[color=ed1c24][center][h3]????[/h3][/center][/color]

His Earth Flow started to degenerated to nothing more than mere mud, the man jumped high into the air to avoid the mist once more, opening his fan to the side. The force of his jump sent part of the crest of the weakened wave he was on crashing down at his God-like opponent as his wave collapsed. Mud or not, the sheer weight of it was likely to do some damage if it wasn't stopped.

As his fan opened to the side of him, the dust in the air began to gather to it, almost visibly drawn as it came to him. The moment the tessen wasn't closed, the wave stopped degenerating and instantly collapsed completely into mud.

He mused midair.

[color=ed1c24]"My, my. That mist speaks of highly of you as well. It's calm and calculated, much like it's owner"[/color]

He reflected on what had happened. As soon as his wave came in contact with it, his control of it disappeared. The man could either manipulate or cancel techniques with that mist, that much he could see.  He could only think of one technique to get rid of that blasted mist, but from what he'd seen earlier, it would gather again even if he did.

His left hand reached over his shoulder grabbing the Nodachi strapped to his back, It was impossible to draw in that position, but he just held the handle.

[color=ed1c24]"Get ready, Monohoshi Zao, this one will be worth it."[/color]

Chakra began amassing in the blade, drawing in energy from the air around it. The Ito(braid on the handle) of his sword started changing color slowly. It was black, and slowly, ever so slowly reddening. The change was extremely gradual, as was the chakra it was beginning to amass.