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.
The senbon, Sanu, none of that mattered anymore as the earthen warrior, with but a single seal, triggered the exploding tag. With that proximity, he tore into his own flesh for a quick death, but was almost certain to take his foe out too with the fierce explosion.
The puppet successfully destroyed the clone. But that mattered no more, for it came to the finale.
What followed were two moves, albeit quite foolish for Kobushi considering the foe’s use of ration. It mattered not. It was time to take a chance. During his foe’s charge, Kobushi proceeded with his own, hands performing seals. When he was eleven meters from the foe, exactly then, he stomped on the ground furiously, sending it into a wild shake, surely to knock the foe off balance, perhaps even make him trick. This is where Kobushi took the chance, continuing with his charge to close the ten meters –during- the quake, he himself was immune to the effects, as his very body changed its properties when the right hand touched the left. Then he pulled forth a tagged kunai.
His body became four times heavier, an incredible weight increase finely employed as he struck towards his presumably unbalanced foe, right fist targeting the chest, specifically the solar-plexus. Additionally, the kunai will certainly stick into the flesh, if not be downright fatal. Should the strike connect, not only will it be horribly painful due to the increased weight, but also knock the wind out of the foe. But a defensive maneuver was also necessary. As the foe’s hand came towards his head, Kobushi used his left hand to knock them aside, towards the right, slightly leaning towards the same direction to increase the momentum of his strike. The deflection fell easier due to the quake which certainly unbalanced the foe. Of course his arm would be paralyzed should this offensive maneuver succeed, but that mattered not with the heavy fist darting towards the foes chest. Kobushi’s own hand would feel the effects of the shock, the plasma ball, but he was prepared to exchange pain. His blow, with the mighty force behind it, along with the kunai, that was a necessary price to pay to finish this battle man to man.
The senbon struck the clone truly, tearing into the rocky figure, causing it to disperse. The ones which head to the original, unfortunately, were easily avoided due to the great distance of almost twenty five meters. Hence, the earthen warrior reached the bottom of the statue with his run, avoiding the tiny projectiles. And at the bottom, his hands burst into a series of seals.
Both the remaining clone, near where the first kunai had previously stuck, and Kobushi himself burst into their hand seals. The time had come to finish this. He would have no more of this. Both techniques took only a single second, but Kobushi delayed his by the slightest millisecond to allow the clone to act first. With the clone's technique, a river flowed forth from its feet. Of course this river would not interrupt the foe at all, and its purpose became known only through Yurasu's own seals, which caused a fierce, serpentine dragon head to appear from within the river, shooting forth two projectiles of mud, each five meters wide. Rapidly they flew towards the foe, for whom evasion would be all the more difficult as he was hanging from a wire. Should they connect, certainly he will be quite a bit injured, if not fall onto the grounds.
The foe’s moves were quite smooth as he used the clone for deflection and concealment, but his moves were not hidden entirely as Yurasu was still in his run at a slightly elevated position, not yet having reached the bottom. The foe descended more quickly due to the explosion and the wire, giving the earthen warrior that positional advantage. Regardless, knowing the exact location of the foe was unimportant for the time being.
The two clones finished their hand seals. The first clone, which stood where the kunai had been thrown into the wall, poured its chakra into the ground and slammed both palms onto the ground, causing the very earths to rise from beneath the water . Thirty meters in total rose from the grounds, changing the watery battle fields to an environment which Yurasu preferred. Then the clone tore the kunai with the wire from the wall.
The second clone came to a short pause in the hand seals before continuing them, finishing not long after the ordeal with the ration clone deflecting the kunai had been done. With the completion of the seals, the grounds beneath the foe, thirty meters as a whole, morphed into the form of a cone which drew in anything that stands upon it to a cruel death. The foe was still in the air, but as soon as he would land on the grounds, his body will be exposed, and the distance to cover was quite large. As the descend would take some time, he would face strong, if not the full suction of the fiendish hell. The cone originated directly ahead of the clone, leaving it unharmed. Meanwhile, the original, the creator of the clones, reached the bottom of the statue and continued closing the distance.
