Altered Tundra

Solace In Night: A Kingdom Hearts RP

<Snipped quote by Perfect Anarchy>

No, it's Anorgos who should be worried, you two are fine.

@SoleAccord

Um, why should he be worried? Pierce and you were the ones who put this rp on hold.

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

I am a God.

@Partisan

No he is.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

No One Gets Left - Five Finger Death Punch - War Is The Answer
Glory - Hollywood Undead - American Tragedy
U.G. Introduction - Chiodos - Devil
Fire - Sleeping With Sirens - Lets Cheer To This
Back To Rehab - Body Count - Manslaughter
Hotel - Jim Gaffigan - Mr. Universe
Out of the Abyss - Bo Burnham - what.
Heart of Fire - Black Veil Brides - Black Veil Brides
Bodies And Words - Silverstein - Arrivals and Departures
Shadow Moses - Bring Me The Horizon - Semppiturnal(deluxe edtion)

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Minamoru and Reikan Diplomatic Relations Meeting - Part TwoLuscious;Reijo

During Two-Week Time Skip

 

---

Reijo sat down at the low table where Luscious had sat down as well, prepared for the diplomatic meeting that was about to commence - it had always been the same with these meetings. An informal (but still, awkward) greeting where they'd talk for a minute about their families, before switching rooms and talking business.

“So, we finally begin. I apologize for Yamato. But you know him by now,” Reijo said, with a small gesture, a wave of the hand or something resembling that. His face didn't exactly follow the words he said, as he obviously didn't feel sorry for what Yamato had said or how he contradicted Luscious. In truth, Reijo didn't like the Reikan's either. It wasn't so much a thing of hate, as much as it was simply that he didn't like clans with kekkei genkai - curses of god. But alas, Konoha had plenty of them and to rise politically, like he had before, and keep rising, like he was doing now, you had to forge alliances. “.. a lot of bark. Thankfully, he does bite. Bite harder than he barks, might I add.” A grin played on the lips of Reijo, however it was subtle. Luscious had probably known Reijo longer than today however, and could most likely pick up on it.

"Ah yes, your Yamato has indeed garnered himself a reputation of being a bit of a hothead, but with all the changes lately, perhaps a little glimpse of the spirit of old heroes.'' Luscious said, leaning back into his chair, having the usual half-arrogant, half-confident grin he had been known to have.

As he looked at Reijo, Luscious kept his grin, but in his mind he had many thoughts running through his mind, specifically on why exactly Reijo chose today of all days to set up the meeting and why he chose the Reikan Clan to be the one to be apart of diplomatic relations with the Minamoru Clan. ”Before we begin, I was hoping you could indulge in my curiosity, Rejio and answer me why you decided to reach out to the Reikan Clan? Everyone in the Leaf knows how you Minamorus despise those with Kekkei Genkais. And yet, you're here engaging in a diplomatic meeting with one of the clans who have one of the greatest Kekkei Genkais that ever existed. I am both intrigued and confused.” Luscious said.

Reijo would lean back a bit to think over his answer. He'd wait a brief moment before answering the man honestly, as the mans concern was quite a valid one. “My political answer would be that I would prefer to be amongst the first to reach out to you, Luscious,” he said with a business like tone, carefully picking his words as he moved through the sentence. 

“.. your kekkei genkai is not the worst. You are not an Uchiha, who struggle with the curse of hatred even after that cycle was broken. Not a Hyuga, who have gone mad with power and think themselves above us. You are.. no offense meant.. small. There is no threat in your kekkei genkai, not directly anyway. In the case of a mad Reikan, Konohagakure could deal with it quite well. You're not a liability, Luscious. Besides all that, well, a clan needs allies, and I'd prefer you over the Uchiha or Hyuga. Many small fists can kill a God.”

His hand curled into a fist in front of him, showcasing what he meant with this. Many small clans can deal with the Uchiha and Hyuga's, said to be the fathers of all clans. Even though the cycle had been broken by Naruto and Sasuke, Reijo was still skeptical of the Uchiha. A kekkei genkai so powerful.. no, not a kekkei genkai. A curse.. it could only instill hatred, no matter what history said about it. 

Luscious chuckled at Reijo’s words as a smirked was cracked on his face.  He could tell that Reijo held such hate for those who have supposedly “gone out of control” with not only their “curse” as Reijo put it, but also their opinion to the other clans in the village. But that wasn’t what Luscious found the most amusing. It was Reijo’s overall tone. 

”Reijo, let me tell you a story about the Reikan Clan. ” Luscious’ tone took a more serious turn, ”I‘m sure you have heard the stories about where my clan originated from and how we were remnants of the Land of Water‘s wartorn state at the time. And I‘m also sure you are familiar with how, at the time, the head of the clan and his son did battle and the son won and becoming the new head of the clan? This is how it was for generations to come, but it didn’t stop at my ancestors. My father did it to his and his father to his. It’s a secret tradition that only a few know about. ” Luscious said, explaining something that has yet to become clear. ”Do you know why I am telling you this?”

“Because you fear I'll go bored with your presence, Luscious?” Reijo said, an obvious joke indicating that he was somewhat interested, although he didn't see the connection to kekkei genkai's. “Jokes aside, I assume it's to ensure that the next generation always surpasses the last. To make your clan stronger than it was before.”

Luscious laughed, ”You’re half right. This tradition was set in place to make sure the Reikan name would live on, but there‘s another reason,” Luscious’ voice went silent, his body language not hinting towards anything. Luscious’ eyes went to Reijo and for a moment, Reijo would feel such a chilling feeling in the air it would feel like they were in an absolute zero field. ”It‘s to ensure that the ways of the Fourth  Mizukage are not forgotten.”

“So.. a trial by combat. From the fourth Mizukage? Sounds interesting, but you'd best not forget you live in Konohagakure now, Luscious. Well, I can't tell you how to do these things.. if you wish to die at Rex' hands.” That just means one less kekkei genkai user for me to worry about.. later. Reijo would now lean forwards and place his hands on the table, raising one eyebrow at the man. “I don't see how that impacts the deal I want to make, Luscious. Get to the point.”

”We are a lot of alike, Reijo. We both rule our respective clans with absolute authority and if our children get out of line, what’s a little smack here and there going to really do? ” Luscious found humor in that as a laugh and a smile cracked on his face. ”As for what it has to do with this deal of ours, I believe likeminded individuals tend to have a better time talking about possible deals when they share similarities. Wouldn't you agree, Reijo?”

Hmph. Was this man serious or was he trying to get at Reijo? He feigned a smile at the man, thinking they were similar.. they couldn't be further apart. Reijo, a man blessed with a pure bloodline.. and then Luscious, cursed by god. They were nothing alike and not a thing in this world could change that for Luscious, no matter how much he'd want to be alike with Reijo. “Sure, Luscious. Now, about that deal of mine.. I was thinking we could form a regular alliance. Nothing fancy. Just to make sure, if those Uchiha or Hyuga ever try anything in Konoha, at least we're secured together. Furthermore.. those Naito dogs will come at my clan now or later, and I'd rather have someone at my back than at theirs. One of these days.. that dog Daiki will come for my Yamato, and I'll make sure that Daiki gets torn to bits by him. Perhaps Rin will stand at his side.. what do you say?”

