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.
Hiro watched in wonder as to how a kunai seemingly deflected off this man. While he did bear armor, it didn't seem to be composed of such material to do such a thing. He assumed it was caused by a technique, but he spent little thought on it. Instead he figured he should handle the matter at hand, as his opponent began weaving seals. He forwarded to the man with a Shunpo, stopping half a meter away. It seems his timing only allowed him to be in front of him as the technique finished.
Forced to move quick, he moved forward the hilt of his Shotel, already drawn before the Shunpo, to slam into his enemy's diaphragm. To follow up, if the man brought forth no counter, he would use his open hand to bring a quick jab square in the man's nose. Together the combo would cut off his wind temporarily while the jab an attempt to throw him off balance.
The attack being swift, he used a second shunpo to evade the lava bringing himself to his left, farther from the third man[Sachi] and closer to the man who just created a very tantalizing fire[Koketsu]. He moved the whole ten meters, bringing himself outside the lava sheet's range. He glanced to the man he assualted, he checked to see his current condition, wondering how he'd react to the lava descending upon him, and if he could still fight. In all honesty, the newly lit fire turned into a much more appealing situation then what this fight is.
Hiro found himself mused with the situation. Here he was with two others, all contrasting majorly on views on this battle it appeared; a perfect prelude to battle. The man garnished in some odd dynastic clothing turned into an interesting one, quick to hurl after throwing a couple of words. Either his disapproval of war caused this, or he had a wild binge the previous night.
After maintaining himself momentarily, he called out Hiro's ethics. The man humbly replied, "Why yes, I do." Soon after he was referred to as a 'curmudgeon,' an insult he would react to heinously if he understood what it meant.
Meanwhile, it appeared this spectacle became eye candy for a man in the distance, one whose speech suggested he was one of power. Wherever he was located, the non-ninja could figure he was facing him, by general location of sound. He even spared a warning to Hiro, which pleased him. Yet simple allegiance wasn't enough for him. There always has to be a catch, "'Pends how much it pays!" He bellowed in response to the distant leader. "But I'll kill this guy for you!" He screamed enthusiastically, throwing his kunai at the man[Katsumaru] as his hand was motioning for a kunai. If he didn't dodge, the projectile would have a bad encounter with the enemy's rib cage.
Unless interrupted, he would immediately follow up by drawing his Shotel with the same hand that threw the kunai. His vision was wary of the two people before him, and awaiting a response from this man who called him out.
Havoc at it's peak. Flames roared over the conflagration of random buildings, most likely not involved in the conflict at all. The sounds of lives departing bodies, blood spilling the earth, of both bystanders and enemies. Hiro hadn't encountered such a sight since his tangle in that cursed war. The man watched in awe, jaw dropped, muttering, "...So beautiful."
It would be against his person for him to not join in the bloodshed. He had no awareness of the situation, nor how the conflict originated. His desire to pillage increased though, and he eagerly dashed into the midst of battle. He was a distance away observing, yet it would change quickly.
In preparation, he drew a kunai with his right hand, a retractable wrist blade fastened beneath the sleeve of his left arm. Broadsword attached by his back, and shotel sheathed at his right side, his diverse weaponry was visibly present for any man who encountered him.
His decision became where to join the party. Every direction a few people were attacking each other, it was like a child looming through Christmas presents. One scene grabbed his attention merely for it's aloofness. ”You will accomplish nothing! Cease this fighting!” A lone man bellowed. Hiro turned his attention to this man, a surprisingly close five meters away, finding his cries somewhat humorous. The man appeared close to his age, despite his yells, dressed in a battle like outfit. "Would we really accomplish anything by stopping?!" Hiro joyously said in rebuttal. "A man of your age has to have witnessed things like this before. Yet you search for some bullshit like what? Peace?" He had a small laugh following this. His arms were outstretched to show he was referring to the war before them. "There is no hope! Just enjoy the fun of chaos!"
Hiro felt like he dragged on for too long. He was denying himself the fun he boasted. Around the same time he spoke another person entered. A boy, though Hiro knew better than to class someone based on age. He didn't say anything to him, he was more than sure that the young one heard him as well. This newcomer had about 12 meters of distance from him. What he was more curious to see was what would be the first reaction.
Hiro grew bored of his adventures in Kaminari no Kuni. The country was losing that flare it had when he first found it. It had many steep cliffs, the occasional greenery, and plenty of storms. He enjoyed it, it had it's morbid turns. Yet he couldn't help but feel he wasn't enjoying the rest of the world enough. He knew the world was going down the chute soon, so he may as well see what fun he can have in the different lands. Don't mistaken him for a man who likes travelling, but he has spent too long in this country regardless.
He started his travel with a simple walk. No need to rush, he didn't even have a destination in mind. Hell, he was more into looking for anything he could break at the moment, walking was getting boring. The environment remained as dull and droopy as it always was. The occasional tree crossed his path, succumbing to his sadist impulses and destroying it. No animals, or even better, humans, went by to become his muse.