Chidoukaku (Earth Shift Core) [75 EXP] Rank: D, C, B, A, S Type: Supplementary / Doton Ninjutsu / Iwagakure Secret Technique Range: See special! Handseals: Yes Chakra: Very Low - Very High Special: Brings forth natural earth from one's surroundings for the sake of usage. Highest rank known establishes the rank of Doton jutsu one can use from these sources; amount one can extract from their surroundings is determined by the user's 'Earth Dominion' range. Keep in mind extraction must be logical; i.e. you can't use this on the damn moon. Description: Doton • Chidoukaku is an Earth Element technique unique to ninja of Stone. After forming the needed hand seals and placing their palms to the ground, the Iwa shinobi can change the height of the targeted region of earth that may otherwise exist in areas previously unthougth - like from under sand, or from below lake. This allows the ninja to use the natural earth surroundings without creating new Doton, as well as bringing out any earth they would otherwise be unable to access. Domain: Doton. Earth Dominion. Iwagakure.
Arijigoku (Inescapable Hell) [75 EXP] Rank: D, C, B, A, S Type: Supplementary / Doton Ninjutsu Range: See special! Handseals: Yes Chakra: Very Low - Very High Special: Creates a crater underneath a victim within the user's 'Earth Dominion' range which sucks them in deep underground. Distance at which they could be sucked in depends on the user's 'ED' distance. Crater always will be slightly larger than the victim that's being absorbed.
• D: Full Turn suction • C: 3/4 th's of a turn • B: Half of a turn • A: 1/4 th's of a turn • S: Near-Instant!
Description: Doton • Arijigoku is a Ninjutsu utilizing the Earth Element. After forming the needed hand seals, the user will create a conical crater below their opponent that serves to suck in an opponent. If trapped, this twisting, sinking pit will pull the target below ground to imprison and suffocate them. Domain: Doton. Earth Dominion.
reached for a kunai on his pouch, the metal’s gleam suppressed by white-
In the instant where the puppet deflected the kunai with its own blade, Yurasu, with but a single hand seal, triggered the exploding that that had been attached onto it. With a fiery roar it erupted. The genin was uncertain on whether or not it struck the puppet, and if it succeeded, whether it lead to its destruction, but that for the moment was unimportant, for like the whirlpool, it was a simple distraction.
Unfortunately a problem arose in the form of the foes repositioning. Yurasu came to a quick halt upon noticing the foes action, returning to the statue upon which he stood, and ran downwards along the statue, eyes following the descending foe. As he dashed, he reached into his pouch again to throw a kunai at the descending foe, this time targeted at the legs. Also, during this run, again Yurasu’s hands formed seals at a hastened pace yet again, taking but a single second. One clone rose from the wall where the kunai had been thrown and the other at the bottom of Madara’s statue, standing at what little ground awaited at the bottom. Both clones, immediately upon appearing, begun their own set of seals.
In that moment when the foe burst into action to pull forth the scroll, Yurasu acted himself, fingers beginning their dance at a hastened pace. His hand seals, like the calling of the puppet, took only a second. He knew not what to expect of this puppet and to remain in the distance against such a fine piece of weaponry will simply lead to his death. Hence, a distraction was necessary, one whose effects became evident after the second it took to form its seals, followed by slamming both palms onto the ground.
The grounds beneath the foe shifted, morphed as the very statue upon which he stood became imbued with the fury of doton. The earth whirled, a radius covering the entire top of the statue, as if it were a vortex of water, eager to crush Agito’s feet. While the technique was only fatal should he remain in that area, Yurasu’s plan was to hinder his movement, force him to act, hence making the puppet more difficult to control. Upon the creation of the whirlpool, Yurasu, as he rose again, reached for a kunai on his pouch, the metal’s gleam suppressed by white, and he flung it mightily towards the foe’s chest. Not only would he have to deal with the whirling earths beneath, but the approaching kunai. Again he reached for his belt to pull forth a kunai as he ran towards the foe in an arc, chakra allowing him to cling to the water.