”I think that‘s fair enough” Luscious leaned forward slightly, shifting his position in his chair, ”Though, about the Naitos. It is my understanding that one of them — Daiki was it? — Already came at your Yamato and that he might have lost his cool and done something that he’d otherwise regret if that Maru kid and Hideyoshi‘s younger brother hadn‘t stepped in.” Perhaps Luscious was stepping on thin ice, but his information was accurate. Rex had informed Luscious of that as it was a hot topic with the village a couple of weeks ago.

Reijo was slightly annoyed that this topic had become the 'talk of the town' but it couldn't be helped. Not that he was annoyed due to that Yamato was involved, it was more so that.. it happened on his property without his consent. Damn that clown-child. “Yes, I've had run ins with the Maru clan before.” That was about all Reijo was going to say, as his 'less than legal' affairs weren't meant for everyone's ears. That and the Maru's were quite proficient shinobi who had attempted to implicate him more than once. “I'll just say this; if that Shin boy, who I've spoken with recently, hadn't stopped Yamato and Daiki.. there'd be one less Naito to worry about. Ofcourse, nothing lethal,” That's a lie. he mentally added there, but he kept his cool about him and didn't seem any different from normal. “Just a friendly spar. Daiki initiated it.. after all.”

”With the bad blood that runs between your clan and the Naito clan, I‘d hardly call it a friendly spar.” Luscious laughed, ”But regardless what it was or what people may call it, I‘m sure my Rin would be more than happy to be by your son‘s side,” He feigned a smile. He knew that his daughter wouldn’t happily stand beside Yamato. If Luscious wished it, Rin would stand naked on a street corner. Of course, Luscious wouldn’t do that cause he isn’t that cruel…yet. ”That is, of course, if your Yamato withholds his temper of being in the presence of — what did you call it? — someone with the curse of god.” A laugh escaped Luscious’ mouth, ”Who knows, Reijo. If this alliance of ours works out, there could even be talks of joining our clans with my Rin and your Yamato holding hands in holy matrimony ” 

“I don't think that will happen, Luscious. Yamato is bound to marry within the next year. However, your Rex, and my Rei.. who knows. She's a bit too young now, however. We'll discuss later. Either way, Yamato can hold his temper. He's not as bad as they make him out to be - kid has some good political sense in him too, unlike Daiki, who seems to grab every moment he can to spite Yamato. Of course, Yamato is portrayed as a bad kid, but that's just jealousy.. so, the deal is sealed, and we have an alliance then?”

Rex and Rei? While Luscious was a fan of marriages combining two clans -- especially if one of them are of high value -- Luscious didn’t like the idea of handing his oldest off to some schoolgirl, let alone one as superficial as Rei Minamoru.  Of course, Luscious would make it his mission to find a suitable mate for his oldest and as well as his second-oldest, Yukino. At least, if the latter would show some kind of initiative of wanting to carry on the Reikan name. Luscious stood up, smiling. ”It‘s a deal, Reijo. Luscious said, holding out his hand for a handshake, ”I look forward to our alliance.” Luscious happily said with a genuine smile on his face.

Naruto: Continuum

WIP:
What Needs to Be Done:
-Personality
-Appearance
-Weapon Abilities
-fine tuning of other details

---

Kokaganken(Hardened Fortitude), Tankoishi(Single Stone)
Saishu Zanku no Kokaganken Clan - The Last Remnant of the Kokaganken Clan

General Data

Name: Kokaganken(Hardened Fortitude), Tankoishi(Single Stone) ; Goes by Tanko
Nickname/Alias: Saishu Zanku no Kokaganken - The Last Remnant of the Kokaganken Clan
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Age Appearance: 19
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birthplace: Land of Iron

Organization: N/A
Clan Kokaganken

Clan History

Rank: A
Position: Traveling Samurai
Chakra Nature: Yang

Additional Appearance Details: I, at the very least, need a height and general build. You can find a picture to replace most of this, but you still need height and any notable changes.

History:

Personality:

”Like the cherry blossoms of bloom, I too have fallen to the ground. But once spring comes again, I will rise once more.“

Equipment Data

Base Weapons & Items:

Specialized Weapons & Items:

Name of Weapon or Item:
Takute The Impure(An Impure Wanting; Takute Fujun’na)

“A sword that never really ends, and never ceases to thirst for blood. Corpses will line the path of the swordsmen that wield Takute and they shall walk it readily.”

Appearance[/hider

While it may not hold a shade of blood anywhere within its form, Takute is the very essence of bloodshed. It’s a katana of larger-than-normal size. It had a hilt of white and red shade and a circular guard. The blade, while having been soaked with the blood of man, holds no color of sanguine. It holds the vibrant colors of nature; of the blues and greens of the earth and sea. It is the epitome of craftsmanship. If one were to look closely, they would see chakra itself swirl on the silver tints of the blade. It has a slightly curved edge.

The Sheath that comes with Takute is one that prevents the sword in question from unleashing its terrible might at every given moment. It’s this simply black sheath. Along the sheath, there is an incantation for a seal of placed on it:

“Fujunbutsu o hakki suru ni wa, buredo to tamashi no kyoka ga jitsugen sa renakereba narimasen(To unleash the impurity, a fortification of blade and soul must be realized.)”

This is the only condition that the blade itself requires. It’s user must have a fortified determination. It is only through this can Takute be fully utilized.

personality

Presumed to hold the darkest of man’s nature within it, Takute, according to the legend, hungers and thirsts for blood spilled and cries out to be let loose on all of those who it deems weak. As a manifestation of the hundreds and hundreds of lives slain at the hands of its user, Takute has developed its own living will, only communicating with anyone who touches it. Its thoughts are projected telepathically. Of those who have spoke of Takute’s living will, most cite it being vulgar and often authoritative to its user. Some claimed it had no remorse for those its blade had slain.

However, with Tanko, it seems to be a different variety. Takute, while maintaining the majority of its violent mannerisms and profanity, the sword seems to have a certain amount of respect for Tanko. Though it still wishes to taste the sweet aroma of live blood, Tanko has made it martial law that the only blood that Takute will ever taste would be that of the one(s) responsible for his clan’s genocide. It is because of that very reason that Takute does not fight Tanko on wanting others’ blood. He also has a bit of a complaining streak when it comes to that very subject.

history of Takute The Impure

A sword utilized by many over the years, but currently is wielded by the last remaining member of the Kokaganken Clan. This Katana has sowed tales of bloodshed and aggression, told to be the weapon of demons. Tukute The Impure has carved a corpse-filled path under the handling of its many masters, driven by a desire to spill the sanguine essence of innocents. Growing and evolving each time it is passed down from swordsmen to swordsmen.

When all there existed was war, there were groups of men and women that, to present day would be known as the slain Kokaganken Clan, longed for the bloodshed to stop. Those that lived in the plains saw that their homelands tuned into harsh battlefields; all within it holding little regard for life. These groups of men sought to forge a weapon that would allow them to defend themselves and end all war from thereon with it. So, magicians, master blacksmiths, and many shinobi worked to gather the finest ores and metals, bringing them back to the forge. As the tale goes on, the completion of the blade — a sword that carried more than one thousand others — would be the end of all bloodshed. This weapon would be passed down from master to master within the Kokaganken Clan, crushing any who strike against the peace-loving innocents.

However, all would not rest well.

