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Kirumi appeared at a small distance from the Fire Temple, the real Kirumi was already masked with the basic covering tactics that covered her tracks, and with her speed and agility she easily got to the Fire Temple within a minute. Her speed was a bit of a blur, but she could still be visible to the monks. They were going to be a problem. Kirumi heard rumors that they kept certain scrolls; Forbidden to learn but it was necessary. To protect the ones she loved- Adam. Hades. She had to save them from the power that threatened them, and more power lied in the temple. In those scrolls. She pulled herself into the fire temple, slipping in an pass the half asleep monks and trying hard to find the way into the place that kept the forbidden jutsu. It wouldn't be in plain sight, it would have to complex and hard to find. Something that she couldn't just walk into.
Kirumi was near the center of the temple, having trouble keeping out of the sight of the Fire Monks. They roamed around, laughing and training. It was strange to her in a way, abstract because she thought the place would be different. It wasn't- it was just like the village. She felt a little calmed down knowing that it wasn't full of bald slave drivers. Using the trick of the light, she ducked and rolled into an open room that was full of bed. Coincidentally, this room was connected to several others which she looked for extensively. Frowning, she blinked as she saw something unusual. It was a crest, it stood out from the normal decor. It was situated on top of a shelf in what looked like an office, so she was careful to reach for it. Tenderly, she took the crest from the spot and ran it over with her palm. Almost immediately, a doorway seemed to open up going into the basement. Here?... She threw the thing aside and dashed into the secret area, going fast but cautious at the same time. So this is where it was hidden? It seemed a little too convenient. When she jogged into the area, she was amazed by how many scrolls were kept there. There was probably more scrolls there that contained information than actual forbidden jutsu. Looking through a few things, she finally found what she was looking for: Infuuin Kai. The scroll was old, and when she opened it, it revealed very hard to read symbols that were aged in time. Taking out her backpack, she pulled out scrolls that showed multiple deciphering things. Doing a few hand seals, the codes started to do it herself and she sat back and started to stare at a wall.
What she was about to do defied all natural laws and was going to kill her eventually. But it was all about protecting them, saving their lives when something like Kirigakure happens to her home she wants to be the one who saves her loved ones. To protect her village and the boys that she loves in it. The person she loved, Hades, who seemed to not love her back. This was her only option. There was no turning back. Glancing back towards the jutsu, she realized some of it was deciphered. Widening her eyes, she realized there were two parts to this jutsu. The part where she stored the chakra, but it was also a big thing on releasing the seal. The Infuuin: Kai was the second part, she had to focus on the Souzou Saisei. The risks were obvious, she noted as she read through. She could probably only use this a few times before it took her life, but she was even worried about using it once. For him. She reminded herself, her family. She calmed down a bit, closing her eyes and began to focus her chakra. All of it. She had to focus it on a specific point on her body, which she chose her wrists. Equally distributing the chakra to each small points on her wrist, she began to feel herself drain.
The Shadow Clone that was currently out popped back into her body, overwhelming her with information that at first disrupted the process but she steadily got it back on track. The clone had learned a lot, along the lines was that A: She'd become the Head Raiken. Hades was an *sshole. She was in love with Hades. Powerful enemies had infiltrated the leaf. The Hokage had weird priorities. Her ramen shop was in jeopardy. And she was serious undermined in that village. Letting out a sigh, she continued her concentration and eventually felt it.
It was a stinging sensation in both wrists, but she couldn't move. She had to sit completely still as the powers burned out of her life force and into little symbols in her wrists; tattoos. The pain had brought her eyes closed shut, but she was curious to see what they looked like. Peaking one eye open, she looked at the wrist to find it in the shape of a diamond on each side. Kirumi felt herself smiling. She finally did it. She would worry about the second part later, now all she wanted to do was rest. The seal finally stole the last of her chakra, making her vision become completely black and her head fall down to the side.