Doton Ryouuken (Earth Dominion) ; B; 30 Meter Range
Retsudo Tenshou (Revolving Split Earth Palm) [75 EXP] Rank: D, C, B, A, S Type: Offensive / Doton Ninjutsu Range: See special! Handseals: Yes. Chakra: Mid - Very High Special: The whirlpool is created with the victim(s) always at the center. User’s Earth Dominion rank determines the size and range of the whirlpool. The higher the rank known of this technique, the larger and more dangerous the churning rocks, boulders and the whirlpool itself will be. Can only be performed within an area with natural earth and rock. Description: This technique allows the ninja to control nearby stone and rock, allowing them to create a circular whirlpool of earthen death for their opponent’s to enjoy. When the ninja forms the needed handseals and slams their palm to the ground, surrounding rock around their victims will begin to churn and twist up crushing all those trapped within it. Domain: Doton. Earth Dominion.
Yurasu stood upon the statue of the First Hokage, his breath heavy as he glared into the distance, a figure approaching. What was he to do? Uncertainty often overwhelmed the bearded man’s mind, tingling his senses, his very confidence. But now was not the time for such foolishness, such insecurities, for he was unwelcome here and a battle shall certainly soon erupt. The man’s left hand tenderly caressed the beard as his blue eyes lingered on the figure, heavy breath coming to a halt.
He was armed quite well, with a grenade, several kunai, and exploding tag, all strapped for quick reach. A fine weapon, the Kusarigama, also hung from the belt, strapped tightly to the left side.
The call for help brought the young Shikigami to his senses again, fully, and the adrenaline began to flow, fear pushed back deeply into the mind as he inserted the kunai into the pouch once more and began to weave his hands, the formations of seals initiated. Were he not to act the girl will lose her life, and Akutou rather not have the death of an innocent on his mind, a loss of life caused by personal futility. Men and women were murdered, brutally slaughtered throughout the world and little did he care, but to see such a macabre crime with his own eyes tore that cloud of indifference from the mind, replacing it with hatred, frustration, and most importantly of all, a desire to act.
Upon completing the seal a rather curious event occurred – paper manifested forth from his hands, crumbled together – the manipulation of that parchment was the defining ability of the shikigami. The bandit changed his objective upon nothing the handseals, moving from the girl to charge towards Akutou, a sardonic smile on the lips. The paper aided little for intimidation as it appeared utterly armless. From the Shikigami’s body it flew forth towards the assaulting bandit, who was not ten meters away. It took only moments for the crumbled paper to fly towards the curmudgeon; soon he would meet his end.
Upon having covered the distance, Akutou, with but a mere mental command allowed the imbued properties to function, sending an explosion roaring loudly, tearing in the thugs skin, flesh, and bones. Blood splattered as the fury tore him apart. He was safe, death so distant. But Akutou wanted to remain no more. Spinning quickly on his legs, he ran, simply fled into the deep meadows of the forest.
Fear is deadly. It inhibits. It constrains. At times it prevents death, but should the Shikigami not act soon, the sweet embrace of life’s end would soon too clench him tightly. Heavily Akutou shook, body trembling in entirety. When a man faces challenges as these, he must act, but his refusal to do so was a sign of his own foolishness, of his own youth; the young are often seen as the forgers of a new generation, but that ideal was asinine, for they are no different than children of the past. Young whippersnappers in a war torn world.
The girl’s shouting brought him into reality once again, that slight flicker of awareness ramming the senses with the truth of the situation. Feebly the Shikigami stood, legs still at a wild dance and hands scarcely functioning as he pulled forth a kunai, trembling hands quickly losing grip as the metal fell to the grounds. Kneeling, Akutou gripped it yet again, fists furiously pressing against the hilt, knuckles whitening. Taking a deep breath the child attempted to regain his focus, to little avail.
