The many thousands of souls worthy of working under the new Truth Bearer, Matani of the Dead, were greeted with quite the oppurtunity when Nava poured more money than most people knew she even had into revitalizing the economy of Gimangakure. To that end, she put all of that wealth into infrastructure within a district in the heart of the otherwise heartless nation. The people with the willpower to work hard under the thumb of something like a Tyrant find themselves with work, and the tools to take their destiny by the horns.
To a bunch of rogues and wanderers you can imagine what that means.
A single Conglomerate made of several factions of business men, crime families, pirates and even less savory types than that that are held together by a single unifying idea: Nava will absolutely turn prosperity and paradise into ruin should you step out of line. It's made even the most shady of ventures something to respect and interact with: everything goes through Nava, and everything stops with her too. She holds the various elements accountable and takes responsibility personally which often means punishment and praise in equal measure. Her fist is iron, her grip tight, but the guiding hand here is one that deserves a bit of recognition.
So what exactly is done by the Nagakana?
They deal weapons and armor, of almost all kinds, primarily. Swords, shields, poisons and antidotes galore. It so happens that a lot of the working class kept under the foot of the Kogarashi jumped at the chance for Nava's revolution and staked their claim as well. Most of the income comes from them as theirs are the most reachable of the buisnesses now inking their way into the waters of Giman. They also supply the others with the means by which the Nagakana makes the rest of their money, with Nava as an active participant. She allows the illicit affairs, and it is well known in fact that she was a small army of mercenaries, assassins, pirates and thieves at her beck and call, earning their way in the world and leaving their cut for Nava and her personal faction. While all involved in her rather large family are "Nagakana" the title only holds true for those who have shown true sacrifice and splendor in their desire to live and fight against the tide.
Located, as mentioned, in the center of the burgeoning city of lawlessness, most of the order is largely kept now by the Nagakana, with Nava personally seeing to most of the affairs and disputes. The infrastructure of the city is largely becoming dependent on them with little outside force to actually fight back against the growth of this Oligarchy. It's cleaned up the streets a lot, and turned a lot of dissident trouble makers into productive forces or... piles of dust. A personal touch, flags representing the religion now known as Nagakania are being risen, though this is far from something Nava is concerned with. Instead, she's creating a place where outlaws and wanderers alike can rest somewhat easier. Most of the resistance is from types that would be better off killed anyway.
The scary thing is that as hands on as she is, Nava lets the city run itself. She claims only to lead her business, and to put power in the hands of those with the will to use it. Whatever happens as a result is below her concern until it infringes upon her ability to continue enabling. Some say she's trying to one up her sister, and others who buy into her religious babble agree with her methods. What they agree on is that Nava has 0 tolerance for insubordination. When she delivers a maxim it is followed. After all, she very much practices what she preaches, and demands loyalty, pleasure and pain in equal measure. Few try to topple her now, after many examples have been made.
An outside force trying to destroy this delicate balance would find a dangerous group of enemies, loyal, afraid, and also in love with a young woman with charisma, wisdom and an unyielding rage.
After vacating the location of Giman to let what she expects to be a short lived reign take over, she takes her considerably large force and marches her new people towards what was once her home, smack dab in the center of the Lands of Fang and Claw. While initially there was friction, she and her people do what they do best anyway: whatever the ******** they want, and everyone seems to be content to let her misfits and criminals have their way. Most of the reason for that is that they've gone about mostly uniting the two lands in a sort of trade agreement that trumps the usual bad blood between the two groups. The Nagakana employs the natives of both lands and the clans therein, and have put their special brand of flair down wherever they're allowed. A lot of that is Jashinism, a lot more is the aforementioned religion: now being called the Nagakana. With only our girl Nava even practicing besides Zahara, the people are uniting under one of these two banners, and as an extension underneath Nava's brutal fist. Ever the enigma she's being unintentionally vague about her goals besides being on the nose about her definitive goal of proselytizing the entire western portion of the map eventually.
Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2020 3:42 pm
So many men, squabbling like boys. Bothersome as it was, and also quite bland by now, Nava had to admit she relished in it. The freshly healed wound in her eye, vision taken, did nothing to limit her view of the room. She smirked a little, feet up on the rather large and gaudy round table, blood red and decorated in gold. Immediately to her right, her brother Na'Chal and his three pronged spear, to her left Nataya, polishing a pair of machete. "I'm not invested in any of this, Nava. Glad as I am to have you back, and happy as I am to let you lead I do not understand," Nataya admitted, and Nava rested her head on the shoulder of her sister, careful of the weapons inches from her cheek. "I know," was her reply as the undertone of the room quieted a little with her voice perking up. When everyone realized she hadn't really meant to intervene yet the dull roar continued, almost increased. Na'Chal, her right hand man, followed dozens of lips reading them all with his Sharingan, same as his sisters.
"No! We won't let you cut us out of this! Those damn iron humpers and their little pinpricks put a dent in my bank and cost me at least ten men with their little attack!" one of the Mafioso's spoke on behalf of a man in black, circular shades. Nava tuned in, adjusting her position to look directly at who had prompted that statement and drawing even more attention. The man, undeterred, called back across the room. "Yeah? That all? We lost an entire temple! You could have came when we asked the first time, and you didn't, so now we're going to do what we have to." Clad in only a robe with a Jashinist's necklace, the man commanded respect from several people at the table, and Nava couldn't help but wonder if he was at all connected to the last attempt on her life. Not that it mattered now.
When she spoke there was true silence. "Who's been harassing you?" Nava asked flatly. The man, Jinku, answered immediately. "Needle and his little posse." Na'Chal leaned close. "I knew they'd be a problem if we let them." Nava dismissed him with a wave.
"You petitioned San and his people for help?" she asked pointedly, and the Mafioso spoke on San's behalf as an answer.
"They did, but they did it while we were spread too thin, which we might add was because Needle and his people are pressuring us on every front right now. For every little thing Jinku can complain about we have at least three examples, with this most recent raid being the most bloody." Nava chuckled a little, eliciting a response from another, this time a woman with white hair and pale eyes. "You laugh, but we pay you to handle problems like this..." she carefully approached the subject, and Nava tapped her fingers rhythmically on the desk. The woman, Maria, was one of the leaders of the merchant's guild here, and highly connected to the Cartaja, the thieves guild with the most sway and members. Last she checked, her people were harassing people along the country borders around the land of Fang and the Land of Tea. Somehow she wasn't surprised Maria was feeling it too.
"Nah, Maria. Don't forget the reason you all pay me is that this right here doesn't work without a carrot and a stick. I make sure you all function and have form as well, I do not play at security. You have the largest contingent of weapon smiths in possibly the world. You fund wars with your weapons, small and large, and I make sure the other people in this room benefit and don't extort. Keep that in mind. As for you Jinku, undercutting your peers is a quick way to disturb our pathway forward. San, lacking wisdom and foresight or not, is not beholden to you and starting a holy war that will make operations difficult for them makes it difficult for me. San, as much as it pains me to say, this is unbecoming. You have a family of tried and true extortionists hitmen and enforcers and some damn vigilantes are giving you trouble? Am I at a table of boys and girls or men and women? You cant handle 10 men and a single trained Shinobi?" Her words were harsh, cutting to the hearts of the ones in question, but no less true.
