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.
Ji stood 30 meters away from the remarkably strong male (Akira) within the ruined, urban city. Boulders and broken pieces of earth lay sprawled across the area as far as the eye could see which only meant that Ji had a great deal of versatility, especially since the limiters set upon him prior were suddenly removed upon advancing. Apparently, during that particular round, once both combatants were settled in, their chakra would gradually stabilized as well as having complete access to any and all techniques within their arsenal, meaning the fight had to progress as no holds barred.
However, at that moment, the path between the two paralleled combatants were -without a doubt- empty, which only meant that a straight forward path could've been taken. Unfortunately, that specific street that the starting combatants were placed upon had been a grand total of 15 meters wide, which only meant that they'd been (roughly) in the middle. Additionally, the buildings that were on both side of the street seemed to have no immediate windows and no immediate pathways other than back & up, however, they were broken into several human sized pieces - some even smaller.
Nonetheless, Ji armed himself with a single tagged kunai (right hand), held with a reverse grip. Knee's slightly bent, with his right foot about a foot ahead of the other -shoulder length apart- he waited for his ultimate signal, the signal that would've initiated the battle.
"No problem at all, considering all of the things you're father did for the sake of Amegakure, it'd be wrong of me to not let this act as your home. "
He replied, returning the smile along with a gentle nod of his head. Listening to her words even further as she continued to express the amount of concern she held for her father as well as the desire to search every corner of the world for him. Her persistence and relentless had been -without the shadow of a doubt- more than admirable in Ji's 'book of codes'. He couldn't have blamed her, after all, Ji searched for any and all information regarding his father with equal if not more obsession.
"I will update you about any information that I find about your father, I will do that much. Besides, how couldn't I, since our fathers were said to be so close, I almost feel like i've gotten a sister or cousin out of this."
The two continued to walk and talk for several minutes, turning corner after corner, hitting street after street, however, they soon waltzed upon a dark alley that'd been lit up by the streaking bolts of lightning above them. As a result, it illuminated the entire pathway, including the overly large Tenzo Clan crest that rested high upon the side of a gate or wall. Immediately, Yui questioned what it'd been, but rhetorical or not, Ji himself hadn't even known. During all of his research, he focused it upon his own father and neglected both the entirety of Kekkai and Tenzo as a result.
"I've got not idea actually. It looks like the Tenzo crest for sure, but what I'm not even familiar with that area."
Bored and unusually tired, from the lingering silence, Ji's hands came together and twirled both thumbs respectively around one another. His cheeks puffed and his eyes crossed inwardly as he attempted to look upon said cheeks. With diligence, Ji's only shadow clone remained side-by-side with Ashura's own as the duo keenly examined the fuuinjutsu at work around the outskirts of the town itself. It'd been a ring or barrier of sorts, one that -according to Ashura- had served to either keep something in or keep it from getting out, maybe both worst case scenario. Nevertheless, Ashura made an obvious suggestion to find the source of the technique considering that no one man could sustain it for as long as it remained activated.
In response to his question, Ji's shadow clone inquired how they'd even go about such a thing.
"I'm positive we're the only ones in this town that can see this thing, or maybe not, whose to say. Point is, how're we really going to locate the core of this technique when its surrounded by the entire town."
"You think it's got something to do with that old couple and 'bottomless pit' or whatever they called it? Call me crazy but having a source for something underground seems ideal."
That girl had been so strange, enough so to the point where she seemed immediately harmless, however, the longer Ji lived in that new world, the faster he realized that almost no one could be trusted completely. Fortunately, at that point, one thing had been certain - the girls memory failed to be anything admirable to say the least.
As Ji's own name floated out of her mouth like a inflated bubble, his brows lofted in confusion even further. Using said bubble as an instrument to jog her memory of a forgotten task or message, Ji watched as she tried so contentedly to remember.
Growing a childlike impatience, the tip of his foot tapped against the ground. Before long, more bubbles beckoned forth, however, once they had, instead of his name they turned out to be the very words that fell from his parted lips. Finally, after using what looked to be 'normal' binoculars, she remembered who he was and who he'd been looking for, but then something went entirely wrong.
She mentioned someone betting mad, someone that apparently went by 'Big Brudda'. According to her, he had some important message of some kind to pass along, and as curious as ever, Ji wanted to find out. Forced to remain calm, he refused to let himself grow overly impatient.
"Fine, I'll humor you. What did this big 'brudda' want to tell me and why is it so important?"
Walking through both the main and side streets, Ji maintained a straight forward field of vision as Yui expressed her issues and concerns. It turned out that she -just as much as Ji himself- wanted to find out more about her father, however, unlike Ji's own, the possibility of Kiyoshi being alive had easily been possible.
Full well knowing that the inquiry regarding his fathers death was innocent and pure, he brushed it off as best as possible and nodded to acknowledge everything she had said leading up to that point.
"Well, thats quite an interesting development you have there. I'll do as much as I can thus far but as for giving you as much information as possible about Kiyoshi, it's little to nothing. By the time I came home from Namyeol's world, all of this had already occurred. . ."
He paused and folded his arms in tandem with turning around a corner that lead into a side street.
"With that said, I only know just as much as yourself. But, I have a possible solution. Whenever I've had the chance, I've been tracking anyone who knew our fathers or anything about Amegakure before our own arrival. Unfortunately, I haven't had any luck so far, so please, forgive me."
As Ji called out and requested the presence of the old, pale man, he -in turn- received an 'answer' (if it could've even been called such) that he had never expected. A fairly bright creature descended from above and swam in the openness of air with whips of its transparent tail every few moments.
As it circled him, Ji turned and turned to follow it, that was until it bumped into his body and popped as though it were a fully blown balloon. Thereafter, a voice from above drilled down into Ji's ear's, a voice that beseemed a woman. He lofted a brow as she comically cared for whatever creature that was that'd blown itself up for being overly curious.
Confusing him even further, the girl tumbled off the tree and eventually landed onto the ground, laughing the entire time in tandem with her own descent. Her skin, apparel, and even her hair all seemed, well, quite odd. If anything Ji had been certain he never met that woman considering that he'd have remember someone so 'colorful'. Standing only a handful of meters away from Ji, she spoke with an upbeat tone and demeanor, one that had been far from mutual. Wanting his body back while desiring the answers and power that the pale man spoke of, Ji hadn't exactly been in a pleasant mood.
"Sigh. My name is Ji. Now, where is that old man, I asked specifically for him, not you. Or is killing you part of this little 'test'?"