Quickly the bandit came rushing in towards the Shikigami, but he did not move despite the curmudgeon moving in quickly. Only ten meters away the thug was, a sneer across his features. What was he to do in a time like this, where action is vital, but where the mind cannot think of a single possibility, a single proper reaction for this situation.
With each moment the sun’s nonchalant hatred intensified as her heat bashed down onto the sands. Sweat dripped from Akutou’s brow, the worsening weather parching his throat within moments. With the limited water, the Shikigami will certainly meet death in the damned wastes should he remain. With a grunt he pulled the cloak close, covering his hairs with the hood. Foolish of him to have not considered the alternative earlier to shelter from the heat, as surely that simplified matters a tad bit, and lessened the severity of the misfortunate situation.
Winds blew in the distance, carrying the sands high. A thick, brown cloud formed, the miniscule grains grinding against rocks as they approached rapidly. ”Sandstorm.” the Shikigami muttered furiously under his breath, mood worsening upon realizing that no water was left. The day became more wretched by the moment, as if the Gods had placed a curse upon the Akutou, nature’s adversity ever taunting. With a nod the Shikigami departed, using what little energy he had left to burst into a run towards shelter.
The sweet dance of the leaves and tender caress of the winds was but a damned taunt, a saccharine contrast to the true terrors of the world. Had the souls of men been blessed with such a delicate duty, wives and children would weep no more. But the fate of the soul was sealed when the first weapon was swung, dooming men to a perpetual struggle, one in which Akutou was but a mere victim. Thirteen he was, but already he had grown uncaring, utterly indifferent, as evident by the impassionate gaze laid upon the corpses of the bandits in the distance. Death was a cruel mistress, to any and all, except to the living –of course- and with such a grim acceptance the Shikigami began to go through the world, blessed with his every breath, subsistence itself.
At this point he simply did not give a damn, retorting to the girls kunai with a simple shrug as he dropped onto his buttocks. Akutou simply did not want to go on anymore. To walk without a purpose, what had he hoped to accomplish with that? Did he, even remotely, believe that a guideless journey could lead him to anything of success, of wonder and serenity? Foolish of him. ”I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
[/i] he replied to Tsuki with a loud shout before falling onto his back. The Shikigami had lost his will to continue. Exhaustion, misery, frustration, all of the negative emotions suddenly collapsed, rammed into his senses as Akutou began to understand the reality of the situation. He had nothing anymore.
Unbeknownst to him, a bandit followed him for nearly an hour before he encountered the girl. Behind a tree, twenty meters to Akutou’s right the curmudgeon stood, stepping forth to reveal a grizzled figure. A scar ran along the right cheek, a thick, aged blade wound, the skin around infected. Blond hairs reached past his shoulders, gleaming under the mornings light, surprisingly well kept in comparison to his clothing. A filthy, torn, white tunic covered his upper body, several blood stains on the left sleeve. Short trousers scarcely reached past his knees, carrying so much grime that the white appeared almost brown and green. Snickering, the thug stepped forth, a curved dagger in his hand.
In a burst of shock, Akutou pushed himself up, eyes shifting towards the bandit. Fear drowned his senses. He had learned how to fight, but actually engaged in battle with a seemingly murderous man, how was he to react or even survive? Commonly he just fled when matters grew threatening. Petrified, he stood motionless, a nervous gaze shifting towards Tsuki. Perhaps she was of greater help, should the Shikigami remain numbed by the state of terror.
Graciously the Shikigami accepted the canteen, thanking the man with a nod. Fiercely he tore off the top and swallowed the water within, the sweet liquid moistening his throat and refilling Akutou with a renewed vigor. With a heavy sigh he fell onto his buttocks, the hot sand nearly burning his skin through even the clothing. Carefully he observed the man, his breath heavy from nearly finishing the canteen with a single gulp. With a shake of his head Akutou declined the clothing Bartholomew offered. ”Prefer what I have on.” the Shikigami confirmed grimly, voice less raspy due to the water.