68/68 Sentences Learned: Souzou Saisei (Creation Rebirth) Original User: Tsunade Description: Souzou Saisei is a Ninjutsu technique developed by the Sannin Tsunade. It is said this technique will prevent Tsunade's falling in battle. Over time Tsunade will concentrate chakra to a spot on her forehead that takes the form of a diamond. When she releases the seal on the jutsu, the chakra disperses and stimulates the proteins of her body to increase the speed of cell division and reconstruction of cells. This allows her to recreate all organs and tissues. The technique itself does not regenerate the old cells, rather it hastens the creation of new ones through division. Unfortunately a body's cells can only split a certain number of times in a lifetime. By speeding up this process Tsunade is shortening her life. She may not die in battle, but she can die by speeding up its natural lifespan.
Speed: 7(+3/-2) / Strength: 4(+1/-2) 0 100-15 +100 - 185 Chakra Points Jutsu used: ♥Kyou Masukingu No Jutsu (Sound Masking Technique) Description: This ninjutsu helps to cover up any sounds the user makes if they are on a mission that requires stealth. The user sends some chakra to the target’s ears and performs the needed hand seals. Any natural sounds in the area (running water, crickets, wind, ect…) become magnified slightly to mask any soft sounds that the user may make.
♥Nioi Ue Fuku no Jutsu (Smell Covering Technique) Description: This jutsu basically creates a layer of chakra that seals in scent. The user coats himself in a thin layer of chakra, creating an air tight seal that doesn't allow any smell to escape. If they touch anything a scent is not left. (As if they are wearing chakra gloves.) This starts to take up a lot of chakra if used for long periods since a new coating must be applied every few minutes to keep it effective. The user cannot use this jutsu on other people.
Raiken Clan: +1 Rank all Raiton Jutsu Joukai Clan: +1 Rank all Light Jutsu
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Kirumi's eye's slowly folded open, and the first think she saw was the creepy inside of the safe room. It was all dark, dirt covered the walls, and the floor had a coldness about it that made her uncomfortable. "Holy sh*t." She realized what she did, and went to move her head but her body couldn't move yet. She was in a lot of pain, and her heart was slowing considerably. The excruciating fact of not having any chakra in her system- man was it overwhelming. It made her feel weak and vulnerable, and her veins sheering without it. This is how it felt to do something so extreme... it amazed her. It gave her a rush. Feeling her mouth twitch slowly into a smile, she realized that she wasn't totally paralyzed. Just a little rest would do.
Speed: 7(+3/-2) / Strength: 4(+1/-2) 3 Chakra Points Jutsu used:
Raiken Clan: +1 Rank all Raiton Jutsu Joukai Clan: +1 Rank all Light Jutsu
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Finally feeling a little bit more like herself, the new head Raiken dragged herself from the ground, feeling a little bit disgruntled. The second half of the scroll involved the information on the release, and from the footsteps she was hearing she didn't have enough time to learn that. Though it was a perfect time, since all of her chakra was drained. But to learn it and do it all when people were rushing towards her, not the perfect time. Groaning, she realized all of her jutsu wore off and now she had no cover. She didn't have enough chakra to do anything. Stuffing the scroll in her body, she decided to use her the power that didn't require chakra. Concentrating, she was suddenly entrapped in a ball of mist that extended as far as a smoke screen. She moved easily in it, and since she was so slow, the mist was moving faster than she could keep up with. She was struggling, and when she emerged into the main part of the Fire Temple, the monks started to flip. Whenever they entered the mist, she easily dodged any attacks, but throwing shurikens and kunais were a different thing. They bombarded her with it, she was moving too slowly to dodge them all. She continued to move though, through everything until she was out of the Fire Temple. Getting as far as she could, she stopped the power and dragged herself away from the scene.
Speed: 7(+3/-2) / Strength: 4(+1/-2) 15 Chakra Points Jutsu used: UNTAPPED POWER The assassin's untapped power unleashes a dark black fog into the field. This fog is not very large or expansive; it only extends to be about as wide in radius as your average smoke bomb. However, you can control how it moves. It moves at 2/3rds of your speed, and from within this fog, you can travel anywhere instantly. You are connected to this fog. It can't be blown away or destroyed by anything. This fog is your realm of control; within it, you're unpredictable, deadly, invincible. It does require handsigns to use, though, and your body is covered with a black aura before you release it. It lasts for three posts, and can only be used once a battle. You cannot use any S-ranked techniques from inside of this fog.
