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His eyes swung over towards the bottom corners, looking over to his right shoulder as the nimble legs of a small spider swept across his scales. Despite his scales being durable and harder than most skin, it was quick sensitive to the touch, but he paid no mind to it as it seemed to scurry off in fear. A voice towards the gates called out towards Kiijin, Takeda it seemed after his head and eyes fixated upon his figure upon arrival. Kiijin? Eager? An understatement. He grinned at Takeda's comment, before he'd taken a quick gander at the sky, watching it agitate as the first droplets of water came down in a fine sheet light rain.

"Heh, looks like a storm is approaching, this is good, for both of us actually, should it pick up, it'd make for a suitable cover for espionage."

With that, they had a previous idea of the area in which the Nuke-shinobi occupied, a helpful tip from one of the militarys sensory ninjutsu scouts, at that was left for was for Kiijin and Takeda to handle the situation. Uplifting his muscular body from the tree's bark, he took to the tree tops with muted steps, crouched upon a thick bout some 15 meters off the ground. From there he simply skipped discreetly through the trees, silent and hidden. Ardemus' glow that had usually throbbed with power turned a dull, dark blue, a perfect blend with the lingering mist that cursed this land.

NUKE-NIN?!
RANK: B
NINJA NEEDED: 1-3
MISSION INFO: A TRIO OF CHUUNIN NUKE-NIN HAVE MADE THERE HOME IN THE SOUTHERN FORESTS. THEY RAID CARAVANS AND THE LIKE, TAUNTING THE SHINOBI OF THE COUNTRY TO COME DEAL WITH THEM. GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT

Kiijin, Kirigakure's loyal shark warrior found himself leaning against the rough bark of a hulking tree just outside of Kirigakure's village gates. Arms folded, legs crossed out in a slant, his maw parted with a powerful yawn, hinting away at the boredom that threatened his mind as he waited for Takeda to arrive. He hadn't been late, not by far, in fact Kiijin decided to be early than expected since his social life had been relatively non-existent given his outward appearance. It seemed the only people that he related to were those who enlisted into the shinobi military just as he had done. His eyes traveled over to the gates every few seconds, praying that they'd soon open up so some fun could begin.

"Guess I should go ova this thing while I've got the time."

Whipping out the missions scroll itself from his pants' pocket, he unrolled it to read over its contents once more for the sake of clarification if anything. According to the missions statement he and Takeda were to dispatch of nuke-ninja of which were considered chuunin leveled, shinobi, not that it mattered. He was relatively confident that this task would have been far too easy, especially having known his own limitations for so long, and having recently witnessed the powers of the Yukina clan.

"Heh, piece of fuckin' cake of you ask me, hopefully these guys aren't from kirigakure, I need to taste some blood, feeling quite famished today hehehe."

His grin lessened as Takeda took to the ground which had been covered in snow, sitting within its essence as the sound of its crunching nature when amassed slightly annoyed Kiijin, however, it hadn't been anything he couldn't shrug off. From there Kiijin unfolded his arms and started to withdraw the frozen senbon that covered his body, one by one, and dropped them onto the blistering cold ground below. A jounin eh, this guy had attained one of the highest military ranks at the age of nineteen, whereas Kiijin remained at genin at 24, albeit having been held back for specific reasons.

As he went on to express his back story on how he lost his parents by the hands of some nuke-ninja spawned by the likes of konohagakure, he'd have been lying if he said he knew how he felt. Kiijin had his hardships, but nothing like having his parents killed, probably because he had never known them to begin with. Judging from his words he fought for justice and justice alone, but had it been for Kirigakure's justice, or justice within the world, or to himself? No matter what it had been Kiijin had been in no right to question such a thing, but, he did have a right to speak once Takeda gave him the floor and inquired about his own story.

"Simple really. Little fish boy growing up in the slums of Kirigakure, physically strong than most, feared by everyone, shunned by everyone. Lets just say at one point in time I had to kill me a meat-sack tasted blood for the first time, and boy was it addicting. Since then -aside from getting stronger- I had this unfulfilled desire to taste the blood of at least a single ninja from each village while enforcing the power of Hoshigake upon the world. So I joined up with Kiri's military, and here I am."

Snow and winter, the elements that formed the blizzard that soon surrounded the general area, which originated the man, an ally of Kirigakure and Kiijin. He had been impressive through Kiijin's eyes, but even with his alert on high level, seeing minuscule senbon through out the entire coating of snowflakes that pelted the area made it near impossible to see, at least without any sort of chakra sensing capability. But, he needed none in this instant as his passive abilities that blessed him from birth played a large part in his defense. Some of the needles that did in fact form above Kiijin (if some truly did) would have been negated by the pressured water that billowed into the air from Ardemus' tip.

But the others, the others that aimed to pelt him from all around, were unavoidable, that much could not have happened otherwise. With that accepted, his body filled with minuscule pain as the senbon rived through his shark skin. Although they were small in size, the damage carried with them had been quite strong and undeniable. However, Coupled with the man having held back the true lethality of his attack, the damage taken had been more than enough for him to remain alive. His face cringed in pain, his knees trembled and caused him to fall to one knee, his grin remained and his eyes still content on not losing Takeda's position.

By now the water ejected at least reached 20 meters (roughly 10 meters wide just from the width of the wave) before having frozen solid. Given the added weight from the column of ice that now hung from Ardemus' tip, that same right arm plummeted back down and attempted to smash Takeda with his own creations, he'd live, but by god it'd hurt like hell.

Bloody and hurt, his grin had been wider than ever, curved into a near sadistic smile.

"Hehe. You're somethin' else!"

!