Takute The Impure was forged for peace, but all it had ever known was battle. Bloodletting was in its nature. What else was a sword to do but fight? The residual hate manifested a dark will within the katana, drawing on its users to possess ill will and malefic hate over time. It was, one day, that the forge masters of Takute met and declared that the use of it was forbidden and that the sword should be destroyed; lest it fall into the wrong hands.

This outcry was challenged by the then master of the weapon. Taking it upon himself, the infamous swordsman took Takute and slew all of those that helped forge the blade or heard of its creation. Sewing countless corpses on the ground, at last the very weapon built for peace was transformed into the harbinger of destruction. Lost throughout history and passed down from swordsmen to swordsmen, the Harbinger of Destruction, the ender of men, and the Impure Blade fell into the hands of a young teen(at the time) by the name of Tankoishi of the Kokaganken Clan. When the two met, Tanko was barely fifteen. Takute sensed Tanko’s bloodlust and longing for revenge. It was the same for Tanko. He knew of the blade’s history, but he sought after it anyways. His lust for revenge was so great that the two came to an understanding. Takute would help Tanko with revenge and Takute would be able to taste blood. However, what either of them realized was that this partnership was permanent as they both seemed to complete each other.

Abiltiies

Thirst For Blood:

Immense Durability

---

Name of Weapon or Item:

Description: Include description of traits/abilities and a picture, or description of its appearance.

Combat Data

Special Traits
Enhanced Strength, Speed, and Agility
Near-Clairvoyant persception
Kenjutsu Master
Ninjutsu and Taijutsu practitioner

Fighting Style Ryujin Yoshiki(Dragon God Style; Demon Wielding Style)

Clan: Kokaganken

Description:
The Ryujin Style or the Dragon God Style is an immensely and deadly kenjutsu style developed to allow a single practitioner to defeat numerous enemies single-handedly. Practitioners of this style use a combination of superhuman speed and agility while in an advanced Iaido stance. The user makes use of observation-based pseudo-clairvoyance in order to avoid the attacks of their opponents by the least possible margin and with the least possible effort in order to place themselves in the perfect position to strike in the very instant the opponent’s strike misses. By doing so, they stress two-step attacks in order to ensure that any and all that oppose it are thoroughly slain. Due to the immense power and energy used during the style, many who have seen this style come to believe that the user is some sort of sword-wielding demon. As a result of this misconception, it has often been called the Demon-Wielding Style.

Ryujin Style requires the user to be in good shape and well-disciplined and above all else, high amounts of stamina and endurance. Practitioners of this style also seem to have a much higher understanding of kenjutsu of different styles and are able to easily predict their foe’s movements. The user can also move in a way that allows them to almost always know exactly what moves their foe or foes are going to use by making their opponent move in a certain way so that their moves aren’t just predicted, but known. This means that the user can know what their foe’s next couple of moves are going to be. A draw back to this style is that they are strenuous to the user and can hurt them if not used wisely.

---

Techniques:

Canon Techniques

Chakra Shōgekiha Kiru(Chakra Shockwave Slash)
Samuraiken no Jutsu(Samurai Sabre Technique)
Issen(Flash)
Hadan(Rapture)

S-Rank Techniques

Name of Technique: Himitsu Jutsu: Ryukara(Secret Technique: Dragon Shell)
Type of Jutsu: Kenjutsu
Classification: Offensive
Rank: S
Range: Short
Nature Type: none
Handseals: None
Description: One of the secret techniques of the Ryujin Style, this technique utilizes the sheer power granted by the Ryujin Style. The user flows Chakra-Enhanced Strength throughout their entire body and channels it into the hilt of their katana. Then, just as quickly as the technique had been prepared, they strike at their opponent in the skull. Mere seconds from contact being made, the user releasess tenketsu in their arms and hands to increase the overall impact of force. Normally, when hit with that much force, the head would split open, leaving the brain exposed and it would crack in half as well, thus killing the opponent.
Weakness: Due to the risk that the user weighs while using this technique, there is a severe drawback of it failing and the user being pretty much useless with any kind of chakra technique. Since this requires most of the overall chakra reserves of the user, if it misses, the user will be extremely exhausted.

Name of Technique: Himitsu Jutsu: Kyujosho Shiryuoda(Secret Technique: Soaring Dragon Strike)
Type of Jutsu: Kenjutsu
Classification: Offensive
Rank: S
Range: Short to Mid
Nature Type: None
Handseals: None
Description: Considered to be one of the strongest techniques of the Ryujin Style, Soaring Dragon Strike is performed while a normal strike is performed by drawing the katana from its sheath on one side while stepping forward with the opposite foot. This strike adds yet another step mid-draw with the leading foot adjacent to the sheath.

This endangers the user by possibly putting the adjacent leg into the free sword’s path and draws one even closer to an opponent’s sword than usual, but on the other hand, it boosts both the power and speed of the enhanced Iaido swing. This technique allows the user to be able to step into the small margin behind one’s own drawn sword and in front of the sword of one’s opponent without fail, delivering a beyond-godspeed blow of monstrous power. Like other Iaido moves of the Ryujin Style, Soaring Dragon Strike is a two-step move and if its secret should be anticipated and the strike itself blocked or dodged, the second step immediately comes into effect. The immense force of the enhanced draw cuts the air in front of it and creates a powerful vacuum in its wake as the deflected air rushes back into place. Any opponent to deflect or dodge the first swing will automatically be subject to this vacuum and inexorably pulled closer to the user, all the while this vacuum creates intense winds powerful enough to overwhelm and catch their opponents off-balance.

When the great amount of force being applied to the technique, a missed swing naturally leads into an accelerated spin. The added momentum of the spin in addition to the pulling force of the vacuum on both sides results in a second strike that greatly dwarfs the first in power. As a result, the target would be flung into the air by the powerful strike and comes crashing down to the ground. To date, no one has yet to survive being hit with this technique.

Weakness: The most perfect of concentration is needed. Even if there is one misstep, the technique can backfire severely and the user could quite possibly lose their life as a result…or worse.

A-Rank Techniques

Name of Technique: Ryu no Kosho(Bite of The Dragon)
Type of Jutsu: Kenjutsu; Taijutsu
Classification: Offensive; Defensive
Rank: A
Range: Short
Nature Type: None
Handseals:
Description: Ryu no Kosho is both a defensive and offensive-type of technique of the famed Ryujin Style. To pull this off, the user must have a good amount of strength, chakra control, and precision as this technique is considered to be one of the Ryujin Style’s more advanced techniques.

By observing the target, the user matches the exact breathing pattern of the foe and channels chakra to one of their dominant hand’s fingers. Then, as the foe strikes, the user is able to catch and absorb the impact of the strike with the mid-section of their finger. The user will then bring the top half of their finger to the target’s weapon causing the absorbed strike to be redirected to the target as slashing damage back at the foe.
Weakness: Complete chakra control is essential for this technique to go without a hitch. Complete concentration is also needed.

B-Rank Techniques

Name of Technique: Koirujoryu(Coiled Dragon)
Type of Jutsu: Kenjutsu
Classification: Defensive
Rank: B
Range: Short
Nature Type: None
Handseals: None
Description: Koirujoryu is a defensive type of technique of the Ryujin Style. Similar to the Ryu no Kosho technique, the user will observe and match the breathing of the foe, only this time sending chakra into their katana. Then, as the foe strikes, the user will place their open hand on their blade just as the opponent’s sword comes in for that strike, causing all of the chakra in the sword to be released, which in turn causes the foe’s strike to be nullified.
Weakness: Just as with Ryu no Kosho, the aspect of complete chakra control and concentration is needed for this technique to be successful.