Raiken Clan: +1 Rank all Raiton Jutsu Joukai Clan: +1 Rank all Light Jutsu Souzou Saisei (Creation Rebirth)
They told me I was... stupid. Incapable of grasping everything that they were trying to teach the other students in the academy. That I was incredibly stupid, that's why I couldn't learn to form handseals and mold chakra in order to use ninjutsu. I wasn't just stupid, I was 'the captain of the slow train'. The instructors never thought I heard them, but I would always listen in on them. They'd come to me in class, smiling. Deceiving me. They'd tell me that I'm a really nice boy and that everything will come to me eventually. Eventually. But as much as I wanted to hate them, to hate everyone who called me stupid... I just couldn't. I couldn't lie to them and tell them I hated them, because I don't. I don't understand why I am incapable of feeling such hatred, but I just don't. I still love them all, I talk to them outside of class as if they are my friends. I'd go home and couldn't wait until the next day of class. I'd anticipate the morning to go swimmingly, especially when I see my classmates.
Perhaps it's their way of letting off steam? Whispering behind my back, making fun of my inability of grasp ninjutsu as well as they could. But I didn't mind. I loved them all, no matter what. I'd look back to them in class and smile at them with the same radiance that I would if we were playing together. Their guilty faces told me that they kind of feel bad, but they would always do it again anyways. I was like the class punching bag. I'd make other inferior students feel superior. Compared to me, anyone must've looked great. I was just the boy that would get too excited over things and shout in class. What can I say? I was just a kid. And when class would let out, I'd stay a little longer for help with the instructors. Not that it helped. Though, we confirmed one thing. I have a massive chakra reserve, and extreme amounts of energy. I am even capable of molding raw chakra, moving it way past my body! Not even the instructors could do that!
Sadly, it does not make me a ninja in their eyes. Not to the Hokage. Not to the Instructors. Not to anyone. Eventually, I knew I wasn't to blame for it. I was born this way. Well, not exactly. I had no bloodline limit. I was just an Uzumaki, just without all of their cool stuff. I probably won't even be able to learn fuuinjutsu. It's supposed to be advanced! There are even Kage who aren't able to learn it!... I used to be such a let down. An Uzumaki training in the leaf village was supposed to be a great thing. Only thing was that they were stuck with the impotent one.
Eventually, I was moved up out of pity. But by the time I graduated and became a Genin, most of my original classmates were all in teams and a few of them had even moved up to Chuunin Rank! But I gritted my teeth and went on with my life. I wasn't placed on a team right away. I was the only Genin not on a team. Maybe I would have slowed the progress of the team. It wasn't like that forever, though. It wasn't even until that incident that the village saw something different in me. I wasn't much of a Ninjutsu Specialist, but I was still a Ninja! Maybe I wasn't able to utilize many different elements and use several ninjutsu like the Sarutobis and the Hatakes, but I certainly had my own way of doing things. A way that I was completely oblivious to. A culture that I was oblivious to. It explained why I wasn't able to utilize Ninjutsu like everyone else, and how I was capable of doing so much more than all of that. At that moment, I realized that I didn't need to catch up to anyone. I was on an entirely different level.
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"Trust me, this kid's different. I know it. What kid nowadays isn't capable of learning ninjutsu? I'd understand if the jutsu in question was Wall Walking or something, but this kid can't even do a simple transformation jutsu! I bet it was no coincidence that his mother couldn't either. And his mother wasn't even born in the village. I'm telling you, they aren't from around here. He and his mother are simply hiding in the Uzumaki's shadows." Instructors always had a way of mouthing off. Ryohei had heard a variety of other things coming from the same teacher several times, but this time, the teacher was going a bit far. Ryohei wasn't sure why it exactly mattered if his mother wasn't born from around here. This was her home, just as it was his. When Ryohei went home, he didn't bother telling his mother anything. Instead, he gave her a radiant smile and told her everything had gone great. But she knew better. His mother was well aware of everything going on with Ryohei, because at some point, she faced those same problems herself.