"It's okay. My scoundrels, my nerdowells and scumbags. I've become tired of letting you squabble. I'll fix this problem right now. Jashinist assassins, Mafiosos and my thieves, we can take care of this little problem as a group. Needle is just a well trained rogue ninja, and in his employ are some jaded members of the former Kogarashi and some kind of militia that has risen up against me for taking the reigns and cutting out the weak. They found spines in numbers and hiding behind a force, but they overstepped. We only need to flip one of them, and that's it. TO that end, Na'Chal has already found and extracted quite a bit of info for us to act on. Needle picked a hideout, unsurprisingly, on the outskirts of town with three ways in: over a bridge that crosses a very deep ravine, through the cisterns around the outside of the city itself, and via flight which is the most dangerous obviously. A concentrated effort from all of us on his mansion will prove to be his undoing. Consider them all condemned." She leaned back, looking for dissent. "Maria, I'll need a lot of explosive tags and several hundred kunai produced, sharp. Consider it a personal favor from me, and you'll be compensated by Jinku. Considering that you all don't believe in wealth, that deep coffer I heard about should cover it. I need this done concurrent with the rest of business. I'll not slow my economy down." Both of them looked a little wounded, but nevertheless they bowed. "San, you'll provide the main assault force." His silence was his only affirmation, not even averting his eyes from her.
And with that, Nava replaced her feet, leaned on her armrest, and allowed the dull roar to drone on anew.
A soft clap echoed the meeting chambers Nava and her lackeys occupied. The clapping came from a dark corner of the room as a man stepped forward from the shadows. If Nava's sharingan eyes were developed enough then perhaps she could notice the manner he appeared was similar to that of the kamui technique, although its exact mechanical functioning seemed different than the typical power of the sharingan. If she didn't, then like anyone else in that room it would appear as though he simply came from darkness itself. The man's hood shrouded his face, but his size and structure identified him as male before he spoke. "A riveting display of power. It's no wonder why Giman has finally gotten a tad bit of life back to it." He said as he leaned against a wall with his arms folded, standing Mafoiso and the others who faced Nava. Although his face was nonexistent under his hood, his hooded head was turned to face Nava. "And with such a pretty face leading her people, surely this, "Nagakana" as I've heard it referred to, will become an unofficial military power one day, right?" He said with his tone playfully coy and teasing. It was clear that he may find Nava amusing, he did not see the woman as an adversary or a threat. Despite that, she may be the exact thing he needed to finally spice some issues up.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2020 11:50 am
Nava always had that singular remaining sharingan active, the other covered up by both a scar and a pitch over her eye that she seldom removed. Instead of engaging with anyone further the voice of the Bearded Lady simply kept notes about all that was happening. A squabble over the casino ownership caught her ear, and eye, but her attention was short lived. Both of these men claimed they had a right to it. Neither of them could give the other proof. A waste of time to be sure, if she didnโt just snatch it up on her own. Nataya damn near threw a hatchet at someone complaining about their place in the loose hierarchy but as was becoming regular someone else cut him down with a harsh word.
Too much damn posturing. It bored Nava. She much preferred actions to idle threats and innocuously screamed insults. The dividends paid her way to maintain order and keep the tides at bay were just a bonus: she wanted to see the leaders and their followers as her god would: in motion. Snapping away at things that anger them, greedily gobbling up a world that had an infinite bounty. This? The order and bookkeeping? It nearly killed her week to week.
And the. Her eye saw it, warping of space and chakra coloring an otherwise gray canvas. Nataya and NaโChal both reacted visually as well. Nava herself screwed up her face, clearly unhappy with the ability for people to simply pop in anywhere they wanted. Her fingers snatched up a pencil, sitting up straight as she wrote down something on her notepad, something not scribbles and doodles. When the man did speak, Nava briefly touched two fingers together from each hand, which was a clear indicator to anyone present what she was contemplating. She listened first, however. Being reduced to a pretty face had cost quite a few people a lot more than an eye roll but embracing her position meant concessions with the universe, especially for an ornery young girl I. Power that doesnโt look like her peers.