Walking proved to be beneficial though. He finally reached a new country, at least that's what he believed. The land was a little different. The ground, while rugged, was surely different from that of Kaminari no Kuni. Much dryer, the land seemed absent of rain. With general knowledge and simple assumptions, he claimed himself to be in Tsuchi no Kuni. The new question is what does he do now...
The man proved himself cautious. If only Hiro cared enough to applaud him for it. No, such a simple dodge had only angered the attacker. Did this man think he could get the better of his foe with a simple step to his right?! Now he was sure this man would die at his hands. Luckily the man didn't distance himself too far from Hiro, making this a cinch. And of course due to his punch missing, his sword swing was properly interrupted, and he would not attack in such a method.
It was natural instinct for the predator to pursue the prey, so he moved forth, with a simple hop to catch the man as he performed his first step. Simultaneously, he dropped his broadsword to lighten the weight he was carrying, and allowing him to counter quickly and with both hands open. This motion would effectively throw him out of the range of the attack that was initiating behind him as well, though the non-ninja was little aware of this.
Hiro landed slightly to the man's left, his right, then moved swiftly. Utilizing his abilities in the art of Goken, he dynamically swung his right leg out to swipe the enemy's legs throwing him off balance if successful, in a fast moving 180 spin to gain. Following up was a quick hook with his right fist to the man's back, at the same time he reached for an exploding note in his pouch with his other hand.
Luckily he'd have the time to execute all these movements before a second step could be taken, due to the unfortunate mistake to wait until the ash being conjured behind him was completed.[as stated in your post] Even if it moved at twice the speed of a kunai, it would still take a couple seconds to cover a thirty meter span.
If both hits connected, his enemy would be put in a state where he'd be falling frontwards with the new force off his hook punch. Swinging both arms forward, his right to clasp the back of his enemy's tunic, and the left to stick the exploding note on the man's chest. Immediately after, he would throw the man, still gripping onto the back of his shirt, so that he would at least tumble forward a distance far enough to bring him in the range of his own volcanic ash, Hiro just recently noticing the cloud, realizing what he created with his handseals, decided to see what the ash would do to it's master.
Recalling his own bunshins he created for what now seemed pointless, he pondered if he could have some fun with them. They both began a dash forward, concealed within the volcanic ash.
Dynamic • Action (Dainamikku • Akushon) (75) Rank: Dx3 Type: Offensive / Taijutsu Range: 0 - 5 meters Stamina: Low Special: Up to one punch and kick can be performed per use, plus one more of each one each time retrained. Description: Without warning, the user launches themselves at the opponent from whichever stance they were holding at whichever angle they can come in, and proceed to deliver a barrage of weak but quick punches and kicks. Domain: Goken.
Obviously enough, as soon as Hiro was walking and beginning the prerequisites of his jutsu, the opponent retaliated without haste. His jutsu though, one that only required one hand seal, would finish in an instant, and two intangible clones would appear two the non-ninja's left and right. Immediately after he charged, knowing he had to beat the man to the draw. His setback was the weaving of hand seals[4-6 for a C Rank worth].
He took off, at near-impossible to perceive speeds. Using Shunpo as a support, he moved forth 16 and a half meters, bringing him towards his enemy. Just as the target was finishing his hand seals, he threw a quick but hard punch, that would meet the foe in his solar plexus. The strength and gained momentum would equal to horrible pain for the weak point, enough to knock the wind out of him. If he was determined on finishing the seals, he wouldn't be able to dodge.
Unless somehow interrupted, Hiro followed up by swinging his broadsword, moving fluid like, connecting it with the neck, aiming to slice his enemy's head off for a quick and delightful finish.
Bunshin no Jutsu (Clone Technique) (30) Rank: Ex6 Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu Range: 0 - 5 meters Chakra: Very Low Special: Allows the user to create a clone without substance that resembles the user in every way, including retaining its movement speed. Clones cannot mold chakra nor perform jutsu, nor can they harm. Up to one clone can be made, plus one more each time retrained. Description: Henge no Jutsu is a very basic ninjutsu technique which every ninja learns at their respective village's Shinobi Academy. Henge allows the user to transform themselves into any person or object. This allows the ninja to move with stealth or to trick their opponents. Domain: Academy Ninjutsu
Shunpo (Flashing Light Steps) (150) Rank: Dx6 Type: Supplementary / Taijutsu / High-Speed Movement Range: 0 - 10 meters Stamina: Low Special: Shunpo is much like Shunshin, a forward-moving high-speed technique that transports the user across a short space in the blink of an eye. When used, the user will rush almost instantly to wherever they are facing. The user can Shunpo once per thread, plus once more each time retrained. One cannot attack or perform techniques during Shunpo. Description: Shunpo, a Taijutsu master's response to the Body Flicker Technique, relies solely on the user's ability to harness their inner ki and gain enough stamina to withstand the sudden strain imposed on one's legs. However, once properly trained, the Taijutsu Type will find their legs moving at speeds unknown to common man, to the point most would make the foolish mistake of assuming one is using Shunshin. However, unlike that chakra inspired run, Shunpo is pure stamina and movement skill, allowing for tighter, quicker, and more reactionary movements essential for someone that relies on movement. Although Shunpo itself moves in a single line, its many variations is what makes it so lethal. Domain: Shunpo - Universal Taijutsu.