She had confided in Ryohei numerous times that they were different, but he never understood how different. It wasn't something embedded in his genes like every other person in this world, it was something of a natural talent that came by those of his lineage. She had tried to explain this several times to the private instructor given to Ryohei, but he dismissed it. He'd never heard of the 'Venarius Clan'. Instead, he tried to hammer in the concepts of the average ninja. Mold chakra and use it to conjure some sort of weapon. That was what Ryohei needed to learn. That was what was going to make him a great ninja. But the instructors of this village didn't understand that people are different. Ryohei was different. When his mother was convinced that his teacher would not give Ryohei the proper training, she stopped sending him to the instructor. The woman decided to train her son by herself.
For the first time in his life, Ryohei was able to understand why he had such a knack for being able to utilize chakra, making it form into almost whatever weapon he desired. His mother told him that other ninja are capable of doing this too, but it takes a considerable amount of chakra control that these ninjas just aren't trained in. Years and years of relying upon jutsus to win their battles, Ninjas of the East are incapable of molding raw chakra, and those that are capable are considered 'Advanced'. They are the healers of the village. The Sealing Masters. Most of them originated from the Uzumaki Clan. His mother told Ryohei that with him being born from both clans, the boy would have a much more advanced form of chakra control than she ever would. This was apparent even when they were training. Ryohei was able to completely mimic everything his mother did. Not before long, there wasn't much his mother could teach him anymore.
For a while, things were going great. His training was progressing quickly. But as he grew in power, his mother's health was fading. Before long, of course, she passed, leaving Ryohei alone in the village. For weeks he sulked, but continued his training on his own.But with no one to guide him, he simply kept practicing what he already knew. Eventually, he was sent a letter telling him that if he wanted to continue on as a ninja in the Leaf Village, that he'd have to join a team led by a village Jounin. Coincidentally, he was placed on the team led by the very Jounin who seemed to whisper things about him the most, and it didn't take long before the isolation started. When Ryohei first joined the team, he showed his old classmates what he could do. The other genin were amused, and awed for the most part. But the Jounin couldn't help but feel like what Ryohei was doing was just... out of the ordinary. Chakra was best suited for Ninjutsu. If the boy continued to do what he was doing, he'd grow up weaker than everyone.
To show him, the Jounin pitted Ryohei against one of his stronger teammates. Well, stronger meaning that this classmate was capable of utilizing two elements very fluently. Once the battle began, due to his teammate's overwhelming use of ninjutsu, Ryohei was quickly overpowered. The boy kept stumbling to evade the projectile attacks that he could not block, and even then, he was still taking hits directly. But with the repeated use of ninjutsu, the boy slowly grew more and more tired due to chakra depletion. Ryohei, however, had barely used any chakra. Quickly moving from the defensive to the offensive, Ryohei repeatedly dealt damaging blows, molding chakra at a much faster pace than the boy who needed handsigns in order to attack. In minutes, the boy was knocked down, incapable of continuing on.
The victory secured a lot of things for Ryohei. His Sensei stopped looking down on him, allowing him to practice his own form of combat in the team, rather than utilize ninjutsu. Eventually, Ryohei was able to learn how to preform a few jutsus, but they weren't nearly as powerful as everyone else's jutsus. Not that it mattered.
When the Uzumaki was brought into the booth,he couldn't help but feel like something was a little off. The chakra emanating from the booth was off putting. But this was part of the exams, and so Ryohei had no option but to comply, and so he sat down. However once he did so, he felt it. The mind altering power of Genjutsu, one that Ryohei couldn't even hope to fight against. Even though he couldn't fight it, he could feel it shutting down his body. Darkness consumed him.
Suddenly, Ryohei was bathed in light once more. Warm light. The second he felt it caress his skin, he smiled radiantly. It was then that a soft voice called his name forcing him to focus his attention to in order to try and distinguish where the voice came from and who it came from. Again, it came. The mellow sound of a woman's voice. Caring in every way. A third time, the voice said his name. Once his name was repeated a fourth time, the purity in the woman's voice began to fade, and her voice was eventually laced with malice. "...ryohei...ryohei...Ryohei. Ryohei. Ryohei! RYOHEI!" Each time, he felt the voice grow more and more sinister until the voice became familiar. "RYOHEI!" His eyes snapped open, immediately scanning the room as he tried to regain his senses. A rush of relief washed over him as he realized he was just back in the Academy. Just another day.
