
It was unfortunate that Miyako couldn't hear the loud chainsaw sword until it was too late. He had struck under the cover of her smoke and the sounds produced by the bubbles. It was sufficient to distract her enough to not hear the loud BRRRRRAAAAAAAANG of the sword. It was her fault. She used too many bubbles in her desperation to defeat Arashi, the biggest threat besides Shin. Her eyes tracked the sword now, but it was too late for her to move out of the way. She tried, but she'd be just too late as she began to twist and duck. It would clip her under the chin, and would carve her face right off her skull.
Then appeared. Kamui, thrown off by this, hesitated for a single moment. This allowed Miyako to kick the flat of the sword up, giving her enough space to smoothly duck under the rest of the blade. From here, she spun her body, allowing the tanto she had to spin out of it's sheath with liberal over-application of the tree climbing method directed precisely. The sword rocketed out as she spun, the blade shooting rapidly to cut deeply into Kamui's side. Blood gushed out of the large wound and the weapon the threw vanished into the distance. Completing her spin, Miyako landed, and faced the enemies. All that remained were Shin, the injured Arashi, the injured Kamui and... Where had Mizuru gone!?
A sharp pain exploded inside her leg. She had landed on the lake when she finished her attacks earlier, using water walking to stay up. She looked down in shock to see the dark grinning face of Mizuru, one of his Snake Teeth stabbed through her leg. Dark purple splotches already were forming, and slowly they raced their way up her leg. If they hit her heart, she would die. She had maybe 10 minutes to live now. "You're dead, Bitch. And your sister is next." he cackled at her, before vanishing back into the lake. Miyako leaped off and back onto land, but the damage had been done. She would not live past this fight. Her eyes sought out Shiirayuri in her panic. She would not let her sister down.
The sound was horrible. The clash of blades left such a shriek that immediately Miyako knew it was genjutsu. During the time her sister took to tell her to release it, the Jounin already was. She disrupted the flow of her own chakra for a single instant, allowing the sound to fade from her ears, though a phantom pain remained, a lingering ache that her mind placed for her in response to the agony she had previously experienced.
Then, her sister died. A deep, soul-wrenching agony filled her for a split second before she ruthlessly squashed it down. She KNEW better. was always like that. 'I was a hologram all along' as some of the children put it. Her sister wasn't dead. She just wasn't. This didn't stop the tear that sprang to her eye as she prepared herself. As Arashi flailed in agony, the jounin sped through ten hand signs. Skn and the others moved to respond to her, but then Genzo bellowed, "You piece of trash! I don't care who you are, I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME STUPID!!!" In a mysterious spurt of insanity, Genzo flung his giant axe at Shin, who easily leaned to the left, allowing the giant weapon to pass harmlessly an inch to his right.
Unfortunately for him, Miyako changed her target at the last second. The axe, attached to a chain on Genzo's arm, landed in the lake off to the right. Miyako was originally going to use this jutsu to gather most of the lake's water in one spot, but this worked perfectly. She used the exploding current technique to cause a whirlpool which sucked the weapon down deep. As it was attached to Genzo, and thought he was tall, it was easy for him to fall down. He was drawn to the lake, unable to defend himself. Miyako found it easy to leave a kunai buried to the hilt into his eye, catching his brain and taking down the hulking brute once and for all.
The other swordsmen had to scatter, as did Shin, in order to avoid either the weapon when he threw it, or the body of the giant of a man. This gave the right hand of the Mizukage the chance to do more hand signs. A long stream of bubbles escaped her. Dozens of them streamed towards Arashi, who managed to defend himself by swinging his sword once more. This caused massive explosions, those two times as strong as regular explosive tags. This offset the storm, neutralizing them both in the middle. But that wasn't the end. No, there were too many bubbles for the storm to fight, and with the distracting flashes of light disorientating everyone else, no one was able to assist him. The stubborn fool refused to believe his sword could be beaten, and thus was the victim of numerous explosions. He wasn't dead yet, though. His sword twisted and bent, and his body smoking, the evil man began to laugh loudly. No, he was far from done. The sword was only a focus. He still had the raw power of the storm on his side!