She replied simply, her voice somehow a boom against the bow empty room even with little emotional intonation. โYes? Probably so? What of it, my uninvited guest?โ The implicit warning was clear. โPatience isnโt my strong suit...โ
The man rose his hands as the impatience of the woman was evident. "My apologies! I so rarely get a chance to speak, that I find myself savoring the moments I do." His right hand lowered but his left hand hung in the air as he waved it around. "You have a good set up here. Weapons to sell and people who'll get their hands dirty. It's a good play, but it all just feels a little...." The man's voice dropped several octaves as he looked at Nava. "Simple. I'm afraid the way that this is going that, despite all of your flair and aesthetic, that all of this will not be enough to make a real mark in the world. What I'm saying is, I feel like you could use an edge..." As he said this, a dagger manifested in his grips within a puff of smoke. The man threw the dagger with pinpoint accuracy right by the head of Nava. With her sharingan she would easily be able to catch the weapon if she wanted, or let it pass right by if she chose to remain unamused by his antics. What she may also notice, however, depending on her mastery of crafting, was the radiant metal that the blade was made out of. "Anyone can buy a blade. But a blade designed to slice through chakra created beings? That should sell for a pretty penny, don't you think?" He said with a shrug.
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2020 9:38 am
In this specific, niche instance the theatrics managed to finally win some points from our would be Yakuza. Nava watched his every movement carefully, but allowed her hands to rest as he continued to speak, feeling less angry and growing ever more bored with this little encounter. He very clearly, in her mind, wanted to join in the Nagakana as more than just a paylangi under her foot, but she had no idea who this man was, what he could offer her... or how he'd managed his little trick.
Not letting that one go.
Speaking of edges, such as he had, she saw the dagger he summoned, and as it flew she smirked, fully matured sharingan picking out the trajectory before he'd ever set it loose. Two fingers snatched it out of the air, and they were hers. Rather instead, Nataya had risen and caught the weapon, her own sharingan looking at exactly what Nava and Na'chal were. The edge, however wasn't of any type that she could pinpoint... what was more, Nava had seen as Nataya's chakra started to maniest the edge carved cleanly through it... deliberately.
Ah.
That's what he wanted. Nataya slid the weapon to Maria, her crafting specialist, and had a seat. "Name your price," Nava spoke leaning forward on her elbows with a smile clear on her face, and a use in mind.
Entering some new foreign location the duo of Nanyo and Akami would descend upon their next target. "Nothing that threatens our control over the region can remain..." Nanyo would say his sharingan focusing in on his target. Some manner of forge or arms merchant Nanyo didnโt get a chance to take from this place, and perhaps that was for the best. For the idea of a paradise which he and Akami would create, would still need merchants and traders, they would still need steel and bullets.
"Attention! We are the Twin Princes! And we offer you a choice, lay down your arms and your valuables.
Or lay down your lives!"
The Dark Prince would announce, black flames erupting from his body with a single hand seal. Activating the Flame Whirlwind technique Nanyoโ dark flames spreading outward causing C ranked damage to those within 10 feet of himself with the exception of his Ratty haired partner.
โฆ Kaen Senpuu [ Flame Whirlwind ] Rank: C Official Description: Fire erupts around the user's body and then launches towards the target in a spiralling-manner. The fire tracks opponent for up to three [3] posts, but the user must maintain the final hand seal of the technique. Guild Description: See official description
โJust lay down, there shanโt be a shred of mercy.โ Taking a more direct approach, Akami planned to scorch all that which his eyes could see in hellfire. With a single hand sign, the Cinder Prince would seize hold of the dark flames Nanyo set.
The black flames would dance for him rather unnaturally as they were coaxed into his control. Twisting and bending, the flames soon took the form a pheasant. Wings spread, Akami aimed for beast to nest at the heart of the bustling city. Aiming to have it dive bomb into what appeared to be a rather gaudy looking building. With his free hand he would gather enough chakra before bright orange flames would appear in the form of a bright orange blaze atop his arm.
With a single stroke, his arm would draw the path in which the blaze would take. The sword itself would wrought untold disaster within fifty feet if left unchallenged.
Used techniques: Pheasant Hunter [ Kijigari ] | Rank B * The user forms a hand sign, utilizing the flames from an existing technique that inflicted burning upon the area within forty feet of the user. From these flames a bird that measures twenty feet in size emerges and seeks out targets for three posts. Upon contact with a surface, the pheasant explodes and creates an explosive burst of flames that measures forty feet in width.