Akutou thought the desert to be rather desolate; what little life skulked around was either venomous, needlessly aggressive, or downright hostile. Rarely did the Shikigami feel the need to rely on vulgarities, but frustration and anger had reached their zenith. ”Damn this shit-hole. Endless wastes are like the unshaven hell of a whores bottom.”
[/color] the man grumbled with narrowed gaze. Quite frankly, he felt hopeless in this hellish, rotten, gutter, and was uncertain whether Bartholomew would make the misery any better. Akutou fell silent, simply shaking his head and muttering furiously under his breath. Why was he even here? Had fate taken such a dislike for him that it dumped him in this void? He hated Kaze no Kuni.
His ears perked at the mention of a mission. ”What’s the task?”[/i] he inquired, pushing himself up to a standing position again, sand burning the palms. Mayhap the Shikigami had found something to do, so was his desperate desire, for work in the mines had grown tedious and utterly wretched. He rather risk his life foolishly than handle a pick axe again. Yet again he grumbled furiously under his breath at the mere thought of having to return to the mines. ”Think I can help? Had not much else to do. Feel as if I’ve been futile.”[/i]
The young child was but thirteen years old, but he was at a scurry through the lands, legs aching and breath heavy. War had struck, unleashing her very fury upon the earth’s. Within that chaos lied an affirmation carried only by the mighty imposing their will; the desire to change. Be it out of some distorted sense of righteousness or a lingering, incomprehensible complex none other than the assailants knew. What truly mattered were the lives lost, the homes destroyed, and wills crushed, for that stain shall forever remain a reality. To disregard the terror that came was foolish.
Akutou was a fool. With a grim disregard for the massacre that spat upon the world he made his way through Kusa no Kuni, the lush jungles indifferent to this ephemeral period of history. The Shikigami had been underway for almost an entire day, simply walking without true aim. His body had grown weak, but fortunately humans were quite capable when it came to endurance, as evident by his continued push. Sluggishly the foolish child walked, a combination of fear, anger, and frustration registering in his mind. He did not want to face any more dangers. Explosions had rung around him several days ago, and stricken with fear, he simply fled from Bakudon Gai.
The world had become a cesspool. Filth built upon filth as the rapscallions of a new age rolled in their own piss. Comradery had faded into nothingness as one’s own life was of greatest importance, the human selfishness most evident in times of troubles as these. The Shikigami feared for his own safety even after the escape, should bandits be on the loose, the dirt-stained fingers of such scoundrels quick to strike. What would become of this world? A child as young as he knew nothing of that, was at a complete loss, an utter subjugation of the sense of self. Never before had he been so confused.
A flicker of hope? A figure lingered in the distance, a young girl not much older than he. Still the child was wary as with deliberate steps he closed the distance, using the trees for cover as his impartial, narrowed gaze drew in her features. Was this a mere trap, or did Akutou suffer from excessive paranoia? The latter merely served in favor of self-interest. With a grunt he took the greatest risk of all, twenty meters away from the girl, and shouted loudly, voice ringing through the jungles. ”Best be gone from here. The world is raging. Fighting everywhere.”
Using the distance as a slight advantage, Akutou burst into a series of seals, his hands at a wild dance as the chakra began its flow. Paper began to flutter from his lithe figure 1, that manipulation but a simple act for the shikigami, for within that control lied their abilities. With that application of chakra, a specific property was granted to that paper, the capability to explode similarly to a tag 2 The parchment gained a life of its own as it gathered five meters in front of Akutou to form a split image of his opponent 3. Immediately upon completing the seals, his hand reached into the pouch to pull forth a kunai, arm raising and dropping rapidly to release the metal projectile, thrown in a high arc so as to pass above the clone. The throw was rather inaccurate, as it was rushed, hence it would land several meters before the foe rather than striking him directly.