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Though he wished he could stay there a little longer, mourning over the loss of so many promising shinobi, he couldn't. There was still things that needed to be done -- Coco had left Bass in charge of Sunagakure during her absence(s), and he intended to make each and every sacrifice mean something; he was going to make her proud.

"Lets get deeze souljas buried," he called out to those nearby. "And ya best be makin' sure da families knowin' they don' lost a love one, ya 'ear me?!"

A booming "hai!" resounded throughout the desert as the remainder of their forces carefully shuttled the bodies into their own coffins (forged of the strongest stone), which were then lifted onto summons of various sorts. They would be returned to their home -- to the earth, where they rightfully belonged.

As for the sand?

Sunagakure was their's, and Bass intended on keeping it that way.

[ Exit ]

"I undastand," Bass replied dryly while nodding his head. It wasn't that he wasn't ecstatic -- the title of Jounin was something he'd aspired for. But, it'd come at a hefty price. It became more apparent as Coco strutted away, vanishing into the distance and darkness.

Bass's eyes were dull. Had they won? The Kazekage was gone, but... Had they won? Was this truly a prize? The warmth of her lips against his cheek was already beginning to fade against the brisk winds sweeping over him, muddling his pale hair with grains of sand.

"Cancel da sealin' team," he spoke into his microphone. "Lady Tsuchikage 'as left me in charge fo' tha time bein'. She be wantin' all medical teams ta set up shop in ta hospital. Ya'll be healin' all of tha woundin', Suna-nin included, but our own take priority."

Leaping back onto his bird, the creature took off toward the Kazekage's manor. "Clear out any stragglers, and be sure ta get a body count on all we don' lost already. I'll be expectin' tha report by sunrise."

[ Exit ]

"I understand." Even with the Kazekage's reserve, Bass's plan was going exceptionally well. Not only had he managed to identify the man before him as the target, but his true identity (Bass's) was still a secret.

Though the situation was getting a little more than hectic on the Tsuchikage's front, Bass managed to keep his cool as his clay bird ascended and moved forward. There wasn't a point in attacking a clone -- he needed to get to the real one. Thankfully, his tracker had let him keep a line of sight on the real Kazekage for quite a distance, up until he moved into the shadows of the building.

But, this minor problem was alleviated-- in a matter of moments --by the Chuunin's ascent and supposed "exit" another sector of the village. Bass stayed close to the rooftops as he moved (avoiding any necessary fire as he did so), which inadvertently gave him a front row seat to the horror that unfolded merely moments later.

Even as dark as the night was, the abyss that ripped from the base of the building and devoured Rosa in a single bite was terrifying. Black flames? He probably would have questioned it more thoroughly had his instincts not kicked in, forcing him to act; it was pure reflex.

Hindered as Soratsu was (from the pain of a single Amaterasu, followed by the immediate second), a window of opportunity had opened for the floating Chuunin. The creature he'd had tailing the the Kazekage from the moment of their meeting erupted from beneath the ground beneath him, coiling around his leg and extending upward to the rest of his body. It's powerful "claw-like" arms clenched into his body, ensuring it wouldn't be removed with a simple shrug. It was a restriction that would've taken no more than a second to execute, and considering the drawbacks of using such a excruciating technique such as the black flames, would have likely occurred before he even realized what happened.

No more than a fraction of a second later, a single seal was formed by the dark-skinned Chuunin from above. The explosion that would rip into Soratsu's body possessed more than enough strength to end his life in an instant. The heat would raze his flesh from nimble porcelain bone, splattering his charred remains and bubbling blood across the scene. The light, itself, would help to illuminate the ruination left behind by the cursed Kazekage.

