Recent Posts

The hokage ascended into the air by powerful black wings he had decided to produce from his shoulders giving him the appearance of a vengeful angel. Between the white eyed demon and this avatar of revenge Amon was more than impressed. If Konohagakure shinobi all were all as terrifying and powerful as these two, Amon wondered whether the rebels actually considered themselves a threat. Surely they saw no hope of victory against these fantastic abilities.

Apparently they did however, as the remaining three split and charged the company in one on one encounters. Takumi smiled and inhaled deeply on his spliff filling his lungs with thick black smoke. The man with a sword had chosen to charge Amon, perhaps he considered him to be on even ground. Amon however knew the man was far below him as he spotted several incorrect steps in the man's charge.

Just as the man was drawing close the swordsman grew a broad grin and opened his mouth exhaling sharply to expel the smoke in a small meter shroud between them as a smoke screen. In what seemed to be a flash of steel and steps Amon drew his katana and counter charged through the smoke screen, picturing the other swordsman and where he should be by now in his charge, before lunging straight through the cloud with intent of thrusting his katana straight through the man's chest.

Amon's speed and strength were that of a veteran swordsman, flashy and hard to trace. He lacked the raw power and ability of his allies, but for what he lacked he would make up for in the speed and finesse of his strikes. There were likely to be many rebels so accurate thrusts and slashes to down his enemies quickly would be necessary.

There was a moment of silence except for the slow inhale and exhale of Amon smoking his spliff deep in thought. He looked into the eyes of the two innocents before him, the old man and the young child fearful for their lives. Their eyes cried out to the samurai to be saved and it crushed down on what little will he had left in himself.

He tossed the words of the man around in his head, and while he spoke mostly madness he did make a good point. This far underground and with no where to run there wasn't much hope for these souls, even now he felt the watchful eyes upon him knowing full well they also watched the innocents intently. Truthfully it seemed as though there was little hope for even Amon let alone the innocents.

The weight of responsibility crushing down on Amon saddened his heart and tore at every fiber of his being. Not only did he feel responsible for their lives and the lives of the man he had attempted to save earlier, but the blame rested on his shoulders and he had failed once. There had to be someway to save them and still get out alive but it wouldn't be through sheer strength alone.

"Alright, I'll entertain your offer. Let's say I join your company and your cause whatever it is. What exactly will we be trying to do and what ends would you have me go to in order to fulfill it? Would you honestly expect me to go out and kill more innocent lives on your behalf?"

Even considering the offer made Amon sicker that he had felt walking through this nightmarish tunnel network. Body parts, organs, and a bloody mess was one thing but when he thought of himself as the one to leave behind such a wake of uncensored violence it wrenched his stomach and filled him with self loathing. Today had been filled with nothing but depressing thoughts and self loathing for being too weak.

The behemoth followed through lifelessly on his path colliding with Amon and falling in a clumsy pile onto the floor. With a frightened angry kick upwards the swordsman foot pounded up into the corpse's chest driving him off him and aside onto the ground. The swordsman was once again overtaken by a sickly familiar sense of being watched and he remembered the ooze!

Leaping to his feet he turned his head towards the ooze just in time to leap up from the ground with a back-flip through the air onto the wall as his feet latched on causing him to stand sideways. Racing along the wall away from the ooze the samurai to be quickly bound away from the wall somersaulting through the next doorway into the darkness.

As unnerving as it was to not be able to see where he was going, the swordsman continued to sprint along the dark corridor with his hands against the wall to feel his way through the dark. The embrace of the darkness was welcomed happily by the swordsman. He would rather be in the dark than see the nightmarish things he had seen this day. But even the darkness couldn't shroud the voice in his head that continued to beckon with more and more anger in it's voice. Eventually the swordsman just stopped and growled quietly sure the voice could hear him.

"Just... shut... up..."

The first day off Amon had allowed himself in a long time and of course he had forgotten that he actually didn't have any idea what to do with the time he was given. He elected to walk the streets of Konohagakure, but nothing in the streets offered him much in the way of entertainment. As the night began Amon found his source of entertainment on the walls that surrounded Konohagakure.