"Seeing as though you keep failing the every test I give you, you should probably pay attention when I speak in class." All of the other kids giggled in the background while Ryohei merely sighed. It wasn't his fault that he didn't have a knack for ninjutsu. It just wasn't his thing. The instructors didn't bother to listen to him. They'd taught kids who were slow to grasp ninjutsu before, but to them, Ryohei didn't even seem like he was trying. He wasn't. Not anymore. He had the ability to mold chakra and all, but when it came to converting the raw chakra into a jutsu, he failed at it. It was something they practiced almost every other day, and the boy didn't get any better at it. Everytime he went home, he told his mother that nothing was changing. Then she would go in and talk to them. It seemed to happen everyday.
When Ryohei had gone back to the Academy to rush his mother, he stopped outside of the classroom where he heard familiar voices. "...look, I can't help someone that is so stupid he can't even preform a clone jutsu, or a transformation jutsu. I'm trying, but the kid just isn't cut out for this." It wasn't the first time he'd heard this instructor talk about him. But the voice he had heard next was what surprised him. "You don't think I know that? I live with the kid. I have to tell him everyday that he'll get it eventually. I'm tired of lying. The kid is never going to get it, and it's a waste of my money to send a ******** idiot to the academy everyday. I might as well just pay for a babysitter, it'd be cheaper!"With that, his mother stormed out of the room, only to find Ryohei standing there, utterly shocked.
His mother didn't seem shocked to know he was there. It seemed like Ryohei was right where she wanted him to be. "Were you listening?" She didn't need an answer from him to know he had been listening. "It hurts, doesn't it? To know what everyone has been saying about you is true. You're stupid. You know it's true, Ryohei. I don't see why you even try when all you do is fail. You let people laugh at you, and then you turn around and invite them all to play with you as if they had never done it in the first place. You're pathetic." The more she spoke, the deeper her voice got, and by chain reaction, the more her body began to change. It grew taller. The woman's sickly, pale complexion was substituted with a nigh perfect one. "I can't believe how much you brought me down. You're pathetic. Can't even use ninjutsu. I can. Are you jealous? I can do everything you can't do. And more." The very place where his mother stood... was where Ryohei was standing now. A different Ryohei. He appeared older. Stronger. Meaner.
"I know." It was all he said at first. It was all he could say. After the barrage of insults, he was left nearly speechless. As much as he wanted to be angry with everything and everyone, he just... couldn't be. "I know. I'm stupid. I'm pathetic. I let others make fun of me. I allow them to laugh at me and giggle behind my back and tell jokes about me. I'll even hear the majority of them the jokes they tell about me. But I'll forgive them. Who am I to get angry at them laughing at a joke. That's what I am. I am incapable of learning the most basic of jutsus. So I let them laugh, so that maybe they can have a chance to smile as I do. Because whether I am considered strong or not, I am going to smile, because I have enough compassion to encompass all shinobi, despite all of their wrongdoings. Because... I am Ryohei Venarius."
Before he continued, Ryohei was suddenly smacked away with a large chakra mallet, sending him crashing through the thin walls of the academy and outside of the building. As his older self stepped out of the building, he saw Ryohei already standing. "That's what I am... that's what I was. A joke. I used to be a joke..." As he spoke, the young Ryohei seemed to rapidly age, his body growing to it's actual size. Tattoos appeared all over his body, stretching down his arms and cascading down his legs. The second he removed his shirt, he revealed complex seals and tattoos that were displayed all over his chest. "I used to be a joke. I was bullied everyday. But I think you missed out on the part about me growing up."
