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The last wolf, the alleged 'alpha' had been all that remained. It growled and snarled with vengeful noises, angered by the fact that its pack had been dispatched with little to no effort at all. Who did these wolves think they were exactly? Kiijin was the only true beast within Mizu no kuni, and with sharks being very territorial creatures, well, he hadn't been too pleased with that. The alpha charged forward with deepseated rage, and quickly Kiijin withdrew his trusted blade, Ardemus, and harnessed the powers of poseidon's waters as he pointed its tip directly towards the dog. From there a cutting jet of water sped forth from the blades tip and decapitated the alpha in the process.

With all five wolves done for, Kiijin had him a grand feast and refused to leave any remains behind, the teeth of a shark could tear through anything. With his stomach full, he simple returned home, reporting in his completed mission.

And there it was, a single wolf, black for with red eyes, which stared into Kiijin's own which screamed with malicious intent. With both killer eyes locking onto one another, it had been then that only one of them were going to actually be allowed to walk away as the victor. However, it seemed that the wolf had other things planned as 4 of its pack members emerged from behind the tree line to its side. With the 5 wolves all lined up horizontally, standing roughly 5 meters from Kiijin's positions. It could have only gone downhill from there.

Kiijin engaged first, bursting forward with a high speed run, and in turn the four wolves that surrounded the middle-man came forward to, all of which leapt forward to kiss Kiijin's flesh with their inferior maw's. Poor poor dogies, they'd been so ignorant to the powers of the Hoshigake. Both hands from the Hoshigake raised and popped one of the wolves straight in the motuh with a one, two straight combo. With both blows having landed, the wolf had been knocked unconscious, but the others refused to stop.

His lungs filled with a perfect mixture of mist and air, basking in its aquatic goodness as a long and loud "Ahhh" came from his mouth. His healthy lungs caused that specific sound to crackle into the air as he began looking around before having shipped out a blank piece of paper that would soon turn into a properly designed and intricate map for which would have allowed him to locate and successfully mark the den of the wolves that threatened passerby's. Slowly he pressed forward with a ample walk before reaching back into his pockets for a writing utensil. His wide, webbed hands acted to be the perfect table for writing, even when mobile. His keen eyes that functioned far greater than the average human jumped about while concurrently deducing the area a million times over in his head, and a million more on paper.

His nose twitched every few moments, catching a whiff of something unfamiliar within the air, a scented trail that he -as a shark man- knew all too well. It was blood, buy goddamnit it was fresh as it could have possibly been. For a second or two his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his own head as he relished in its sweet sweet smell which only caused his carnal hunger to grow even greater. His trademark grin revealed his serrated teeth, damn near drooling at the mouth at such an opportunity.

Takeda seemed to have taken up, hot on his heels in chasing after the final bandit that remained after the grand explosion blossomed over the area in a flash, but how he activated the combustible ash without the use of a mouth ember was an odd feature to say the least. Nevertheless it hadn't impeded Takeda's pursuit of the final shinobi. Knowing that the fight in itself had essentially been over, the true Kiijin leapt straight down from the tree and landed within the crunching snow.

Quite a distance behind of Takeda, he heard the last living bandit beg for his life, claiming that he wanted to live - as if. The civilians that led the caravan had not been spared, neither then the marked man, so why should he? Kiijin doubted that Takeda would have spared the man, considering' that he remembered Takeda having told him he hungered for justice. Letting Takeda handle his, Kiijin ventured off to the needled victim to feast upon his flesh and blood, satisfying his gruesome hunger before waiting on Takeda to head back home and report their success.

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Foolishness. Kiijin noticed that the sheets of rain soon morphed into soft droplets of snow, Takeda written all over it. With the faux shark-san having already been searching, seeing that a flock of what seemed to be birds headed towards his -and the 'injured'- mans way. The sped forward, transcending across the land with a fine pace but sadly, their course of flight and execution carried many flaws. For one, they lacked strategy, all coming from the front since the 'caster' failed to properly navigate them. However, this turned out to be good for Kiijin' at least his false half.

Letting his hands go from the mans collar, both hands merged together, fingers twisted, folded, and molded. Once complete, the snow that surrounded the general area had in fact registered as a tangible source of water, just with a denser frequency, but that was for later, much later. This, required no source at all; the clones' maw inflated, and with its next breath ejected a pressured jet of repelling water. Spray out but also over the kneeling man, it thwarted the oncoming flock of birds, leaving both the clone and the man in utter safety.

Meanwhile, the real Kiijin hadn't just been sitting up in the tree lines doing nothing, he had still been searching for the faintest of movements as did his other half, but expanding the search would give them a tactical advantage - his own bait. With the use of ardemus and a bit of chakra, Kiijin spawned a duo of clones to the left and right of the former, both of which took off, one heading eastbound, and the other west, looking behind each possible tree.

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|- Mizu Bunshin^x3

|- Suijinheki (Water Encampment Wall)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S [75]
Type: Defensive / Suiton Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Handseals: Yes.
Chakra: D: Low; C, B: Mid; A, S: High
Special: Water barrier blocks attacks of equal rank.
Description: Suijinheki is one of the most impressive Suiton jutsu, and one of the few actually able to defend the user indefinitely from danger. The user will first do a string of hand seals, length varying by rank, and then they proceed to blow out a jet of water from their mouth. This stream moves at high speeds, and after five meters or so from the user, begins to form itself to a size equal and greater to that of the incoming attack, allowing it to act as a water barrier.
Domain: Suiton.

So that had been it. That man was the fifth and missing person from the group, the one that went without a horse. His figure had been displeasing to the eyes, beaten, battered, and near disfigured. Signs of being helpless. Slowly he leaned forward, almost falling to the moist ground, but Kiijin's faux half reached out to curl its fingers about the backs of the mans collar, keeping him from falling forward. And then he continued.

He went on to explain that they traveled towards the east, damn, this meant they'd been going in the word direction? It was no ones fault, besides Kiijin had his prey freshly etched into the forefronts of his mind, there was no escape for them. Not now, not ever. Even within the faux shinobi's firm grip, the man managed to move around and placed himself in a near sitting position, where his cloak whipped to the side, revealing something that he hadn't been expecting.

"Sure thing, just calm the hell down you frickin' safe. But tell me, what the hell are these white markings along your back, can't say I know what the hell they are. Fill me in"

All the while, the real Kiijin looked to Takeda, making sure he coud hear the conversation, he figured he did, given enough concentration, but with the loudness of the rain, he continued to quietly convey the information extracted from the man via movement of the lips without a voice.