On the walls the swordsman happened across a patrol of guards who quickly tried to hide something as he approached. After inquiring what it was they were hiding, he discovered they had been gambling on duty with a cup and dice. The swordsman wasted no time in rolling himself a spliff and joining them in their games for a few laughs and good times.

After an hour of gambling Amon had finally climbed out of the hole he had dug himself and just met the break-even point where he had no longer lost any money to the guards. It was at this time fate chose to interrupt the game with explosions coming from within the village. All of the guards turned their head shocked before explaining to Amon that the explosions sounded like they had come from the Hokage's castle but that they were unable to leave their posts to go help.

Before the guards could request Amon to go investigate on their behalf and help the village, he had already sprinted straight down the wall before leaping to the ground. His feet struck the ground pounding the pavement as he raced through the village towards the explosions. Eventually Amon's path brought him to the scene where he came to a skidding halt that sent a few sparks out from the geta upon his feet scraping along the ground.

A shinobi and the kage had already arrived before him but that was no surprise. He waited silently on them to decide what they would do. After all, Amon was only a guest in the village and this struck him as an emergency matter that the village would have to decide for itself what was best. When the time for action came Amon would be waiting silently, ready to aid in whatever way they need him to.

Amon's kunai fell harmlessly to the floor as the monster countered Amon's blow. The force of the retaliation was enough stop his advancement in his tracks and actually cause him to slide back a few feet along the floor. As the beast drew his bladed arm high in the air above Amon, the swordsman reacted with his own patented counter strike that had served him well many times in close combat.

Drawing his katana again as he side stepped to the right the swordsman rose striking upwards to the left attempting to parry the incoming attack harmlessly to the floor. Following up the first defending blow, now he brought his own fast attack downward on where the neck of the monster should have been.

SPOILER: Click to show

Nibaigiri (Double Cut)
Rank: C-C [100]
Type: Offensive / Taijutsu / Kenjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Stamina: Mid
Special: Damage is calculated per strike. Can be used once per thread, plus one more each time retrained.
Description: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner rises and draws, making a rising strike on the draw and a dropping strike as he sheathes. The movement is flashy and hard to trace, leaving unguarded opponent's in trouble.
Domain: Kenjutsu. Battojutsu 'C'.

Without hesitation or thought for the danger Amon sprinted straight for the middle of the room as acid flowed in. Kneeling beside the man, Amon leaned over him grasping the man's frame before tossing him haphazardly onto his shoulder like a sack before standing up and looking around the room quickly. The acid had already encircled the room flowing closer rapidly to the center where Amon stood with his passenger.

"Don't squirm."

The swordsman's voice was deep and commanding just before tossing his cargo straight up into the air. As the man flew upwards Amon quickly followed him half flipping through the air to land upside down his feet securely anchored to the ceiling by his chakra control. Just as the bound man lingered in the air before gravity claimed dominion over his path, Amon caught him under his arm pinning him between his arm and rib cage.

Walking along the ceiling with his cargo that refused to stop wriggling and squirming despite his warning. Making his way quickly across the room he quietly crept along the ceiling of the next room wary of what other traps lay in store for him. Now all he had to do was kill the men behind this, save the village, and maybe even find out what happened to the Hokage.

Amon watched the samurai standing over their prize of armor and weapons of the poor man they had left behind. He considering coming forward and admitting to the two that he had been following them and that he would like to be considered as a samurai initiate of some kind but he somehow doubted that would work. That was when the unnervingly familiar voiced called out to him quietly.

Turning around he faced the fallen samurai who beckoned him over while he continued talking, making the swordsman an offer hard to turn down. Amon strode a little closer careful so they could speak quietly without drawing unneeded attention. "You say you can get me into the samurai compound if I help you get your weapons back? Then answer my questions before I even begin to consider it. How can you get me inside when you've been banished? Once inside the compound how do I go about joining the samurai? Finally, how exactly do you plan to steal your weapons and armor back from them with nothing but my help?