Used Great Exploding Current and Explosive Bubbles, which makes powerful explosions as well as bright flashes of light and smoke. Lots of it. Use it wisely.
The two had good initiative. Veni threw one of his kunai, which Shiori then caught with her palm. It was a bit brutal, but effective. If she didn't use a lot of ninjutsu, it wouldn't really incapacitate her. Miyako approved. However, she lacked a solid offense. Veni was smart to test the waters, but she really wanted to see what the two could do when they out their minds to it. Right now, it was too early to tell where the fight would go. First blood went to Veni, but that hardly decided a fight between ninja.
Then again, being cautious against an unfamiliar foe was a good idea too. Shiori didn't know what all the puppet was capable of, after all. Not to mention what the other genin himself could to to her. So maybe playing it safe was smart. She'd have to work on her speed, though, and maybe teach her a few jutsu to immobilize the enemy so she could get close easier.
Her sister had bested the wanna be Mizukage with his own specialty. She had taken him down to his ass with pure genjutsu, and the enemy didn't like it one bit. That was fine, she and SHira needed them like that. If the swordsmen stayed on the defense, then the Mist could prevail. Miyako knew, however, that there were too many of them otherwise. Something needed to be done, and fast. The Mizukage turned her head to grin at her sister triumpantly. Shin took the opportunity to take a pot-shot with a kunai. The distracted Mizukage would have died if not for the flash of steel. Her katana deflected the thrown blade, and she admonished her sister, "Keep your eye on the enemy, ! This isn't going to be an easy fight."
She sprinted forward, throwing the katana at a closer range at the first one to have murdered their fellow swordsman, Kamui. She followed this up with rapid hand signs, firing low powered fireballs from her hand rapidly. Arashi was the one to counter this by knocking the thrown katana from the air with a swipe of his sword, which caused a storm to unleash at Miyako. Wind, water, lightning and the sound of thunder roared at her, extinguishing her fireballs and tossing her away like a rag doll. She managed to neutralize the lightning with a kunai acting as a lightning rod. but the wind buffering her was not pleasant. "What do we do?" she asked her sister.
She remembered. Mazra was a good kid. In a few years, he'd have made a good husband too. Miyako honestly had not seen it coming either. She had expected to have to fight Shin herself, and die in the process. She thought it would be the only way to get her sister to wake up and fight in the end. She didn't want to die, but at that point, too much had gone wrong in her plan otherwise. She'd martyr herself, her sister would rally, and then they would win. would pass on their bloodline, or maybe Shiramaru. She was grateful for Mazra's sacrifice, but she hadn't expected it at all. She hadn't expected Shin to settle with poison.
She had lived, though. And if she had died, now she figured her sister miht not have made it, honestly. Shin alone was powerful. The remaining swordsmen AND Shin was another thing altogether. Shira might have killed them all, but probably would have died as well. Especially if she had lost Miyako and Mazra. She still had Shiramaru and Miyuki though, such as she was. It was a good thing Miyuki went missing during the conflict, really. Better for everyone in the end. Kage Bunshin made such a good alibi, especially one made several days earlier, disguised as a rock.
Still, it was an intense fight. "I remember. Mazra would have made a fine husband for you. I... I was so shocked to see you like that. I knew his time was measured in hours then. And it was... That fight was horrible..."
