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

The man was starting to get intrigued by his opponent more and more, the fact that he had touched his sword at all was fact enough of that. He was planning on using it, the last time he'd felt for the need for it.... only one other man had deserved it truly. His sword was still absorbing chakra from the area around it, starting to turn a dark red instead of black. He loved the sense of mystery around his opponent, most opponents felt something more than just serenity in a fight. He didn't know how he could do it, no killing intent, like the killing intent he possessed. The nightmarish feeling around him was sheerly from the thrill he felt.

The warrior pressed his fan together a bit more, though it didn't close. The dust around him gathered into a platform, which he burst off of, jumping to the right. 

As he jumped higher, he did a similiar motion as previous, causing the dust to make a shield infront of him against several of the earth spears, which he would then bounce off of again, starting to make a circle of dust in the air above Mr. Mystery. An earth user taking to the sky might seem almost poetically ironic. 

[color=ed1c24]"A mother's embrace? It seems like neither of us has forgotten where he came from."[/color]