C-Rank Techniques

Name of Technique: Momoki ni-ryu(Blinding Dragon
Type of Jutsu: Kenjutsu
Classification: Offensive; Defensive
Rank: C
Range: Short
Nature Type: None
Handseals: None
Description: The user will block an oncoming strike with the guard of their katana and then take said end of the hit and forcefully and quickly jam it into the target’s eye. This will cause the target to go blind temporarily in said eye due to the pain.
Weakness: It’s a simple block. If quick enough, the receiving end of this move will be able to counter in some way.

Name of Technique: Ryugeoda(Dragon Fang Strike)
Type of Jutsu: Kenjutsu
Classification: Offensive
Rank: C
Range: Short
Nature Type: None
Handseals: None
Description:A simple yet powerful offensive technique of the Ryujin Style. The user will perform a one-handed, Iaido strike. Just before the blade makes contact to the mid-section of the target, the user places their free hand onto the blade and will push it into the target with great force and tremendous anger. The result causes the original strike to gain an increase of power and speed as it severs a vital spot of the target’s and could potentially lead them to bleed out to death.
Weakness: As it is a simple technique, it could just as easily be evaded by side-stepping or something of the like.

D-E-Rank Techniques

Name of Technique:
Type of Jutsu:
Classification:
Rank:
Range:
Nature Type:
Handseals:
Description:
Weakness:

Solace In Night: A Kingdom Hearts RP

I am also worried. I understand that Pierce might be busy and also Sole, but would love to continue this as well.

@Piercing Light
@SoleAccord

RPguild Ranked Tournement (Altered Tundra vs Vordak)

@Vordak I probably should have asked this before, but at its strongest, what's the damage Pulse can do at its maximum? I know you implied that it can knock Alexis out cold at that close range, but it seemed you also implied something akin to nerve damage, possible beheading if aimed correctly.

Naruto: Continuum

The Past of Two Swordsman

Remembering The Past

---

Ten years since it happened

Amid the high winds and rapidly falling snow laying drops of white upon a burnt and decayed village-like settlement that contrasts the white with dark brown and coal black, two figures stand on the top of a foothill staring at it. One, hair as black as the midnight sky and another, hair as violet as an amethyst. The latter looked on with an empty despair. The wind shifted directions from against the two figures to behind them. The amethyst-colored hair flew over the man’s eyes. A simple hand stroke made his hair go back behind his ears, but it didn’t do much in the long run as the wind blew it back to where it was, so the man just did nothing. He simply looked on.

”It’s the same as it was last year -- empty, hollow, and a constant reminder of that night. Tanko said, his voice emotionless and distant.

Seisui looked out upon the ruined village, a small crease in his brow, his lips turned down slightly. Tanko was right, it really was an unpleasant reminder. That day had been the day when many of the people he cared for had simply been wiped from the world. He closed his eyes, but the smell of burnt and rotting wood became stronger, so he opened them again, turning them to the sky instead of the ruin before them. "We honor their memory, by coming," he said, his voice sounding calmer than he felt.

He turned away, "Perhaps one day you and your offspring might rebuild...if you choose to take that path." He gave the younger man a sidelong glance, guaging his reaction, before his eyes turned back to the sky, his mouth closed, the only sound the passing of the wind through their surroundings. It was too bad that such a beautiful day was the anniversary to the Kokaganken Masacre.

It was truly a sad thing, even to one such as he and especially to his nephew.

"Maybe, Tanko said, his head drifting away from the sight of his former home. He couldn't bare to look at what had become of it any longer. Tanko turned away completely, his body moving in the opposite direction of the burnt village, but he stopped about one foot behind Seisui I will return here after I find those responsible and make them pay," Tanko said as he simply started off in a calm-like walk. It was anything but that.

Seisui did not turn his head as Tanko spoke, and then turned and began his retreat from the place. He could read his nephew, he knew the boy well, like family even though they weren't actually related by blood. His eyes grazed over the ruined settlement and he shook his head, sighing lightly before he too turned from it, following his fellow swordsman, and in some ways, pupil. He noticed the tension in the boy's stride, even though he tried to give off a relaxed, or at least calm, air. Seisui knew what true calm was, he lived it, it was the very core to who he was, what he was. The Mayonaka clan had practiced the Shizukana-ryuu-ji no(_{静かな-龍-字の} 'Style of the Tranquil Path') for decades, no generations. They knew serenity, peace, and tranquility better than most ever would. For this reason it was effortless for him to pick up on Tanko's emotions by his body language. It was second nature.

"Revenge will not bring them back," Seisui said, his voice clear even with the swift breeze blowing through the tall grass, ruffling their hair and clothes, "...but you deserve the closure," he finished. There was a deep understanding in Seisui, and while Tanko may not have entirely understood his uncle, he would know it was genuine. If the boy lashed out, Seisui could handle it, it still happened even after all of their travels. He still felt the need to remind him that revenge was something for the living, rather than a homage to the dead.

He caught up to Tanko, walking alongside him for a long while before he spoke again, breaking the peace that was so unfitting to this sad, forgotten place. "Where now, Tanko?" He looked to the boy. He had long ago decided to let him lead, even if he might have been able to better do so. It was a learning experience for the boy. Perhaps it would help him feel in control of his life, or at least as if he were doing something. At least, he could hope it did. It might have only been a distraction, or it might have been Seisui's way of allowing Tanko to grieve. Regardless, it was needed...or that was what he thought at least.

Tankoishi didn’t respond immediately. He kept his silence for a single minute. His eyes were solely focused on the solemn road that was paved white with snow, but in his eyes, every single road that he and his Uncle Seisui traveled on were all paved with blood of the Kokaganken. It didn’t matter if the roads were soaked with rain from the sky or if they were green from the grass — in his eyes, Tanko only saw the blood of his brethren.
“I’ve been hearing whispers around about those responsible,” Tanko said, breaking the silence between him and his uncle, “these whispers supposedly place them in the Land of Wind. Supposedly, in Sunagakure,” Tanko informed Seisui.

"I see," Seisui replied, "That is a long journey from here, especially on foot. It will take quite some time." Despite his words he made no complaint or mention that their efforts would be fruitless if they arrived and the trail had gone cold, or worse, had never existed at all.

”I do not care.” Tanko retorted, “I’d go to the far reaches of the globe if it meant finding those who slaughtered my clan.”

Seisui did not respond, merely walking alongside his nephew. He hoped that one day Tanko would be freed of this, or perhaps that he himself could help the boy open his eyes again. He knew his nephew, since the massacre, had developed a sort of tunnel vision. In his world it was him, the enemy, and the path to them. There was nothing else, Tanko had no one aside from him, but Seisui wasn't sure how long he could continue to accompany the boy. He wasn't sure if it would be better for Tanko's enemy to appear before them and be ended, or for Tanko to never find him and have to work through the trauma and grief on his own.