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Kibaku Nendo • C3 "Shi Shuri" (Exploding Clay • C3 [Specialty #18 Jutsu!])100
Rank: B.
Type: Offensive.
Range: See special!
Handseals: -
Chakra: x2 High.
Special: The more refined version of the lesser C1 jutsu, the C3 specialty allows the user to create a single unique creature. These creatures can either fly, walk, dig or swim (one or the other; cannot combine) regardless of how awkward they may or may not look. These creatures retrain a fairly high level of mobility and maneuverability, and thusly move considerably faster than their C1 counterparts. Only one C3 creation can be conjured at a time. These creations require two blobs of clay to create.
Description: The Kibaku-Nendo's most powerful large scale bomb, it is a terribly powerful use of Blast chakra that can decimate large areas almost instantly. After preparing the explosive clay for this attack into a more portable, handheld form, the miniature clay creation bares an appearance exactly the same as the larger version. Once activated, the bomb instantaneously increases its proportions before being subsequently dropped, where it extends both its "arms" outwards until they are completely horizontal. Upon contact or command, the explosion begins.
Domain: Kibaku-Nendo. Kouguchi Bakuha. Kibaku Iritsuku.

The night had been long. Excruciatingly so.

The skirmish between Sunagakure and Iwagakure had raged on throughout the night, all the way into the early morning. However, it was finally over. The victor was still left unclear, considering the loss of life, but it was over.

Bass had managed to secure the prisoner he'd handed off to one of the many Iwa-nin filtering throughout the sandy streets, hauling her off to a undisclosed location outside of the mountainous gates surrounding Sunagakure. He didn't go too far, not wanting to lose his way, but just enough so that if he decided to let her go, the chances for survival wouldn't be high.

She was already in bad shape. Escaping in this condition, combined with the heat (and other factors like thirst and hunger), wouldn't be her best option.

Tucked beneath the awkward arch of a large stone (roughly thirty meters high), Bass placed the restrained girl down against the earth. She was bound at the wrists and ankles, the first of which were secured tightly behind her back. She'd been stripped of all her weapons and belongings, left with only the singed and ripped attire that still managed to cling to her body. In all honesty, she was practically naked, which probably wasn't a bad thing considering the heat.

Even in the shade, the atmosphere was scorching.

"Wake up," he ordered while nudging the girl's bare abdomens with his foot. "I got some question I be needin' answers to." Once she was conscious, he'd allow her to soak in her surroundings so that she better understood her situation.

"We be miles away from ya pretty lil' village, so ya be dead if ya try and run. Tha heat'll kill ya before ya even get a mile out." Kneeling down before her, no more than two meters away, Bass tilted his head. "So, if ya try 'n run, you'll be dead fo' sure. Now, if ya play nice and answer my questions, I might even give ya a drink befo' I leave."

His eyes narrowed. "We got a deal, hm?"

"Ya can't be so serious all tha time, Azami." Bass's head tilted to the side, stained with a deep frown. "I wasn't tryin' ta upset ya or anythin'; just tryin' ta get ya ta smile a lil' bit. We've done made amends, rememba? Ain't no reason ta still be so uptight an' feisty, mon." Bass had a fairly sharp eye, and even though she'd snuffed out the pink fire creeping along her cheeks, he had seen it. No matter how tough or royal she acted, she was a girl - they loved compliments, especially when they were genuine. There was always something different about something being said in passing, and something being said from the deepest pits of truth.

Standing up straight, Bass stretched. "As fo' what I could use ya skills for, who knows? I mean, ya can make forests at the snap of ya pretty little fingers!" he snapped, punctuating his statement. "That's a pretty powerful ability, y'know? I ain't met too many people that can actually do that kind of thing, ta be completely honest." A knowing smirk crawled across his face. "Between ya wood and my explosions, we could make a pretty deadly team. Controllin' the environment while I leave 'em nasty lil' gifts -- bad news fo' whoever it is we be deadin', of course."

"And, like I said, I won't be kissin' ya again." Another mocking frown replaced his smile. "It was kind of rude of me, but we wasn't frie-- acquaintances, then."

Stepping closer, he dropped into a crouch. "So, tell me a bit about yaself? What's ya favorite color? Favorite drink? Food? Hooby?" One hand wrapped around the headphones on his neck, sliding them away and gesturing them toward her. "Do ya like music? I've got some pretty nasty instrumentals on 'ere, if ya wanna check 'em out for a bit. Ya might even like 'it; really helps ya get into a groove when ya fightin'."

Just a little bit of small talk.