Heavenly Prison Fire Sword [ Tenrล Kaken ] | Rank A The user channels chakra around their desired arm and forms a flaming bladed weapon that reaches no longer than ten feet in it's natural state. This flaming sword has the ability to freely shift it's size up to fifty feet in length between activations used with the weapon. This technique has an upkeep cost of twenty chakra and can alternatively be launched up to double it's maximum range, ending the technique. Physical contact with this blade inflicts imediate tier three burning upon a target and coats them in burns of equal rank. Additionally, the burning spreads from the target and engulfs a fifty foot radius around.
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No points for creativity among this duo. A couple of princes, hmm? Nava scarcely cared to step out and meet this little collection of speaking corpses. Paperwork had gotten boring however. A letter from the craftsmen over a land dispute solved. Cool. A weapon of some note used to end the life of a Jashinist repair in blood requested for some ritual by the Jashinists... doable. Notably her heiriphants found theirselves seeming action. Impatience, she could understand. The woman towered tall among her peers when it came to being brash. Rather than simply let the army muster she replied to the... attack they looked upon her. If it could be called that. As far as openings went the womanโs sharigan, peering from one wildly opened eye from atop that golden marvel of architecture, was unimpressed. A simple movement that allowed her to break through its roof sat her there. Unbothered. Unmoved. She clasped together her hands, and a ball appeared between them. Within mere moments, as the pheasant took wing, the ball and come which formed around int outstretched and surrounded her opponents and the pheasant loosed itself with a speed and vicious danger that the active sharingan would know held within a lethal potential. Bird, sword, flames and a massive hole in the floor would all be smashed into nothing the instant it detonated.
A statement deserves a reply and this was hers. The beam tore cleanly through the bird and continued on, threatening to disintegrate the one whom had thrown it as well. โI suppose a conversation betwixt dragons like us should begin like so, but do yourselves a favor. If you want my attention come with a bit more vitriol than that. I only do business with the strong of will.โ her tongue killed out tauntingly.
Several days had passed since Nava had conceded the useless spit of land that the kingdomless princess had claimed to them. If there was any rhyme or reason behind it, it was likely that Nava enjoyed being an instigator. He wouldn't be good for much, or in power for very long if he didn't stagnate. If he did, then she'd just have to pay him a visit and spur him along... or kill him. He didn't have enough fire in his belly to pose a threat. He could hardly have forced her out if she hadn't been so averse to wasting even the smallest spark of action from the world. Petty as Matani of the Damned was, she knew her answer to his attack struck a type of fear into him that could have turned that spark into a small breeze on the wind. And so, she gathered her leaders, and told them it was time to enact Operation Exodus, as it were, and much to her chagrin the name was appropriate. Special forces had molded the girl in a way she would probably never shake back in Uzushiogakure. Just as her sister's insistence that she fan the flames instead of blow them out in situations like with those two idiots. Eventually they'd be dead, or banished to some observer position while others played their part, and she could easily return when that day arrived. Besides, it was good that someone worth only about their weight in rice threw their ideals and goals in the ring of the ever Warring Kingdoms.
She smirked, holding someone hostage within a construct of her chakra, extended hand in place, the only thing allowing them to live. "So, I find myself to be in a bewilderment..." she exhales more than speaks, for all intents and purposes holding life and death in her hand. "You came all this way, and with the express purpose of challenging me for my... mantles as the head of the Nagakana? My people have to be smarter than that. Are you kidding me?" she criticized, a furrow hitting her brow. "I mean, you BARELY have the smallest bit of a chakra signature to you. You've got no formal training in the ninja arts, no knowledge on how to protect yourself from even the most basic of assaults from someone on my level and you... huh."