Probably the latter. Aterall, revenge did not truly bring closure. "Very well," Seisui finally said, a minute having passed, "We will go to Sunagakure, but it would be best if we went to a nearby town and bought some mounts. It would be faster on horseback, and easier on us. If nothing else it will save our energy for the true encounter." He put his hand on Tanko's shoulder, whether the boy liked it or not. He gripped it so he couldn't simply shrug him off. One day, Seisui hoped he could broaden Tankoishi's tunnel vision so he could see the world again. So that he could see that there was hope, even if his past was drowned in blood. So he could see that there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

Most of all he hoped that attempting to do so was not a false light at the end of the tunnel....
Not saying anything, Tankoishi simply gave his uncle a nod. The journey to Sunagakure was indeed a long one. Just going to Suna from even the beginning of the desert was a long one, so for two samurai to go from The Land of Iron to the Land of Wind was quite the journey. Most wouldn’t even make it out of the snowy lands of the Land of Iron or even past the grueling desert. They’d either have to be accustomed to the cold or hot lands of the snow and desert respectively or they’d have to be extremely stubborn and determined. Tanko fell into the latter category. His rage was enough to fuel any determination limit that was required of the mind.

As they marched on forward at a silent walk, Tanko and Seisui would eventually pace five-hundred times which would bring them to a decently-sized settlement. It looked very similar to that of the Kokaganken Ruins except it wasn’t burnt down. There were people walking about. There were probably about only ten people who were out and about. The rest either asleep as the sun’s position in the sky hinted towards late-evening or that there were fewer people than Tanko had guessed. The purple-haired samurai walked with his raven-haired companion, looking around for where the stables were. Eventually, they found it near the edges of the village. It was a small setup as there was a small area where the horses were kept and beside it a shed-like house. However, they weren’t the only ones there.
”Hand them over old man! Both of them!”

There were three individuals, though only one of them spoke. They all were close in appearance and build. They stood around six feet tall, a muscular tone was shown through their clothing. Their clothes were simply miner outfits. All of them had the same color hair of black and eyes yellow as the sun. Each of them smelled of coal and fire, most likely miners of sorts. And they each had a single katana-like weapon in their hands. They were harassing the staples owner, most likely wanting the horses.

“I can’t. These are my only two horses. If I don’t sell them, my kids won’t eat this week....” The stables owner said, explaining his situation to the thugs that were harassing him.

”I don’t think you understand,” One of the other two thugs stepped forward, “We aren’t asking. We’re demanding.” He said, raising up his sword, poising to strike.

Tanko gritted his teeth. If there was one thing he hated above everything else it was a bully. He viewed them as poor excuses for human beings. Just as quickly as it had unfolded before him, Tanko had rushed in, his katana unsheathed and blocking the thug’s strike. Shocked, the thug tried to push Tanko’s sword down or away from him, but he was clearly outclassed. Tanko’s skill reached further beyond anything what this simpleton’s abilities were.

A light frown on his features as they approached the scene, Seisui watched it unfold, but even before his nephew drew his blade, he had already slipped his own sheath from the sash at his waist Gripping the sheath just beneath where it met the hilt at which point the man strode forth. He was silent and his frown faded, becoming an expression of incredible calm. Tanko rushed forwards before Seisui had reached the thugs. He didn't flinch or make any sudden movements even as the second thug raised a club and slashed it through the air at the old man's head. The thug blinked and his club was suddenly in tatters, cut so cleanly and so many times that only its handle remained. Seisui hadn't closed the distance.

The thug's eyes widened as he stared at his hand, backing away even while his eyes fell on Seisui, darting between the swordsman and the man engaging his comrade.

Seisui smiled.

In that moment the thug recognized him and called out to his friend, "Let's get out of here man! That guy's the Tranquil Lotus. The other one's his nephew." At that the thug whose blade was quickly being pushed towards him, jumped back and away, causing Tanko's weapon to slide across his chest leaving a shallow gash. They both ran.

Seisui tied his weapon back into his sash, glancing to Tanko, then the man. "We'll buy them, how much?" He hadn't even faltered, switching between situations with no pause whatsoever. It was all natural for him, almost as if combat and normal interaction were the same in his mind.

In a sense they were.

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Jaakuna Sawada, The Sundance Kid VS Kapora, The Counter

---

After Shin’s fight ended(brutally mind you), Jaakuna got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Not as bad as when he saw that Bandaged Man fight, but definitely up there. There was just this ominous feeling he got when he looked at who he was set to fight. This guy looked like the devil’s reject. A skin head in every sense of the word. His bald head had so many tattoos that Jaakuna couldn’t make out his face at parts. When the numbers were called, Jaakuna got up. He shook his head, slapping himself on the cheek a couple of times, and proceeded to walk to the fighting ring. He looked back at Fujitora and the others with a cheeky grin. It was false, but he didn’t want them to know that he was in a bad way. By the time he turned his head and faced forward, Jaakuna was inside it and the force field came up.

The bald man was about 6'5" in height, and his build made him all the more intimidating. He wa wearing a brown coat however it lacked the sleeves, exposing his massive muscles. Though it seemed to be just for show, the fact that he was here debunked the idea of a pushover. He kept his eyes closed as he entered the field, only to open them in order to peer down at his shorter foe. To him, Jaakuna didn't seem like much, small fry as the big lads would say around here. As usual, Kapora didn't say anything and simply took the typical battle position. Because his opponent was shorter and seemed to lack experience give his age, he'd simply gesture the teen to come at him first. It was the minimum he could do before going full berserk.

”You’re going to regret that, Baldo! Jaakuna said taking stance. Rushing forward in a dash, Jaakuna gained a meter per step, his eyes were fixated solely on the tall, bald man. As he was just three meters away from the man, Jaakuna jumped off his left foot and proceeded to half-flip his body. Airborne, Jaakuna’s body was in a position where his right leg was leveled horizontally, but his left leg was up in a vertical way. When gravity would bring Jaakuna down naturally, he would bring his left leg down for an axe-kick that, if successful, would come down on the top of the bald man’s shiny cueball of a head.

With Jaakuna's insult toward Kapora's appearance, the tall man didn't appear as calm as he used to. Exhaling from his nose, he saw the arrogant young boy rush at him without much thought put into his actions. Keeping his stance, he waited for his opponent to strike, and when he did he'd react. Taijutsu, and pretty strong too, but evidently not too difficult to anticipate. He'd have to jump pretty high to execute a damaging blow like this, making this all too easy for Kapora to block. Simply lifting his right arm up in a defensive way, Jaak's leg would hit against the chain wrapped around the man's arm. At first, he'd barely feel anything other than the hard metal, but he'd quickly acknowledge pain as spikes emerged from the chain, stabbing the leg in multiple areas. They weren't very long, barely piercing the boy's muscles, but long enough to cause worrying bleeding. The bald man would then proceed to preparing his free arm for a strike in react to what Jaakuna would do in response to this defensive maneuver.

Feeling those metal spikes dig mildly deep into his left shin, Jaakuna endured the pain that it had caused him. By bending his upper-body back just slightly, Jaakuna’s leg would tug off of the metal chain spikes that had dug into its flesh, blood dripping onto the ground from where Jaakuna’s still airborne body was. Jaakuna extended both arms towards the ground as his body would then be pointed head-first. By doing a simple handstand followed by backflip, Jaakuna gained a two meter distance between him and the Bald Man.

I’m going have to be a bit careful when attacking. Those chains could cause a lot of problems real quick. Jaakuna looked at the Bald Man for a few seconds before taking off in another forward run. As he ran, Jaakuna’s arms raised. His hands would form three hand seals and not anymore than a second later, his chakra began to build around him, showing a radiant golden form. Jaakuna had activated his Ryusei(Meteor) technique. When he used it before, there was smoke surrounding the ring, so no one knew who he was, but it was undoubtedly everyone knew exactly who Jaakuna was now. Jaakuna stepped off his right foot this time, Jaakuna motioned his body in a horizontal position, arms extended outward in front of him. Accelerating his body at fast speeds, Jaakuna, at this point, was like a speeding, golden bullet poised to strike at the Bald Man’s central core.