By the time Ryohei had finished talking, his mirror self had finished weaving handseals and shot out a rather large ball of flames. Without even thinking, Ryohei managed to erect a powerful barrier by projecting the chakra he molded. Once the fireball came in contact with the chakra, the fireball shot outward into the sky. Looking up was the biggest mistake Ryohei could have made. In the split second that Ryohei looked up, his mirror self closed the distance between them and shoved a chakra blade into Ryohei's stomach. "What's so special about Ryohei Venarius? I don't see a damn thing." The second he removed the blade, Ryohei fell to his knees. Was it... over? A minor slip up. That's all it was. But because of his stupidity, he wasn't going to survive this. Why did he expect anything less? As the mirror Ryohei began to step back, each step he too, someone seems to sprout from his body. First it was his mother. Next, his instructors. The Hokage. The villagers.
A familiar voice soothed his head. Maybe an angel, coming to get him. *You aren't stupid, Ryohei. You just aren't like these people. The both of us are different. But you're special. You aren't just a Venarius. You're an Uzumaki.* Memories came flooding in, knowledge of the seals on his chest prompted the Uzumaki to activate one of them. The surface of his chest grew incredibly hot, closing the wound in his chest. Ryohei, however, didn't feel the heat. Or... he thought he didn't. Suddenly, several chakra chains shot out of his body, all aiming at the people in front of him. As they all made contact, the chains wrapped around each and every one of them, only to yank them from their position and pull them all closer to him. With all of them restrained, Ryohei had nothing to worry about. "There's no room for your hatred, not anymore. You are all done laughing at me. I am not a joke for you all to tell about." Ryohei stared into each of their eyes, and one by one, they all vanished until the mirror of Ryohei was left. "Be happy for me." He stated before the mirror Ryohei vanished. The chains that held each of the villagers vanished as well, and the only thing that remained was... his mother. Not the false mother he saw here, but his real mother. She stood there, smiling as radiantly as he smiled back at her.
Suddenly, the image went black and he was back in the booth. Once he regained his senses, the back of the booth opened up to another room entirely. A waiting room.
xxxx𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓲 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓪 "I was buried at sea," he said. He sat along the edge of the rail, only a stray movement from descending hundreds of feet down to his doom. This was a hiking path, a source of amusement for villagers during times of peace. For him, it was a form of self-flagellation. He needed to feel the rush. The fear. It kept his energy alive. "What do you mean, Kleine?" The lady asked, her arms wrapping around his waist to keep him from falling over. She couldn't bear to see that -- not ever. "For so long, I was lost. Even the mention of you brought me an intense feeling of fear. I could not stand the sound. The sight of you paralyzed me. But now, I think I've changed. I've realized something important, Auntie H." He turned around slightly, and grabbed her by the arm. He lifted her up and carefully seated her atop his lap. He wrapped his arm around her chest, and he smiled as he whispered into her neck.
"I don't care why you did what you did. I don't pity you. I don't forgive you. And I will never love you like I did when I was a child. In fact, I will always hate you. Always. I'll hate you when I'm alive and when I'm in the black void that consumes us all; the place where spirits engage in war for all eternity. The place where I'll be at home. Would you like to go there now?" A worried look came over her, and Kleine grinned. He let go of his inhibitions; he slid off the rail, and the two of them descended to the floor of the valley where their bones crushed and they died.
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He screamed. It was just a dream. It was one he wanted to forget instantly.
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Bam. Forgotten. He moved on to the morning.
This place was not where he belonged. It was spiritual, but it hailed the wrong Gods. It was not a monotheistic order, but a pagan belief that hailed the false creatures of Izanagi, Izanami, Amaterasu, Susano'o, Kagutsuchi and Tsukiyomi. Yami, Shinryuu, Yamato-no-Orochi, Okami. All of these creatures that bore no relevance to the world. They all existed as a lie. There was never a time where they once roamed the earth. Never. He knew that.
But he was still drawn to them, somehow. Or perhaps by the energy around him that radiated within their temple; followers, people, alive and dead. He was the Shogun, but in this place he was just a man beneath a much higher purpose. He went through the recital and the whole slew of practices that could bore a child to tears. He wasn't bored, though he did question the excess of tedium in religious practice. Who devised this sort of thing, anyway? Did they do so only to make it seem more professional? Or did they really feel as if God contacted them and told them to spend countless hours doing the same thing all day, every day?