The man could hardly move but for being afraid. He had acted, and that was respectable. Even if it were foolish. She gave him a once over, noting clear features that marked him as kin one way or another. Someone from the land of Claw, probably desperate to make a play to impress the Heirophants or maybe just desperate. She'd said once or twice she'd concede the Nagakana, in moratorium, to whoever could kill her. Maybe this was supposed to be his first step. "Dammit all." was all he managed to get out between the chatter of his teeth. Behind him, someone caught up, a ninja probably, someone who knew the not-so-hard to learn trick of the land hop, whom had appeared in a flash of movement she would have missed had not been for the deeply analytical eye of hers. Her eyes fell on the man within the geometrically designed death cube thing, and then to the floor. She could hardly do anything for him now. "Dammit Va'van."
Nava glanced at her, and then at the very many of her followers that surrounded her. She flared her chakra a bit, and everyone could sense it, via their own sharingans, via sensory, or just by seeing it manifest about her, much as it did her sister, and the truth bearer before her, and the one before her. It dawned on her just how many people had gathered before this attempted assassination, and as she held this one's life in her hands, this Va'van, her mind closed off to anything but her own thoughts. Leaders of her Nagakana, people who others looked to for instruction and inspiration, looked to her for the same things. Her own siblings, her personal enforcers, also only moved on Nava's commands. She knew the power she brought to bare: few in the ninja world would be able to match it, and most of them were all dead, or just a name on a list. But to the ones all around her, it was clear she had more power than just to pulverize virtually any and everything that stood in her way. When again her eyes opened she looked down on this, Va'van once more, and allowed her power to harmlessly recede. With a sigh she watched him drop to his knees and the woman, mask over her lower face as with most of her people who weren't noncombatants, ran to his side.
"Va'van, you damn idiot what were you thinking! I told you this was a horrible idea!" she all but roared, smacking the kama he'd sought to reap her life with to the floor. Nava watched the interaction, singular eye focused and keen.
"I had to do something. Our blood demands progress and motion, and she won't take up the mantles of her own accord."
Nava almost flinched. "All of this, because I didn't allow myself to be officiated?"
"Yes. We are without a leader, and you been gone with Nakya for years. We heard bout her death in passing, none of us were at she' vigil because none of YOU told us she no longer drew breath! Uzushiogakure was destroyed, and none of us ever saw this fabled promised land that she and Sanae wanted to give us. It's a dream dead in the water, and drowning with no one to push it. Even if you ARE next to NaKya in the great understanding, even if she saw ya as her pic'ney, you still aren't leading us anywhere. Ya swim well or drown, and I would rather die then continue to watch this masquerading you've been doing. Crime lord Nava, Matani of the dead? Dem names be ringin hollow! Vasan says you have a plan, but me no see fruit on this tree."
Nava crossed her arms, enduring an assault on her character and motivations, and for all the fire in Matanai of the Dead, the girl felt like she was being lectured and deserved it. She puffed hot air out of her nostrils, literal smoke rising, and she looked upon them both. In this forest, being cleared out by her people as she directed, the woman could see exactly what he meant. "Come with me, brother Va'van," she urged, lifting to his feet with a gust of wind under his arms. He came, and his sister followed a few paces behind.
She took him past stacks of fallen trees, ninja hacking away with axes making quick work of the deforestation, around great pits opened up to start massive forges, and right through the Jashinist's camp, sparing no glance in caution as Va'van and Vasan did. In silence they picked up the pace, almost in a full sprint now, flinging themselves from the trees, over clearings, atop rivers and through the thickets of the canopy. When at last she came to a halt, the two of them struggled not to fling themselves ahead with the suddenness of her stop. It wasn't the most easy thing to see: a ninja might demolish this area without ever knowing it was there in combat. But hanging from a low branch, above a conspicuously sharp stone taller than a man, a necklace hung, red orbs each with a tomoe emblazoned on it's front. An Uzushiogakure headband and leaf one rested at the base of the stone, and from the upward angle it was hard to make out the word adorning it. A 20 foot drop was nothing to Nava, but she landed with less grace than one would expect, stumbling a little as she stepped forward.