A man, who stopped his movements a distance of twenty meters from Hiro, had entered his vision long before that. Eager to see his thoughts were not just him becoming crazy, he happily stood, before the man would finish walking, putting him at a less disadvantaged starting position. He need not to mince words, this man's stare was enough to piss him off. It was irritating. People who stared at other were asking for a fight. His smile was devilish, but at the same time, looked appeased.
Beginning a walk towards his mentally declared nemesis, his broadsword still loosely in his hand. He looked at the nearby surroundings, spotting three logs within a five meter radius, he prepped a jutsu, acknowledging every action the man would take, wary to dodge. Make it fun. He thought to himself.
The battlefield was set on a grassy field. Grass was freshly cut and healthy, each blade no more than two inches tall and bright green. What made the field more aloof though was the multiple tree stumps. They scattered the area, not too many, though individual sections of logs that are the remains of all the chopped down trees. In total, any log or tree stump was one to two meters away from another one. Any twigs or branches of any trees have been trimmed off, and are assembled in a single, somewhat neat pile outside the area of what used to be a forest. This area takes a rectangular shape with surface dimensions 30x40 meters.
Here Hiro sat calmly on a tree stump, his breath finally restored. He loosely held the hilt of his broadsword, and glanced to his shotel which was sheathed, attached to his left hip. Thirty minutes had passed, and the brute had finally recovered from the fatigue of his exercise that he was bored enough to try. He spotted a few trees chopped down, and decided to finish the job while there was nothing to kill. Not until he had finished would he acknowledge the pointlessness of this stupid "work-out." It just wasn't the same without bloodshed.
A grim smirk arose from his face, he glanced around side to side, as if expecting someone. Blood lust was rising, he needed to appease it. Some urge made him get the feeling that there was a decent foe awaiting him, somewhere. He would not move, as if to taunt the man to attack. He enjoyed toying with these thoughts, waiting for the enemy he couldn't even prove was present.
Moving down the aisle created between two rows of crops, Hiro glanced to see the different diverse assortment of fruits, vegetables, grain, and other things popular for sale. He could understand this man would be well off, which would also explain why someone found this place a useful place to make their home.
An offsetting site was the laborers though. They all seemed pretty miserable, except for the ones who had the privilege to flog others. A small chuckle came from Hiro's mouth, as it became obvious why he wasn't into hiring a ninja to handle this job.
Continuing down the path, no concern towards the shrieks of pain nor cracking of whips, he spotted a makeshift house composed of various branches and rocks. While poor quality and little protection, it was quite well constructed. Shame he had to wreck it. Intuition led him to think that whoever he needed to capture sat their right in his grasp, which led him to decide it wouldn't be fun to capture them all so quickly.
Observing the different things he had to work with, believing he could save his weapons for later, not wishing to clean blood off them for such a frivolous matter, he spotted a nice sized rock. Picking it up, it was small enough for him to hold with one hand, but sturdy enough for him to toss and cause some havoc. An enticed smile, he hurled the rock in the direction of the weak shelter. The rock tore through the house as if it was made of paper. The family that lay within the compound, fled in distress. With this he made mental notes of who he would be hunting. A middle-aged lady with a dark tan, presumably the mother, wrapped in warm clothes; two children, boy and girl, each wearing tattered t-shirts and shorts, no shoes. He looked back to see a teenage boy whose shin met the rock head on, as he lay in the ground on pain.
"You'll make a good hostage." He uttered morbidly, walking over to him, no worry of him trying to escape as he appeared to have either a fracture or something pretty damn close and just as painful. To Hiro's surprise, the man forced himself to stand, using a table that was most likely the focal point of their house. He quickly shifted his vision to where his family ran, considering the same most likely, then turned back, bringing his fists up to his face, making it obvious he'd be the hero and stop the hired vagabond. A more astonishing thing is Hiro felt sorry enough to not kill him, his last thought before in fighting range of the boy.
In arms reach of each other, the non-ninja saw no point in using a weapon to apprehend him, though he left his right hand edging towards one of his packs as a precaution. The teenager swung out a punch, clearly putting all his effort into it, aiming for the attacker's nose. A simple motion backwards safely put Hiro's face out of range, then grabbing the arm which threw the punch firmly. Quickly he shot out his other hand to reach for the back of his foe's head, then smashing the face of the victim into the wooden table. With little effort he had subdued him.
He pulled the face up to view him, inspecting the results. The nose was definitely broken, watching blood steadily flow. The boy was conscious, but in too much pain to struggle other than a small flail here and there. "And now I have leverage." Hiro smiled pleasantly.