FLASHBACK AGAIN HELL YEAH
They were too late. In the time it took for them to mobolize, the swordsmen had already struck. Old man SHin lead his Old Guard into battle. Kamui the Butcher, an angry man with a perpetual evil grin. He wielded the Giant's Knife, a 6ft long 4ft wide sword with serrated edges. With chakra, the edges would vibrate, turning it into a giant chainsaw of doom. On his left was Mizuru the Water Serpent. He wielded the twin knives called the Snake Teeth. The two small blades were actually made of water that was almost purely venom. A stab from one of those would not have a visible cut, but a dark purple blotch would spread inside you, eventually killing the victim. To Kamui's right was Arashi the Stormbringer. He was the leader of the old Seven Swordsmen. His katana, upon striking with it, would cause lightning to flash out of it, strong winds to blow, rain to land heavily, and thunder to roar. Every strike was an entire storm, all fulled by his chakra. He was missing his left arm, though. Blood poored freely from the wound. Behind them was the ten foot tall Genzo the Giant. His giant axe sat on his shoulder. It was bigger than any man. Multiple stab wounds littered his body, but he still held strong. In front of them all, was Shin. Shin was an elderly man, and a grand master of both Ninjutsu and Genjutsu. In his old age, his taijutsu had weakened, but his mind was even sharper than before. They planned to change that.
On the floor in front of them, was the broken corpse of Sayuri the Shield-maiden. She was once a beautiful woman, who had always dressed like a Valkyrie. Her clothes were ripped and she had been violated terribly by men and by their weapons. She had obviously suffered greatly before she passed. Haru the Healer was also decapitated on the floor. A stab from his blade would have healed almost any wound, but it couldn't save them both, it seemed. Sayuri's sword, which could extend up to 500 meters, had impaled her through her stomach, her her unbreakable shield had somehow been shattered. The +Blade, Haru's weapon, was only kicked off to the side.
Miyako was horrified. Those two had pledged themselves to the Mizukage and the Mist, but they were too late. "Damn it!" she snarled, pulling out her katana. She wanted to make them bleed for this!
Of course, having left before everyone else, postured with ninjutsu to arrive even quicker, Miyako had plenty of time to set things up as she wished. Which was mainly just here standing there on the other side of the room, facing the door with her arms crossed. She pulled lightly on the right arm of her black jacket just as the door opened, admitting in the two shinobi she would be looking after. She didn't know how she felt about all of this, really. She personally didn't want to lead a squad, though she knew it was a good idea. She'd more likely scare them for life, or something similar. Still, she was here, and she would do her duty.
Veni entered the room. He had some strange thing with him, under that gi, which was most likely a puppet, which seemed like an odd tool for his kind to use. Still, she doubted he'd have it on him if he didn't know how to use it. It wasn't stated, but assuming it's the case, Shiori entered the room as well. Both ninja were here now. Good. "In order for me to get a good handle on your skills, spar. No kill shots, but please give me and each other a good example of your skill set. I'll be evaluating you and planning on how to teach you based off what you show me. If you need more space than this to effectively fight, or if you need to go home to bring in more tools first, please speak up now." she seemed bored, reciting that. Her sister had made her say it, really. It was to give them a fair chance, if they weren't prepared. Rubbish, really. A ninja should always be ready. If she hadn't been ready when she graduated, she'd be dead. But that was another era. Otherwise, she'd only be teaching one genin at the end of this.
It was her fault there was bloodshed, in the end. She never had any intention to keep her promise. It was too naive. Miyako knew better. Still, when Kamui the Butcher murdered Yoroi of the Teleportation Blade, it was all her fault. She had overextended, and had threatened Kamui's family. She knew the Swordsmen would fight for the old traditions, and she had planted evidence that the church had been the ones who killed Kamui's wife and daughter, which was the entire reason he gained his moniker. Yoroi's redemption felt like a betrayal, and it was the spark that set the whole city on fire.
would never know this. It was something Miyako would live with until the day she died. Everyone connected to that was dead, by her hands. Accidents, over time. Only she knew the truth now. Even now, she didn't regret it. It needed to happen in order to get to fight. It was all part of the end game plan. "I only regret we didn't do more, sooner. Kiri would be even more advanced than it is now. It's only because of you that's it where it is today. The Swordsmen had to die, as did Shin. In the end, they would never have changed. It must be willing. It's the only way." She didn't even believe that. She had seen a man tortured and twisted until he was a mockery of his past. Konoha ninja transformed into believing they had been born into the Mist. Iwa ninja thinking they were merchants from Kumo. She wasn't good at that kind of torture, the kind needed to reshape humanity, but she employed people who were.
