[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/9aOkLPw.png[/img] [color=ed1c24][u][b]Jaakuna Aka[/b][/u] Location - [b]Everywhere?[/b] / Interaction - Various[/color] _________________________________________________[/center] ----------------------------- Forest of Death... The Tsuchikage [@Yosuha171][@BladeX][@Queentze][@ZeroXposure] Jaakuna was surprised as his target vanished right before his attack connected. The kid was good, already trying to defend himself from the ninja before him. Landing on the branch, his senses ignited once more, sensing the ill will directed his way by the Tsuchikage. Surprising man, kind caught Jaakuna by surprise how quickly he showed up. He had been expecting a few more minutes. Maybe a moment more to play with his prey. But no... It seemed that it wouldn't be so. With a majority of the clones either having been burst, or just dissipated on their own, the chakra pool between all known Jaakuna Aka's was a lot more balanced. Allowed him to do a lot more than he may have been earlier. But this was a kage, and it was clear he was holding back because of the kiddo's near him. [color=ed1c24]"Careful, I'll probably kill them the instant they step outside your little lava field."[/color] Jaakuna smirked, eyes flashing between the three targets before him. The smoldering lava below him was, dangerous, and he'd already moved higher on his tree, constantly on the move upwards or away when his hiding perch was too damaged. This man seemed to work best by area denial. Shame... Jaakuna loved free movement... [color=ed1c24]"Sebun, leave. You're just going to waste your swords fighting this guy. He's on a different level."[/color] Jaakuna said, turning to his ally. [color=ed1c24]"You can trust me~"[/color] He purred, like the fox he was before looking back to the Tsuchikage. [color=ed1c24]"I didn't play many games as a kid. Daddy kept me busy."[/color] He said, pulling a shuriken from his pouch. The single star spun in his hand, before he let it loose. The shuriken flew through the air, and in a blur, it broke apart. A few hundred just like it poofed into existence. [i]Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique![/i] Scattering through the air, they where lethal blades showering the area of the Tsuchikage's little lava pit. showering down upon the general area of the trio. But, it didn't end there. When the shuriken struck ground, be it flesh, lava, or whatever, they exploded. Showering the nearby vicinity with Yatsu's own lava. Each explosion threatening to knock one of the poor kids either into the lava, or kill them when it blew up in their chest cavity if the shuriken hit home. This was Jaakuna's second favorite jutsu. Shuriken Shadow Clone Great Explosion Technique, which was a great follow up to the last one. [color=ed1c24]"Honestly, I just played catch with my friends."[/color] ----------------------------- Forest of Death... Havoc's area [@BladeSS4][@Write] Oh clones? Well, Jaakuna loved clones. Those things where what he was used too. In fact, they where so much fun to play with. Especially the ones that came right at him. How... Predictable. He dropped right off the branch when they came close, hands catching the branch, leaving the only thing for the two front attackers to attack was... Themselves! How delightfully ironic. Letting go, he didn't pay them a bit of attention, instead leaping off the tree and sailing through the air. He spied below him a girl and her paintbrush. Oh, an artist. Well, if she had an attack that required that much prep, maybe Jaakuna had to step in and stop it. He inhaled, and then let out a wave of smoke from his mouth. Fire Release: Hiding in Ash and Dust Technique! The ashen mist he created this time coated the area of all those pesky water clones, and the drawing Aito. The burning ash would ignite the scroll in her hand, and any other exposed paper she had on her person. Best to get rid of all of those at once. And best of all, as he vanished into the smoke, only Jaakuna knew what was going on. The other two where blind and probably in pain from where the ash burned their skin. He'd say something witty, but that'd give away his position. [center]_______________________________________________________________[/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/bqsJMqQ.png[/img] [color=7bcdc8][u][b]Seijuro Nandate[/b][/u] Location - Where death blossoms / Interaction - [@Syn][/color] _________________________________________________[/center] Beautiful. That's what it was. Beautiful. If the puppet master could shed a tear at this moment, he very well may have. How long had it been since he had seen this side of the hokage. Twenty years if he could recount. Twenty years in a hell of this man's creation, based of a religion that Seijuro didn't even believe in. How... Never grating. But this sight, it was blood boiling. It was heart racing. The monster's heart began to pound like a drum in his chest, spurring action. ACTION! This was the man! This was the man who ruined him! This freak and his religion had cost him everything! His empire! His fame! His future! And here he stood, glorious and proud, as if he was somehow better than Seijuro. [b]No![/b] He moved faster than anything Ginsho had ever expected from him, stepping to the side, the first beam brushing past his chest. The side of one of his robes was ripped apart, exposing a puppet-like joint. Beautiful white fabric fluttered away in the breeze, as Seijuro dodged again, and again. This seemed... Practice. Familiar. As if he'd seen this all before. He may very well have. [color=7bcdc8]"Pathetic."[/color] He scoffed, words like knives between his lips. His eyes went wide as a glorious archangel stood before him, shadowing the land and creeping over the world. Wind billowed as wings unfurled, and the puppet master leapt back. Catching the breeze he landed at the edge of the treeline, a chuckle creeping up between his clenched teeth. [color=7bcdc8]"Twenty years, and you still believe in fables."[/color] It brought out full on laughter, which echoed in the forest. The Hokage was a martyr. He hurt himself, mutilating his body as if it transcended himself. All in the name of a god he claimed to be all kind and loving. The pain was on the fault of the sinner. Funny... Anything was a sin if you really thought about it. Ambition most of all. But ambition? That's what drove the man who now stood across from Ginsho. AMBITION was the tool of the strong to overwhelm the weak! The followers bowed at the feet of a strong leader. HE WAS THAT LEADER! Twenty years he'd festered, now free to bring his ambition to fruit. As the first strike moved through the air, those golden eyes didn't pay them a lick of attention. Instead, his eyes remained on Ginsho, and his one good hand. He took a step closer, ducking down as the blade sliced the air above his head. The sound of cracking trees erupted behind him, but he paid them not a single mind. Those golden eyes knew the truth behind this technique. It was not the angel one had to worry about, but the man who controlled it. That told you infinitely more about each strike. The man BEHIND THE MAN! He charged full force, jumping over the next strike, and spinning just enough as it came whipping back around. Each strike missing, and each time Seijuro closed the distance more and more. Not attacking, but getting closer... And closer. Till he was a meter from Ginsho, where that marvelous blade and that angel where useless. Too big to defend its host. [color=7bcdc8]"You where bett[/color][color=ed1c24]er w[/color][color=7bcdc8]he[/color][color=ed1c24]n you had both hands."[/color] In that moment, his eyes turned a brilliant red. That beautiful white hair became scorched and black. Until that scoff, pulled back into a smile, with fangs glistening. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/7MuryQw.png[/img][/center] Jaakuna pulled his fist back, and let loose with a good punch directed into Ginsho's perfect face. The devil of Konoha, the demon fox was suddenly there... Unlike Seijuro, his heart was not hardened. It was not dead or wood. Instead, it was breaking into pieces. His eyes where narrow, focused and full of a boiling force. Tears streamed down his cheeks, as he let loose twenty years of isolation into a single punch. [color=ed1c24]"Gautama, you idiot. How could you not tell it was me?"[/color] [Center][b]Jaakuna Aka has appeared on the battlefield.[/b][/center]