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[Center][COLOR=#800000][sup][b]Ronin | Necromancer | Cockroach[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=#800000][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day - Midday[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Forest of Death[/i] | [b]INTERACTION: [i]Everyone[/i][/b][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Cockroach had made his way through on of his many hidden tunnels, having lived for more than a century, all play and no work made Gokiburi a dull boy. Instead, the cockroach spent years creating hidden pathways and tunnels that mapped out the entire known map of the ninja world. Having mastered subterfuge and guerilla warfare, he was sure that his tunnels were completely hidden, only able to be known or seen by the cockroach himself. It was sort of a living maze in the sense it bended to its masters will and was sentient enough to cover its own tracks. Being a non-fighter and having just returned from their infamous prison break, Gokiburi hid alongside Yui in the tunnels while the rest of the Yomigaeri were either at battle or back at their home base. 

[color=#800000]“I’m sorry Ms. Magician, I didn’t mean to pull you all the way out here for nothing. If I was enough to retrieve these men I would, but alas I’m less than half a man, a monster. I can however create an image for us on what’s going on outside my lady.”[/color] Gokiburi etched a hideous smile that would strike fear and uncomforting in the most stoic of men. Lady Yui seemed different however, she was always so kind, yet so condescending to the little roach. Gokiburi would take any form of praised or kindness from anyone, old age had made him lonely and the other Yomigaeri saw him as an insect. Cockroach waved his hand before an image of each of the fights simultaneously happening, and the death battle between the Hokage and their puppet Sanin. 

The killing blow was a piece of wood impaled into the heart of the great angel that ruled over the leaf, how tragic, yet poetic in a way. Gokkburi began to guffaw quite loudly, unable to control his bodily fluid spit and snot ran out of his grotesque orifices while he bounced around jovially. Regaining his compose with a slight rise in his voice he turned to the purple haired mystique, [color=#800000]“Looks like we don’t need to wait for them to finish their fights anymore, that’s the signal. We’re done here, let’s retrieve those good for nothing bastards."[/color] While Nui could handle the retrieval of two or three of the Yomigaeri, Cockroach handled the rest. Weaving several uneven hand seals with his disfigured finger, cockroaches began to pour out of his mouth and ears and the folds of his clothes. An army of vile creatures filled the tunnels before making their way through the ground and appearing around the feet the participants ready to swarm their bodies and teleport them away.[color=#800000]“Shall we make our exit to stage left my dear?”
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[Center][COLOR=plum][sup][b]Ex-Kirigakure | Criminal-Jonin, S+ | Gravity-nin[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=plum][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day - Midday[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Forest of Death[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b][@Glitchybugger][@Ganryu][@yoshua171][@bladess4][@Write][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

At this point in the battle Havoc was growing quite weary of the subtle and scared tactics the onslaught of chunin were using to combat him. How painfully arrogant was it of them to begin to imagine suppressing a natural force of the world. Gravity was one of the main four components that was natural law that governed the world. The thing about gravity is the more you fight it the harder you’re crushed underneath it. This was the hard truth these chunin would have to face once Havoc decided they would die for their insolence. Serving just as a distraction was turning into an actual fetish for the freshly jail broken ninja.[color=plum] [i]”It’s been too long since I flexed my muscles, shame you’ll have to die for it. Join my gallery of art.”[/i][/color] Havoc muttered lowly to himself, although audible enough for the ice princess to hear while she had succumbed to the early effects of running into his dome of gravitation force. 

The not so young chunin was rather spry and fearless in the face of such a destructive force as havoc. It was slightly reminiscent of two other kunoichi he had met on the way and recruited. Although this one seemed rather stupid and too old to mold into a perfect weapon a tool. As for Havoc he already knew of a yuki, his partner, it’d be a sight to see watching the two of them take part in mortal combat instead of the scruffy homeless man. Once again like a moth to an open flame the ice princess dashed towards havoc to deal some damage. The gravity within his domain increased to 5g’s if she was strong enough she could perhaps fight off the ever looming war to knock her unconscious. Havoc scoffed at her meager attempts to kick him only falling short. Could she be that much of an imbecile? Suddenly havoc’s eyes fixated on the tag plastered on her foot. [color=plum][i]”Shit”[/i][/color] he muttered before dodging to the side having a pillar of ice just barely hitting his whole head. A small pile of hair soaked in blood fell to the ground, the shadows covered his eyes but his icy blue gold irises were extenuated. 

Wiping the blood from his cheek he was ready to retaliate, it was just like riding a bike, only this time he was a little tripped up. Before he could attack the ice girl who was surely battling her own body to stay awake a disruption in his gravitational sense shot through his entire body. Shifting his attention to were the depression in gravity was arriving Havoc threw the hand that was channeling gravitational energy in, up into the location of the arrival of whomever it was. [color=plum][i]”Banshō Ten'in”[/i][/color] the umbrella was pulled down violently just missing the body and hand of the girl, however she wasn’t as lucky as she hoped. With the dome in place, Newton’s third law had an increased effect. Due to the amount of gravitational energy weighing down onto the earth below them an equal amount of force would need to be exerted by the Banshō Ten'in in order to combat the force surrounding it. This potent attractive force would suck the misguided chunin and phoenix into his domain to be crushed inside, paper was still susceptible to the wrath of natural order. 

The third ninja sprang into action but it was a bit too late, cockroaches began to puncture the earth and surround havoc’s legs. In a few short moments he would be entirely covered in the plague like creatures and vanish from thin air. Havoc turned to Hime and smiled, [color=plum]“Looks like my fun here is gone”[/color] he took his finger and traced his fresh blood before touching it on his tongue, [color=plum]“Next time you won’t be so lucky.”[/color] But before the gravity ninja could depart he needed to leave a going away present. Pouring the rest of his chakra into his next jutsu, he exploded in a powerful rage, [color=plum]“SHINRA TENSEI!”[/color] he bellowed before a massive repulsive force exploded in all directions, enough to swallow up 10 km of the land before them. Whatever weak barrier the chunin could manage to concoct would only serve as a small buffer and reprieve before his repulsion eroded it in seconds. The umbrella ceased to exist and Havoc had disappeared entirely, cockroaches pooled at the blood he had left behind. 
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A few days past and the air was thick with sadness. The flame of the leaf village had gone out and the symbol of peace had left with it. Rain trickled from the sky in a somewhat poetic twist. The village was silent, just the patters of water making ground fall could be heard. It was as if all the life of the village had been sucked out with it. Letters and birds had been sent out to all of those who would listen, the chunin from both villages were asked to commune in Konoha for the funeral of the late Hokage, Ginsho. Friends, family, and other village leaders were invited to join in the service.

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The funeral march had made its way towards the vacant hole below the Hokage’s headstone, beginning to be lowered while the rest watched. Ninja were all dressed in black as the rest of the invited collected before the other village elders and chunin alike. Shinko stood at the front of the large headstone of his fallen leader. Everyone seemed to be there, except Kyo who had been rescued by the late assistant and hospitalized due to his extreme injuries. The ever silent assistant waited for the ninja to get situated and friendly with each other, before walking to the side of the stone ready to speak, the first time any of the ninja before him would hear him speak.