Descent!; [Sharkk - Open]
Mar 27, 2012 13:34:42 GMT -8
Post by Messatsu! on Mar 27, 2012 13:34:42 GMT -8
[/color][/right]Submerged six meters beneath the earth, Masuyo managed to accumulate a total traveling distance of twenty-one meters so far, just nine meters from where Namyeol came to a complete half. Below, he felt the concussive force that rocked the earth that sent shock-waves down past Masyuo's position. For the most part he remained unharmed, however, he hadn't been exactly sure if it'd been ok to say the same for Namyeol who was above ground, facing the assault head-on. Undergound, he felt the explosions that blossomed both behind himself and Namyeol as the two continued forward. Even deep within the earth itself the mighty sound of Namyeol's battle-cry reached his ears with ease, and having known Namyeol for quite some time, it'd been possible that it was one of his many attacks.
Unfortunately. . .
The unexpected happened.
Whatever it was that was fired off in Namyeol's direction seemed to have carried carried some kind of resistance to his howling gust of heated winds, evident by the fact they he flinched in pain after having been peppered with an array of shuriken. Along his face and his arms a number of shuriken seemed to have found their desired target, most likely launched blindly out of desperation. He attempted to take off but only to have been interrupted by a series of explosions that rained from above (and the shurikens?). Without a shadow of a doubt, Namyeol took the full brunt of the explosions that managed to claim his furry flesh, however, if person behind such power expected it to completely remove Namyeol from the fight.
A foolish man he was.
Yes Namyeol could indeed be hurt, however, his body, power, and defenses rivaled with that of the fabled tailed-beast. The sage staggered left and right as sirens rang throughout his ears and tendrils of smoke billowed from his body. Whomever this man was, he commended him for having the power to reduce Namyeol to such a stand, not many wielded the power necessary to accomplish such a feat. Like before Masuyo heard the concussive force from the fiery explosion, yet, the more recent one seemed to be frighteningly close. Namyeol?! Now only 6 meters from Namyeol, Masuyo reached the surface of the earth where he magnificently shot out of a hole like a dolphin would to a large mass of water. With a couple of frontal flips he landed upon the surface once more to leave only 3 meters of space between himself and Namyeol's righter most side."C'mon old man, on your feet, I'm pretty sure you've got some fight left in you. . ."
"You dare speak to me in that way? Respect your elders boy!"
Namyeol, still covered in smoke, raised up to his feet while Masuyo scaled his body with chakra laced to the bottom-side of his sandals. He scaled up Namyeol's back to reach his shoulder, from there he activated his spiritual eye once more to 'see' where his opponent(s) were. There were several, yet he could not tell which one was which, luckily he had other methods. A voice called out to him, and by the time he started Namyeol stood near his maximum height. He stood up upon his hind legs yet, maintained a slight bend in his knees which only let him stand at a height of 45 meters, 5 meters below. The sage's nose was hard at work picking up the same scent he had done just moments ago.
"I see a couple in the air along with a few others but I can't tell which one is the real him."
"I can only smell one, which is who i've been going after who now seems to be right above us."
"I can only smell one, which is who i've been going after who now seems to be right above us."
A quick, single seal dispelled his hidden mist technique, revealing Masuyo standing upon Namyeol's shoulder, looking up at what he could have only described as Kouketsu Uchiha. His eyes, wide, fixated upon the man who left him defeated within the deserts of Kaze no kuni but also blessed him with Namyeol and his family.
"K-Kouketsu?! Why-"
"Look closely boy! That isn't Kouketsu, this impostor carries no scent, let alone Kouketsu's distinctive smell."
[/color][/right]"Look closely boy! That isn't Kouketsu, this impostor carries no scent, let alone Kouketsu's distinctive smell."
He looked down with a face of disappointment after having been told that wasn't Kouketsu. Aside from rescuing his sister, meeting Kouketsu was something he desired deeply. Meeting the worlds most notorious shinobi and being trusted with his precious summons that helped him during his violent campaign against the villages. Looking to his left and then to the right, casting his confusion to the wayside, he looked back up towards this floating man who offered to end this fight.
"I don't think I can end this fight. if you and I stop fighting, that's all that will happen, it will solve nothing. I cannot stop until this city is in utter destruction. Judging from that headband you aren't even from this country! Why are you meddling in business that isn't yours!? "
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