Some special ninjutsu was being used, something that made the kid glow and made his chakra levels spike. Kapora's first guess would be something akin to a power boost or an element coat, but it didn't look like any element he had seen. Most of the audience likely knew what this was but the bald man wasn't too savvy on those. Nonetheless, with Jaakuna attempting a strike, the man's concealed arms weaved hand seals in such a way that it didn't actually seem visible while behind the coat. With that done, both his exposed hands were coated with a thick layer of earth and rock, but he didn't strike just yet.

With Jaakuna's augmented speed and the extra weight in Kapora's hands, the man wasn't arrogant enough to think he'd deliver a hit so easily. Instead, he'd let Jaakuna attack, only to have his arm be caught at the level of the forearm by two massive hands coming out of his coat. He was holding on tight with his naturally high strength and the power of two arms, so he could deliver a downward punch with his enhanced earth hands. Needless to say, this kind of punch could break a few bones.

Just seconds before his attack would get blocked, Jaakuna brought back one of his arms closer to his chest while the other would get grabbed by the Bald Man’s large hand. Just as the earth-covered fist would come down towards Jaakuna’s upper-back, Jaakuna would slightly twist his body to turn about ninety degrees to the point that he was now facing the large fist coming down at him. At this point, Jaakuna increased the circulation of chakra in his arm that was to his chest, but solely focusing the increase at his own fist. Then, as quickly as he could, Jaakuna extended that arm vertically as it met with the Bald Man’s own. Though the chakra surrounding Jaakuna’s fist was a major increase of what it was before, it still took all Jaakuna had to just keep it at bay. It was a struggle just to keep the man’s raw strength from crushing Jaakuna’s sternum.

With hits clashing, Kapora's earth fist would collide with a Kekkei Genkai enhanced counter strike. They both proved to deliver strong blows. Forcing his fist in deeper, the earth coating would quickly shatter, destroying the enlarged fist in the process and letting the man grab Jaakuna's wrist in the process now that his hand was free. With the chain wrapped on that same arm, the lower end of that chain wrapped on his palm would inevitably impale Jaak's wrist in this circumstance. Two hands on one arm and one hand deeply planted in the other, Jaak only had his feet to get away from this next strike: Kapora had his free hand deliver an earth enhanced punch to Jaak's torso level all the while never letting go of his arms.

With both hands being held, one just being held in position and the other by the wrist impaled by those same metal spikes, Jaakuna silently cursed himself as he fell for the same trick yet again. How could he be so stupid? He needed to think on his feet now because they were the only thing left for him to use since both hands were not available at the moment. Then, just as he was racing possible plans through his mind, Jaakuna saw the free arm the Bald Man coming down to his torso. Using quick thinking once more, Jaakuna used the only thing he had left free and it was his legs. By extending one of his legs, Jaakuna expelled fire chakra from it as it would clash with the fist that was coming down. It was a linear, thin line of fire, but the speed and strength of it would be enough to not only melt away the earth covering his hand, but the sudden surprise would probably catch him off guard. Using that advantage, Jaakuna would break free from the hold, ripping his wrist flesh from the chains and the grip of his other hand and rolling a meter and a half away from Baldo.

The fire would indeed consume layers of the earth and the force expelled had indeed, derived the punch, allowing Jaakuna to use his enhanced strength to free himself from Kapora's grip. Although the man was angry, he didn't act out of irrationality just yes, the fact that he had a chunk of flesh and a good amount of blood in his hand was a good indicator. After all, people kill themselves by gashing their arms that way and leaving large wounds, how unfortunate that he couldn't rip a little more of the forearm to leave Jaakuna with so little time. Not that he had much without treatment. With this in mind, the brute knew his prey would have a harder time, allowing him to collect himself a little more. All four of his arms crossed and waiting.

Facing his opponent, Jaakuna was now cautious in getting close. He now knew that any close-range attack wouldn’t work out. In addition to that, the two extra arms meant that Jaakuna had half the amount of luck on his side, so he would have to play it long range for a bit. At least until he was able to figure out this guy’s fighting style and pinpoint the weakness in it. Surely a guy like him had a weakness somewhere. It was only a matter of finding it and being able to poise an attack at the right moment.

“Fire Release: Shadow Clone Jutsu!” Jaakuna yelled as he formed a tiger hand seal and in a poof of smoke, two shadow clones of Jaakuna appeared on the left and right of him. As all three of them ran towards Baldo, fire chakra began to surround them all. In that same instant, they all ran around Baldo, surrounding him in a triangle formation. All the while they did that, they were forming five hand seals and the last one being tiger, “Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!” Each of them said simultaneously, inhaling, and then exhaling three giant fireballs at Baldo. At the range they were fired at, the escape window was very limited.

The boy was about a meter away, making things all too simple for the bald man. The chain on his forearm would unwrap itself almost by itself before being hurled toward the clones as they were birthed, pursuing a whipping motion to catch them as they would try to place themselves in a tactical manner. They were clones after all, making the job not as difficult as actually hitting the kid. Nonetheless, their attempt to make fireballs would either be foiled before they could even get a correct position or at the moment they'd actually have to make hand seals. To top it off, Kapora's lower hands wouldn't be left idle, slacking wasn't in his nature. Though as he kept his upper arms active, his lower were slightly slower in making hand seals. But it wasn't hard to get this technique done, as the Earth Dragon emerged from the man's right. A giant, serpent-like dragon of earth and rock sponging any stray fireball his whip would possibly miss. It would however simply surround the man for the time being as its durability served as a good shield.

One clone was done away before even reaching the bald man and the other was done away from the whip, all there was left was the real Jaakuna who had used the Great Fireball Jutsu, but it was blocked by a massive Earth Dragon as it acted as a shield. Jaakuna’s eyes lit up with anger. Each attempt at an offense was met with a stronger defense. Nothing Jaakuna did was working. He was almost at his breaking point. Fuck it. Jaakuna would abandon physical attacks. He would try something else. “You must be pretty afraid to take a chance. You’re not doing much other than blocking. What’s the matter? Are you afraid that if you leave that spot, you’ll mess up? Come on baldo! Come at me. Show me that you’re more than just a fucking retarded blockhead.” Jaakuna had resorted to name calling. Truly, he was at the end of his ropes.

Jaakuna was getting provocative, something that quickly irritated Kapora. The idea that his opponent will soon become weak and quickly die from blood loss wasn't going to be strong enough to resist finishing the job himself. He'd gesture his dragon to charge into the young lad with it mouth open, ready to crush him in a gargantuan mass of heavy stone and dirt. All the while the man gritted his teeth while preparing a whipping strike toward the direction Jaakuna would try to dodge if he were wise enough to not directly engage with the monolith striking him.