The moment Kiijin successfully breached the 6 meter threshold as intended, his opponent, whose movements were easily traceable, increases exponentially, doubling in what seemed to be an instant. He virtually negated His movement as a whole, moving back 6 meters as he advanced, making it almost seem as though no distance was gained at all in Kiijin's favor. Using seals discreetly beneath the sleeves of ones own sleeves, at least it was the most feasible reason as to how he activated his jutsu without overtly performing seals - clever. He refused to stop, devouring another three meters as he approached the oh so obvious streak of ice that was parallel to him by 3 meters.

With his leading foot (at the time) at the back, once it came forward, he moved it forward and to the side, after that he brought his left foot forward accordingly and returned to his basic running pattern and speed. The line of ice had now been roughly a couple feet from Kiijin's left foot. Going forward another 3 meters had been when and where he reached Takeda's previous position. But suddenly he came to a sliding, 1 meter stop while having concurrently raised Ardemus out to his front, pointing its tip towards Takeda's chest. He knew chasing after him with that level of speed would be like a dog mindlessly chasing a speeding car - fruitless.

Taijutsu had always been a preferred option for Kiijin given his stacked weight and passive muscle and inhuman strength, but he too knew when it was needed and ineffective. Ardemus' already light blue glow shined even brighter, not blinding, but noticeable, an effect caused by the its essence that now mixed in with Kiijin's own, and where seals would ordinarily be required, it hadn't been in this case. The chances of surprising Takeda was high, but it having solid effect given his speed made it debatable, but in the end, Kiijin would have still enjoyed himself.

In an instant, using Ardemus' infinite source of water, shot forth a duo of condensed balls of water. The second led behind the primary ball, identical in size and shape, making appear to be only a single ball of water, both of which traveled in a straight line aimed for Takeda's chest.

|- Ardemus: 'A' | Sealess Suiton

|- Teppoudama (Bullet)
Rank: C - C [100]
Type: Offensive / Suiton Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 20 meters
Handseals: Yes.
Chakra: Mid
Special: Bullets are fired from the mouth, all at once in the form of straight lined stream–like fashion. By default, 5 bullets can be fired at once, plus 5 more each time retrained. Must hold seals while firing. Bullets pierces 'C' ranked barriers and below, and move at the speed of a kunai.
Description: A simple yet effective suiton technique, after forming the necessary hand seals, the user manifests bullet sized water projectiles in their mouth, which can then spit at their opponent at fast speeds for a quick attack. As the user’s knowledge of the this technique increases, so does the amount of bullets they can fire off.
Domain: Suiton.

Through the back corners of his eyes, he watched the fingers of his Icy ally twist, fold, and curl into handseals which triggered the wall to crack and then shatter thereafter. The abrupt destruction startled him, though, no physical action gave it away. He merely stood and watched the mans performance, namely when he sped through another set of seals to use the shards pieces of ice to form into a flock of birds compiled of Hyouton chakra, a duo of jutsu he'd never seen before.

"Weird I haven't met this guy yet."

He mused silently, wondering how a man of such talents escaped his acknowledgement, it had probably been that Kiijin was a meager genin, maybe this man was of a higher rank? There had been no way to tell, and in the end, it hadn't mattered. Kiijin cared very little about ranks and titles, as long as power was universally obtainable for Kirigakure forces. As human turned to Kiijin, he followed suit to show respect as a brother in arms, standing roughly 3 meters the humans position. He was here to practice to control his art, makes sense, a perfected art makes for a deadly one.

" Practice makes perfect they say. Heh, Ardemus could use a tune up here as well, mind giving us a hand? HAHA where are my manners, names Kiijin."

He finally introduced himself, but only with his first name as the last was, well, painfully obvious. Nevertheless his offer to help out with training so the both could benefit from having live targets, even though Kiijin had no intentions of harming the fellow in any way.

Kiijin's face contorted, frozen between primordial anger and outright confusion as his 'partner' spoke out in regards of the mission, trying to accomplish it without bloodshed. In Kiijin's eyes he had been a fool, he expected him to have thrown such expectations or desires to the wayside during missions as shinobi kill. These men that they'd been assigned to hunt were the scum of the earth, criminals to the core, and for that alone was more than enough to write them off from the planet. Kiijin knew that none would care whether or not they died, because once they did, peace would sweep through and allow the citizens to sleep without worry.

He readied himself to speak, however, a loud scream snapped into the air, to which induced a reaction. He noticed his smaller companion take off and hastily rushed onto the scene - amateur. Kiijin, he merely walked, shirtless with only a pair of fitting sweats - black in colour. Still somewhat behind his partner, he approached him from his immediate rear before having stopped a good 5 meters behind him and listened in on the commotion that had been taken place. The yelling Yakuza was quite annoying, and well, when Kiijin's prey were annoying, bad things happened. His right hand fell upon Ardemus, a blade forged from Poseidon himself which allowed him to perform Suiton Ninjutusu in an instant without the need of handseals.

With physical contact upon his sword, a simple spike of chakra summoned forth duo of Kiijin duplicates, one to the Yakuza's left and right, both of which were1.5 meters from both flanks. Their stances were wide and power, legs shoulder length apart, arms rested at their sides and back straightened.

"I Suggest you stop this now. . .oh wait. . .Too late!"

Both hoshigake water clones, 1.5 meters to the left and right flank of the yakuza stepped forward with their right foot, roughly about 2 feet forward. Leading with that leg their bodies leaned forward to extend their arms. Fist bawled, a simple straight punch sped towards the side of the Yakuza's head, and the secondary Kiijin leaned even lower, aligned to the Yakuza's waist as its arm came around towards his lower back with a hooking punch.

• x2 Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu (Water Clone) - 'C'