He saw a boy, a blonde one. Fairly attractive. Young, probably his age. He wasn't in the temple though, like the rest of them. He was on the outskirts, you could say, perhaps just thinking. Kleine wasn't sure what had happened here recently, but he did know that this man was a shinobi. He could feel the chakra, after all -- that bold energy. The Heiland raised his hand to wave, his blue eyes attempting to meet the boy's own blue. "Remote location for a soldier. You have a reason for being here?"
Even demons, have demons Death is your only Option ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ As he began walking towards the place he had pulled down the bandages that covered his mouth and drank. After that he attached to gourde to his waist and covered his mouth back in the bandages. He remained silent he wasn't the type to talk but what ever. He looked around and needed something to do, or someone to talk to. "What to do,what to do,what to do."He said thinking. ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ ▸The beast, Will over take you. ▹▸If i die Let my son's carry on the strength of out family ▸▹▸Were would we be without oursecret's
xxxx𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓲 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓪 (Sorry for the wait for such a poopy post. I got preoccupied. ><)
The shinobi sighed. The guy must've been spacing out or meditating or something. He didn't bother to try and press on that point. He leaned his head into his palm and sighed, feeling fairly irritated over the itchy feeling his new right eye was offering him. He couldn't scratch or open it or anything. He had to just . . . wait. Wait for a few weeks. Wait for the pain to subside. Then he could open it and see things a lot more clearly than now, where everything remained something of a blur. He felt a presence of energy encroach on him, and ten clumps of metal rose from the ground around him and formed into discs, levitating around his body. "Don't recognize your energy. You one of those foreigners we've been getting so much of, lately?" There was a really majestic one recently, back in the village. So much chakra. More than any two ninja he'd ever seen, combined. Compared to that man, the ones arriving and leaving were like little clay men and women with no capability. But they were still something of a nuisance to him -- to Kleine. He didn't enjoy powerful foreigners waltzing through his country. They were of unprecedented desires.
Even demons, have demons Death is your only Option ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ Seeing the disk's form he looked at the man and stared, Again he wasn't much of a talker He sat and looked at him before speaking. But when he did, He spoke in a deep voice ((Alucard in the red jacket.)). One that would send chill's up the spine of any normal and lower level ninja. "Perhaps it is because we've never met. I've been here for about a few day's. Now is my departure time." He said as he looked at him. He was ready to activate any of his ninjutsu if he attempted to fight him. At the moment he wasn't in the mood for a battle but seeing as this is a world of fighters, you never know. "So whats you deal, why are you causing metal things to float around me?" Those were all he could think about at the moment. Being stopped before he can go see his family really frustrated him and he just wanted to see them before the event the transpires after he see's them. ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ ▸Hade's Incarnate. ▹▸If i die Let my son's carry on the strength of out family ▸▹▸Were would we be without oursecret's
xxxx𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓲 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓪 The Heiland rolled his eyes. Not so informative, eh? He'd been here for a few days. Reasons unknown, still. Perhaps it didn't matter. Maybe it was just a vacation. Kleine liked to wander off to faraway places that didn't exactly want him there all the time. In fact, he still did it when the opportunity struck. He found himself in Mist to their great despair. Then, back to Kusa, then Konoha. Now he sat on the throne of this nation and somehow began to feel a slight sense of responsibility. But in reality he could never toss aside his blatant lack of care for other people and their motivations. This man was here, whatever. If he intended to conspire, then he could conspire. Kleine wouldn't do anything unless his actions came to fruition.
His voice was deep but not intimidating. In reality perhaps Kleine liked it. He had a fairly typical voice laced in a morbid tone, making it always apparently obvious that he was more than met the eye; that he was a little . . . crazy. You could sense it in his words, his large smiles and his flare of the eyes. His obsessive gestures. He played his words like theatrics, and made himself seem like a sociopath that had been revealed by the spotlight. But at the same time, he was relaxed and mundane. He was a man of constantly changing actions and reactions, and that made him all the more unique amongst others. Perhaps this guy was unique too, but right now Kleine regarded him simply as a strange man wearing far too many bandages.
