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Though Jubei’s voice had been distorted from having covered his nose with the sleeve of his shihakusho, his voice still propelled itself forward with just enough volume for this troubled man to hear.

“I’m fine. . .a little worse for wear mentally, perhaps, but aside from that, I’ll live.”

His riposte was swift, yet, delivered in a cordial tone that Jubei very much respected, truth be told, through the midst of chaos he believed that whomever may have been alive would have had their fill of violence and allowed the influential hands of hate aimlessly guide them. But this man, he was far from Jubei’s expectations, his face and the air about him screamed with innate pain, yet, one that hadn’t truly felt like he was even from this town, maybe, maybe not – but he’d know all too soon. Jubei had to keep his distance, for this man may have indeed appeared to be normal but his mind may have been in a place entirely different altogether. Needless to say Jubei could not trust this man – not yet, even while showing a minuscule sense of concern.

"If you're with Iwagakure, I'm not looking for a fight, though I wouldn't blame you if you attacked me... I thought we would be waging war on ninja, not doing...

Reflexively a quick hand slid over the hilt of his own empath as this shinobi committed to some sort of hand gesture, Jubei knew not what it was nor what outcome it would bring, but all he knew that it was a ritual for shinobi and the secret behind their arts. But, something quickly put him at ease, it was, the absence of rain? Yes he was sure it'd been raining -though lightly- seconds ago, and yet, it stopped? But much to his surprised the 10 meter gap that dictated the distance between the two was still being pelted with rain. Curious a quick glance uplifted towards the sky, only to see a plate of ice magically hovering above his head - clever.

"Iwagakure, completely wrong my friend. I hail from no village, only the Land Of Iron. And attack, you, that's only if you took part in this massacre. If so, it wouldn't be fair to those who lay lifeless in this towns soil to let you walk to the earth so freely."

With his voice, calm, yet, stoic, the full bulk of its volume came to bear the moment he relaxed his arm, bringing back down to his side once his nose strangely grew accustomed to the unpalatable scent. Nevertheless, the shinobi would most definitely have to watch his response, for within this 10 meter wide alley, thing's weren't looking so go for him, at least from the samurai's perspective.

"I never wanted any part in this... For someone who claimed to be a necessary evil, he seems to be going to rather unnecessary lengths... But then, who am I to question..."

"No, this wasn't necessary, not for some little schoolyard war. This is the acts of an obviously deranged man. THe legendary Kouketsu Uchiha, villain to the world, war hero to his people, I don't care what he is, but after seeing the world of shinobi getting out of hands to this degree. Samurai will cleanse and unite this world the proper way."

!!!

What Jubei saw the moment he stepped forth onto Bakudon Gai's settlement was a disgraceful, putrid slab of land engulfed by wavering flames of crimson. Through the metameric coffins of smoke and smog billowed a spelled of burned flesh and charred bone, very pungent and unpalatable to the senses, enough so that it induced a quick series of heavy coughs. Using his right hand to cover his mouth and nose simultaneously, he continued to trek through the narrow streets, with only the faint sounds of grunting from those who unfortunately survived such a massacre.

("Who- What the hell could have have the gall to do such a thing, let alone beckon enough power to do so. The entire city has gone to hell from the looks of it.")

His calculative mind was hard at work, trying to somehow attempt at deducing the suspects for the cause, but to no avail, his mind couldn't come up with anything that made sense, except for - Kouketsu Uchiha. But even then it seemed unlikely - at least to the samurai- seeing as how Kouketsu was a legend, or was he. Who was Jubei to know, until recently he just stepped outside his honorable world of incessant Bushido and into the world of the shinobi. Needless to say, he continued his long strides, blindly heading towards the heart of town, he wanted to know who did this, who was responsible for this inhumane sight. Ironically his train of though was disrupted as his hand did him no justice in thwarting the stench of death from his nose, forced to take more extreme measure his wrist bent inwardly to cup the edge of his sleeve and pull it forward as he dove his nose into its fabrics.

(""This isn't good at all, the smell is getting even strong the more I wa-")

A faint - but audible - thump pierced the threshold of Jubei's ears. Coming from the right, his head instinctively followed the origins of the sound itself, revealing to him a man of sorts in a alley alone. . .and alive. It was a refreshing sight -for lack of a better term- to finally seem someone with a beating heart within the midst of this destruction. Turning and stepping into the alley way, he stopped some 10 meters before the man and offered words of compassion before inquiry.

"You there! Are you okay? What happened here?"

Sporting his blue, flower covered shihakusho and black hakama, he announced himself fearlessly, making himself known with a direct ultimatum.

There he was, sitting there, calm and cool, still and stoic, almost as if waiting for the world itself to react in some way to his own presence. But something else, something else forced him out his meditative state of seiza - a hand? As simple and trivial as it may have seemed from first glance, tis' was the truth of things, a mere shuffle of this boys hands alarmed Jubei, and in the time it took for him to reach for whatever he wanted, he was already marked for death.

A ghostly wind swept over the area as he sprung forward (in place) to one knee in a flash whilst withdrawing his blade and molding its power, causing its intangible essence to manifest and elongate in an instant¹ with a 20 meter extension. His stikes were blinding to say the least, enough so that even a fully matured sharingan would have had trouble keeping up, even with its precognitive abilities. Needless to say these three lightning fast strikes cosigned the beginning of the end. The first strike was a upward slant, coming from the left hand(never said which hand) he used to reach and through his right shoulder. Without even a fraction of a second to spare the second strike came horizontally across the boys neck, attempting to behead him.

And finally, last but not least, the final strike that comprised the famous trio, came forth immediately after its previous, going down at a slant from his left shoulder down to the right side of his waist². Given the speed of his strikes (and the first one) this would have prevented his arm from even swinging forward to throw whatever it was he was reaching. This fight was over - or at least Jubei believed it to be.

• Kyuushen (Weapon Sharpness)

Things, well, just got interesting. The more distant shinobi simply made a bigger between Jubei and the ninja that stood to his front. The fellow seemed frightened in a sense, wasting a perfectly good body flicker, and for what reason, being startled by the voice of a encroaching enemy? Jubei was highly disappointed in the shinobi of this generation - so frightful and so fragile. Nevertheless his tactful position was comprimised as the ninja afront (jin) seemed to acknowledge his presence, but not as a threat. Either this guy had a insurmountable urge to trust others, or he simply viewed Jubei as this weak, hapless man incapable handling his own. Nevertheless it wasn't anything to incite combat - not yet

"Look like these two are going to duke it out, this'll be a fairly beneficial opportunity, finally seeing what these 'shinobi' are actually capable of."

His tone was low and cold, so much so it'd be fairly difficult for any other to heed his words. Ready to sit back and hopefully enjoy a fairly decent battle between opposing forces, his body sunk lower to the earth, coming to a gentle kneel upon both knees - ready to unleash his bushido.

Trekking through the dense dunes of Kaze no kuni was no easy task, at least without his branzen armour to protect him from its massive and encompassing heat. Nevertheless the journey would have to have been made in order for him to reach the land of pervasive rock - Tsuchi no kuni. Having been separated by borders, it took one to travel from one country to another just to reach their destination. With his trusty companion sealed at Jubei's waist, he'd continue to be on his way, marching steadfast with the weight of the samurai's honor hanging from his back. It'd easily take him several hours to reach the land of rock, but he'd get there no matter how long it'd take.