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A white room saturated with strange glowing markings on the floor, the walls, and even the sealing. The smell of blood perverts the calm energy of the emaciated man sitting down in the center of the room with lines and lines of these markings tying each other together. Other than the light of the markings, the room was utterly dark, pitch-black.

Step one, rotation.

Wisps of a dull purple collected sluggishly, but picked up speed as the whisps started collecting into a single point, several centimeters above the man's hand. The dark room, illuminated by this pale purple light, revealed a man sitting with his legs crossed, his eyes closed, and his right hand, clean and flawless, illuminated in the pale light.

Step two, power.

The rough shape of a ball began to take form as a dull purple turned into a vibrating bright purple mass with tendrils whipping his face, leaving trails of blood leaking from his face to his pale blue clothes.

Step three, control.

The tendrils stopped lashing, brought to bind with the new mass of purple energy. The ball started to vibrate in place, its pitches screeching higher and higher. A dark liquid started to drip out of the man's ears, the liquid ending up on the man's shoulders.

He didn't even jostle when the large room visibly shook and continued on with his plot. His left hand, heavily scared, started to flash through seals at an impossible speed while the ball of light in his right hand continued to shine brighter and brighter.

The markings within the room glowed from pale red to a sanguine red as the man's left hand moved faster and faster, progressing through the complicated array of half seals.

Maybe he was going about this too fast?

His left hand slowed slightly before moving back to a faster pace. The ball, light so bright, could easily blind anyone who could see it. The ground shook massively again.

Everything. It needed everything.

The lids of his left eye opened up, exposing little lines of reds moving to the pupil. The iris itself, violet, had various rings around it, almost appearing to be pulsating. His eye's pupil immediately constricted to a point. It'll probably never open up again.

Never had been able to use that eye since it happened anyways.

His left hand stopped at the sign of the rooster while the bright violet ball hummed with heat, his right hand blistering from the intensity of the heat. The markings of the room pulsated blood red.

Everyone, time for a second chance.

His right hand moved into his stomach, the ball impacting it violently in a shower of blood and intestine. A grimace was the only sign of his pain that showed. He was ninja after all.

Time to go.

A flash of purple and red.

And that man was no more.