"They're floating around you so that they may kill you if you deserve it. And if you don't, then they won't do anything at all. I just don't like to abstain from weighing out my options. You're a shinobi of decent power. I'm assuming you're a Jounin, like I am. And that means you're a threat. And I hate threats. Better they be dead than summoning the gall to threaten me." He pulled them away slightly, however, having them align more closely with his sides than the black-haired man's physique. He even gripped one in his hand, and smiled at the corner of his lip. "My name is Shinsei Karnata, legally. Kleine Heiland illegally. Call me Shinsei for business and Kleine for pleasure. What about you, masked man? Do you have a name, or are you too retro for that?"
Even demons, have demons Death is your only Option ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ Kurai gave a small name. Seeing as they weren't fighting and nobody made any rude gestures he decided to give him his name. "My names kurai." He surely was a man of mysteries, He recognized the name klein. "Hm, Klein huh. I remember someone named klein. Personally I thought he was extremely strong. His ruthlessness, His strength, What came with the package, was that he was smart. You may be that klein but then again you might not be the one I'm talking about." Being 30 he knew all the ninja's who passed threw the ranks during 15 years of his life. A strong student by the name of klein was one. "So any other questions?" ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ ▸Hade's Incarnate. voice. ▹▸If i die Let my son's carry on the strength of out family ▸▹▸Were would we be without oursecret's
xxxx𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓲 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓪 The Jounin raised an eyebrow, and began to laugh almost hysterically. Not at his name -- no, Kurai was fairly common. He laughed at what he said about Kleine and his legacy. He thought he was extremely strong. He thought he was ruthless and intelligent. Well, that was all true. But Kleine couldn't help but be taken off-guard by the sudden emergence of compliments from an otherwise sullen and quiet man. It was almost as if he was seeking something. Or perhaps behind the deep voice and the bandages, he was somewhat "nice". Though Kleine never knew whether or not to consider that a favorable quality. Perhaps it varied by situation.
"Probably me then, since I'm the strongest shinobi Kusagakure has produced within the last generation. Ruthless describes me awfully well. Smart even moreso. You're forgetting a few words, though -- I'm also a traitor and a schemer. I abandoned that silly city in the search for something greater than just a quiet life among the vines. I wanted something more than humility; I wanted my birthright." He stepped forward, and tossed Kurai a disc. He could catch it, evade it or let it whack him. He didn't really care, it was a strange sort of gesture that perhaps displayed a higher level of trust. Or, if Kurai was timid about it, it would display a higher level of animosity. Such simple reactions were what drove conversations.
"I don't have any more questions. You can go, Kurai." He clasped his hands together, behind his back, and stared forward. "Or you can stay. It's not all about questions and answers. It's more about the simple psychological game; pull and retract. Why don't you share information with me simply because you want to, rather than my asking for it? That would interest me a lot more than the tedium of asking you questions constantly." He tapped his foot against the ground, and pulled up a metal structure for him to get seated against.
"I want to rule the world, you should know that. I'm assuming you're from Kusa, right? One day that will inevitably mean that I'll run over your village, just like the others. Perhaps you should know that I'm your enemy before you continue to talk to me."
Even demons, have demons Death is your only Option ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ Kurai's body turned as the disc missed. "Yes, I am quite aware but before I go I want to give an image that you should remember." he said as he placed his finger insid and pulled down the bandage from his face. "If my name didn't help you this surely will." Yes, it was true that he was from kusagakure. "Who would have known you'd surpass the strength of your teachers." he then turned and began walking. He covered his face again and then said as he began walking "The next time we meet. If you will allow me, i'll tell you something that you might take interest to" he said as he waved his hand while walking away, Signifying goodbye. ((Exit)) ⇍⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎⇎ ▸Hade's Incarnate. voice. ▹▸If i die Let my son's carry on the strength of out family ▸▹▸Were would we be without oursecret's
Lars landed in the Fire Temple, fixing his hair as he looked around the quiet temple, he walks along the waters of the nearby pond and stole a koi fish with no remorse for its peaceful purpose. He brought his fangs down on the fish with a hardened chomp, growling as he hadn't eaten in days. He devoured the fish and then pulled his head back once it was nothing but bones. "Mmmmhhh, geez, what even happened this entire time while I was sleeping? Hopefully not too much or I'm gonna be mad pissed."
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