It’s working. Jaakuna’s plan to get that guy off his game just slightly was working as seen by his facial expressions when Jaakuna reverted to his profanity. It was also seen as how Mr. Clean had gestured his Earth Dragon to go at Jaakuna, mouth opened and poised to strike at The Sundance Kid. He cracked a smile as he took a stance with his left leg forward, knee bent, and the right leg straight supporting his core. He extended both arms in widespread, straight way, each having fire chakra expelled from it. One arm was facing the dragon, to which the chakra would go inside the dragon and reduce it to rubble in a matter of seconds. The other arm, was pointed towards whipping chain to at least deflect it. Ideally, it would be sent back at Mr. Clean at the same speed(or higher) than he himself had whipped it.

With the earth charging at Jaakuna heated and broken, the most heated parts which were the center of his attacks charged in his direction, following the monster's momentum as it crumbled. Most of it was rubble, but the most affected was lava charging right at Jaak accompanied by a huge amount of dust and random debris befalling him. Kapora became red in anger, how did this brat dare to do such a ridiculous act? He kept insulting the man by trying to prove his worth toward his favorite ability, and it frustrated him. Because Jaakuna was surrounded by smoke and rubble, Kapora couldn't see him yet, but it didn't prevent him from being on his guard, making sure every side of his being was covered. Perhaps his opponent was dead anyway, so he refrained from charging in.

Jaakuna didn’t anticipate the amount of debris around. He dodged a good number of them. A few of the chunks of earth would hit his body, but it didn’t do much damage. Over the course of a half of a minute, he had gained a good couple of bruises on his shoulders.

Amidst the rubble and dust gathering around Jaakuna’s general location, this provided the Sundance Kid with the perfect opportunity. Since Mr. Clean wasn’t coming at him, it provided him a chance to finally get a hit on him and not the other way around. From the smoke and debris, there came a single kunai knife with a exploding tag attached to the end of it. Jaakuna had thrown it towards one of Kapora’s legs. It didn’t matter if it stuck into his leg or if it was deflected. Jaakuna had made it so that upon physical contact, the next three seconds would ignite an explosion. Let’s see him get out of dodge soon enough for this.

Things were getting quiet, about thirty seconds passed. Good, he was going to waste his time planning things as his arm didn't get any better. But then a shadow traveled through the smoke and deformed the cloud, a kunai was emerging. Using his whip, he'd easily slap the singular kunai, only to have the paper bomb revealed as it flipped to the side. Kapora's eyes widened in surprised, his lower arms forming hand seals but they weren't for defense. He only had his trusty chain to defend himself. The paper bomb seemed ready to explode, and as such he'd simply pinch a part of the chain with his thumb and index in order to spin the thing like a fan. This wouldn't prevent him from being pushed back, but it would prevent the hot flames to hit sensitive spots of his body and debris from piercing him. Though, the shock would easily destabilize the spinning motion, damage was minimal and the pushback got him closer to the wall but away from the small cloud of smoke created from the kunai.

He exhaled from his nose, losing patience once more. But once again, he couldn't see his enemy, and he wasn't going to charge in without an enemy in sight. He was completely capable of doing it if there enemy had an obvious trap set up, but someone of his level wouldn't blindly go in darkness.

Whatever happened, Jaakuna heard an explosion, which surely meant that the exploding tag went off at some point. Jaakuna knew that eventually the smoke gathering from the explosion and the previous debris would fade away. So, if he wanted to get any sort of attack to make its way to Kapora without even the slightest chance of him catching wind of it first, then Jaakuna had to act fast. And besides, the blood dripping from his wrist, while just drops, would eventually be enough to cause Jaakuna a lot of problems. As Jaakuna looked at the smoke around him, he noticed that it was about fifty percent visibility if one were to be just right outside of it, so Jaakuna just had to assume that he had just a minute before it would clear. Given that, Jaakuna had maybe two or three chances to land a surprise attack.

"You must be getting annoyed. Can't see me, so your only choice is to wait for me to come to you." Jaakuna's voice traveled through the smoke and to Kapora, "I bet you want to just come in here and join me. Why don't you? I'm obviously not strong enough to take you on in a direct manner." He was trying to bait him, play to whatever sense of pride he had or whatever prevented Kapora from charging in head-first. Little did he know, Jaakuna had created two Fire Shadow Clones when he was talking, both of them spread throughout the smoke-covered area. Should he fall for the bait, fireballs would be launched at him at close range. Now, Jaakuna simply waited for him to take it or not.

"Heh, heh. Brat. Weakling too, speak a lot. You die anyway." The man spoke for the first time, but with a strange accent and broken language. A smirk formed on his face but it was to cover the anger held within. He was surely very pissed, especially when he'd hear distinct footsteps in synch with shadows forming in the slowly degrading smoke in the air. With his jutsu started a few moments ago, his four hands were now equipped with earth enhancement, of course it didn't prevent him from using his chain as he kept it over the earth layer. He charged at the first shadow, the shadow clone closest to his right and went full speed to deliver a powerful punch. The earth enhancement would be a marvelous defense in case of a counter attack, but he thought of it more as a useful finisher. Either way, he had four enhanced earth fists that could foil Jaakuna's plans at any time.

He purposely let the chain drag down and stretch toward his previous position. He was keen on trapping his opponent if he were to do something fishy from afar. But right now, all he wanted was some good ol' clone bashing.

“You think so? You’re funny. You should be a comedian.” Jaakuna said, knowing fully that Kapora had stepped into the smoke-covered area and had done away with one of the clones. It mattered not since the other one would ignite a flaming ball towards him at fast speeds. Little did he know, however that Jaakuna was coming from behind him, kunai with exploding tag in hand and he threw it. At that same time that he did, the fireball would reach him. Either he blocked the kunai or the fireball, but whatever would happen, Kapora would have to react quickly.

The first clone was easy to handle, however the other one seemed to cause trouble. Kapora knew of its location since he had detected the shadows from the get go, but the fire ball was bigger and faster than expected. In a last minute attempt, he used his two left arms as large shields as they held the enhanced earth ability. The fireballs would destroy most of it and leave the man with burnt jeans and shoulders red.

Kapora's rage and impatience had brought him in this ambush, however, and he took a nice stab to the back along with an explosive tag explosion. This propelled him forward and damaged his back pretty badly, third degree burns and ribs taking a toll. Luckily, it was only an explosive tag, and on his back. Then again on a member wouldn't be too bad for him given his unique attributes. He was hurting, but that just fueled his rage. As he got up, he could see Jaakuna's shadow, and luckily for Kapora, the stealth chain was going to be of great benefit. Since Kapora had taken a direct shot, he of course acted as though he was weakened, though not entirely false, his rage compensated. As such, it would be quite sudden when the chain would rapidly slash to Jaakuna's ankles. When hit, it'd wrap around the member and of course impale it. Making the teen his little pet.

Jaakuna surely felt the pain of the chains wrapped around his ankles. While the pain was there and surely it was evident that Jaakuna was in a bad way, this pain didn’t even come close to the anger and wrath his mother put in him some times. That woman can make even the manliest man feel like a little girl. “Is that all you got, Baldo!” Jaakuna said, him trying to antagonize Kapora more. “Your chains feel like rabbit kisses compared to the lectures my mom gives me.” Jaakuna, through all of the pain, laughed loudly, aimed towards Kapora. This is good. My words anger him. I can use this.