It was slow, the mist's approach. So focused on her sister, the jounin was caught unawares as it rolled in slowly. She only noticed it when she noticed her sister had not surfaced. Just as she was about to go in to rescue her, thinking she might have drowned and that head shot had done more than she thought, there was movement. Miyako was too late to do anything about it as the sweeping kick connected and she face planted into the water. She scissored her legs in her sister's general direction, but had missed as he sprung back away after her attack had landed. The kunoichi was proud of her sister. Her taijutsu and stealth had really improved.
Slowly, she rose again, looking intently at the future Mizukage. Slowly, she fell to one knee, and bowed her head, her arm in front of her submissively. "I promise, no bloodshed. Not even a drop, Mizukage-sama," she lied.
Her hands were released when her knee connected, sending the younger kunoichi back a few steps. She retaliated with a haymaker, one which would lay Miyako out if it connected. This time, the younger sister had the advantage. The jounin lifted both hands to block, but the blow still rattled her. She was a bit off balance, as her leg hadn't gotten back into a good position in time. Instead of just falling, she allowed herself to drop into the water below, vanishing into the dark, murky depths under them.
Suddenly, hands gripped the ankles of , and pulled hard, yanking her underwater while Miyako rocketed to the surface, using the element of surprise to drive her knee into her temple as she passed. The blow, underwater, would of course me muted, but it would still be effective if it worked. Completely dry because of of advanced use of water walking all over her body to repel the water, she spoke to where her sister was once standing. "Kiri needs you to be both. The day you put on that headband, you became both. And you must become both again, to finally heal yourself. Take a life in the name of justice, to atone for the lives you took to stand where you are today. Put down that murderer, so that you can save countless more." She paused, then strafed to the right, avoiding whatever was bound to be planning down there. "If you don't, then there will be no church. The people need a leader. You can lead the church and Kiri, and make them one."
Her black-painted lips pursed in a scowl as she suddenly shimmied forward rapidly, after shifting almost out of 's line of sight. Air was displaced as the jounin moved rapidly towards her beloved little sister. Her hand, no longer waving flashed forward in a knife-handed jab to her kidney, though it would be a feint as her other hand, above her, also swooped in like a scorpion's sting aimed at the back of her head. Both attacks could be painful, but only if let them hit. Miyako knew her sister wouldn't. She shied away from violence, but she wouldn't just sit there and be attacked. No Terumi would.
"Old Shin is an evil man. If you managed to get him to sit down for talks, it would only be at a table where your throat was slit. We don't even need a war. Get a seat on the council, and we'll make a Vote of No Confidence. If you can get on the council, you can become Mizukage. Kirigakure NEEDS you, sister! The common people need you! They don't have the power to change this system, but we do. YOU do." Her knee drove up as well, leaving her on one foot, her left hand aimed at a kidney, the right hand aimed at her head and her knee at the small of her back. A three pronged assault, just like they would lead on the Mizukage. Her left hand, Herself. Her right, . Her knee would be the Church. The people would keep them grounded and support them, just like her left foot on the water. It was simple and efficient.
"Neither do I/ Not a bit of it..." She trailed off, remembering eberything like it was yesterday....
FLASHBACK TIME MOTHERFUCKA!!!!!!!
They were in the middle of a light taijutsu spar. It was neither of their specialties, thus, it was the obvious choice for them to choose to fight with against the other. Miyako's right arm was in the air, the hand cupped and curved like the stinger of a scorpion. Her left weaved back and forward in front of her, trying to draw attention to the hand and fingers. It was a basic distraction technique. Her knees were bent and she leaned forward slightly, anticipating any movement. "You should be Mizukage, little sister." she spoke plainly, as she often did during their spars. It was a good way to release tension in their body and have a conversation at the same time, all while keeping their bodies in perfect shape.
"The Mist will die if nothing changes. It needs you." She began to shift towards the left in a circle around her sister, her feet and body not even moving as she used chakra manipulation to force herself in an arc over the lake's surface, not even a ripple of water signifying her motion. It was water walking to an extreme level.