"She isn't buried here." The clarification broke 20 minutes of silence, and as she knelt at the alter, her eyes activated and set flames to several candles circling the stone. "I brought these things here, hoping to put the Truth Bearer title she carried with so much damn weight to rest. I didn't want it, and I didn't need it. I hadn't considered how wrong I was. How the universe would continue to demand it of me... she spoke, listening to the heavy breathing of her companions sitting behind her as well. They sat quietly.
"We don't know much about she and she motivations, but we remember she treated death like she did life."
"She took it all head on. We miss her too, Nava."
"Yeah. Never once did Kya tell me what I should do when she was gone. She expected me to lead my life how I wanted, and didn't have many possessions that mattered. None besides those beads that she said heralded her better than any voice or horns ever could. Proud little Uchiha girl, brave little soldier, strong little warrior."
"She was called dem tings?"
Nava looked skyward, wondering what she would see with perfect vision... in one eye. "No, dem be her names for me." Nava rose, reaching for the beads, needing to raise to her tip-toes to snatch them down, leaving the headbands behind, and put the necklace on.
"Officiate me, Va'van. It's always been the men who confirm the Truth Bearer, and the women that bore the title and weight of the world in the Land of Claw." Va'van and Vasan looked like she'd given him amillion ryo. He just about leaped to his feet, and she looked up at the taller, stockier man who she could see the waves had been less than kind to; deciding he'd make a fine member of her inner circle one day soon. Scars and a gruff look to him confirmed all of that. But first, she would endure the test she'd be bringing to others. "You'll be more than a Death Seeker, when I'm done with you two. More than a boy and girl seeking to enable others. Get on with it, I have a business to run." He smirked, and placed hands together before her.
Vasan moved, clearing the area as his eyes glowed a deep, strong azure. Nava, for all her worth, was rocked to her core as she was flung into the core of her mind. for half a second, and cleared the grog to see him swinging a massive fist down at her.
"MOVE!" he roared to heaven above as she flung herself away, realizing the difference in physicality certainly existed. The wind helped her clear his path, and he was fast to catch up after the crater he slammed into the ground settled. She avoided his attack again, almost feeling playful as, while he could move quick and strike hard she was still twice to combatant he was. He nearly caught her foot, attempting to sweep it out from under her, but she merely moved last second and kicked off of him to stay clear of his path. She smirked, and he all but he was unphased.
Suddenly, everything went dark, and her senses were robbed one by one. Only one voice could be heard echoing throughout this new, dark and silent world. "Move well, but FOCUS just as hard!" Tremors through the floor, and disturbances in the wind alerted her to everything she needed to know. A quick slip under his fist, and another to weave around his rising uppercut. Unlike many, she knew the test, and exactly what she needed to do to survive it. Her mind was ALWAYS keen, her movements ALWAYS decisive. And that final test she would pass with ease. She snatched him out of the air, canceling his genjutsu with the greatest of ease. In her grip, he squirmed but she was iron strong as her own chakra flared invaded his spirit. "Know the TRUTH!" she called down on him, slamming his soul out of his body with a powerful headbutt.
The resulting powerstruggle was short, as she came out of it with the mark of Nagakaborous on her head, and his came out a bit bloody. He smiled anyway. With this, their people had a leader once more, one with NaKya's feroicty untamed, and her ambitions uninhibited twice over. She returned with them, a shimmer to her that the many knew well. Against her wishes, people bowed to the new Truth Bearer. "Rise, dammit. I don't want worship or praise and you know that."
"Sis, they see you as more than even the guidelines behind Nagakana as a religion. They bow as a sign of respect for you as Matani of the Damned, and Kya's bravest disciple. ******** worship," Nataya told her, appearing at her side with Na'Chal. "Welcome home, again," she teased as Nava seemed to spring in place herself. Now, for the conversion of this middle ground into her place of business...