Kapora breathed hard, both from the pain and the anger. Though, he could look on the bright side, he still held a large advantage on his opponent. He wasn't bleeding out (burn wound) nor did he have enough ninjutsu to be wasting as much as his opponent. The benefits of being more physical oriented came from there, supposedly. With an endeavor coming only from spite, he pulled with all his might on the chain, the grip tightening and the blades slashing through the muscles and tendons connected to the foot. Jaakuna was being pulled at full speed toward the man. All the while, as he went through the dust, he could see Kapora weaving very familiar hand seals. As he quickly weaved them, the same dragon from before emerged from the earth before Kapora, shielding him from a possible counter and launching itself directly to his now submitted opponent. He was going all in, and he was taking no prisoners.

The rough texture of the ground scraped the backside of Jaakuna's body as he was being dragged by Kapora's raw, physical strength. JAakuna couldn't tell exactly what was in front of him, but soon a brown dragon rose from the earth like it had done before and just as it had done before, it came forth to Jaakuna with a ferocity that was fear-inspiring. Not knowing what else to do, Jaakuna formed hand seals. Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!" Jaakuna said, expelling fire chakra from his mouth. This time, instead of it taking a fireball shame, Jaakuna’s jutsu would now take the shame that of flowing flames, like a flamethrower. The flames would make partially graze the rough, rocky exterior of the dragon and partially make their way into the mouth of the dragon. Parts of it would burn away, chunks of rock and earth dropping out. This was still going on as Jaakuna had been pulled by Kapora.

Once again, a mass of rock befell the lad, but this time he didn't have a means to dodge it, allowing some pretty nasty debris to hit his already damaged body. But it didn't stop Kapora from ripping the boy out of the dust cloud and drag him in for a finishing earth enhanced punch to the torso. Kapora was going to get what he wanted, crushing that boy for the outrageous things he had said.

Airborne now, Jaakuna saw the rock fist come in for a final punch(Jaakuna’s guess). This was his only chance. Jaakuna, with the a dose of his last bit of chakra, surrounded himself in Meteor once more. The aura would not only be strong enough to break Kapora’s grip of Jaakuna’s ankles as the enhanced strength allowed Jaakuna to wiggle out of it, but at the very moment the fist towards him, Jaakuna forced that fist down with precise movements thanks to his capoeira. When the fist would hit the ground, Jaakuna half flipped and as if mirroring his first move, he delivered a hard, all-that-he-had axe kick to Kapora’s skull. All the while, Jaakuna felt immense pain shooting through that same leg. If successful -- which Jaakuna had high hopes that it was -- it would pack enough force to send Kapora’s head crashing into the ground and make a nice head-shaped hole into it. Hopefully this does it.

As the kick came down on Kapora's head, Jaakuna started to smile widely as a large thud sound could be heard when Kapora's large head crashed into the ground. His large body was facedown while his butt was up, arms at the side on top of each other. "Now stay down baldo." Jaakuna would land over Kapora's head, limping and eventually falling to one knee. He was battered up. His back scraped up like a scratching post, his ankles so cut up that he might just had torn his ACL and MCL, and to make matters worse, Jaakuna was hungry as fuck. Jaakuna made his way back to where the others were in a slow limp. It was amazing that Jaakuna was able to walk at all. From the cuts on his ankles to already existing injuries, Jaakuna was probably on his last leg.

As he arrived to the bench where the others were at, Jaakuna gave them a cheeky grin. "Now how's that for a match?" Jaakuna confidently boasted about his win, "Shin, yours was impressive, but you know everyone loves the Sawada's Meteor. GWAHAHA!" He laughed as he took a seat between Paneru and Shin, setting his back against the wall wincing in pain.

With the match finished and Jaak advancing forward to a much darker fate, the announcer proudly presented the current status of the tournament, warning everyone that they were half way already. But they didn't lose any time, the field would fix itself and the next two fighters would be selected. Fujitora would begin to feel a certain tension within him. He didn't want to fight that Psychopath, at least not yet, but at the same time he wanted to know who it was. Plus it was better him than the kids he'd have running around, barely making it through a couple of jutsu and a doll. As exasperated as it made him feel, he was still proud.

The first selective orb fell on the bandaged psycho in question while the other lingered. This moment was the most stressing or everyone, but it'd eventually fall on a tattooed man who seemed to have been in Gozoboro's team as well. He seemed confident, despite knowing the cruelty of the man he was going to face. This was probably going to be one hell of a show.

@Savato

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Rin Reikan, Little Ice Minx

---

From Mia nearly burning off Rin’s clothes to Megumi addressing Mia about nearly burning Rin’s clothes off, they would walk along a snow-ridden path. Rin, even though she had packed a change of clothes, still felt the coldness from the snow and the wind that aided. Thankfully, Megumi gave Rin another tattered cloak to at least help her get warm. Still, she would get Mia back for what she did.

Before they would trek further along the path, Megumi would explain to the genin that when the time came for the plan, Megumi would chirp like a bird. Rin found that odd, but everything about Megumi-sensei was odd. From the way she spoke, the way she walked, and all the way to the way she dressed. So Rin decided not to even think about how odd that plan-of-action sounded and just to roll with it. Besides, Rin was good at following orders when it really counted.

The next few minutes were silent as all hell. Nobody even said a single word, not Megumi, not Rin -- not anybody. The only sounds that any of them heard was that of the whistling wind. Well, that and the sounds of the snow being pressed down by the three sets of the genin’s feet.

“Looks like we’re almost there,” Rin said.

As they got to the front of the Samurai Bridge, Megumi would announce that the Samurai would undoubtedly be arriving soon and thus she clapped her hands to have everyone take their places. Just then, Megumi chirped and as if on instinct, Rin fainted face-first. This better work. Rin hoped that she wouldn’t act like a fool for no reason.

Rin couldn’t see anything as she had forced her eyes closed, but her ears were wide open. Adding to that, Megumi then started to shake Rin’s body violently. Rin could feel her neck jerking back and forth. On the outside, she had such an expressiveness face, but on the inside she had it in her right mind to forsake the façade and punch Megumi right then and there. Nobody manhandles her like that and gets away with it. But of ocurse, Rin withheld that desire once more for the mission.

Rin heard armor clanking against the stone makings of the bridge and that meant the Samurai had arrived and Megumi called for help as part of the plan. There were exchanges of words. Megumi was pleading them to help her and her sister Riara(Rin) and the Samurai didn’t waste any time. They automatically asked how Megumi got into the Land of Iron. Megumi of course avoided from answering and simply redirected the attention to how her sister fell unconscious. When that didn’t work, Megumi tried explaining that they were on their way to visit their father. Nice one.. However, that didn’t work. The Samurai then responded by saying that not a single family member is allowed to visit their Samurai family and then he deduced that they were all shinobi.

Shit.. Plan was ruined. They were made.

Megumi then tweeted again and Rin stood up, the white snow falling from her fair skin. Following that, Megumi summoned(?) a Silverback Gorilla and it proceeded to bound its chest and show its teeth while taking out a few of the samurai, sending some of them off the bridge and to a fall of their deaths. Megumi then ordered the genin’s to handle the samurai while she secured them a path to the village.

“Well Mia, Geichi…Gorilla,” Rin said as she stepped forward, “time to show these samurai why we’re the best genin of the Hidden Leaf,” She proudly said. As she leapt forward, stopping after one meter, Rin inhaled, “Fūton: Daitoppa!” She exhaled, releasing a gust of wind from her mouth. This simple yet powerful gust of wind sent about five of the samurai over the edges of the bridge, allowing them to join their fellow samurai who were sent down below just a minute ago.

@Angel Eyes
@Renny
@Masaki Haruna