Daisuke made it back to Kumo. Vengeance in his heart. The village was holding him back, now that he thought about it. He couldn't stand the thought of being tied down by it any more, really. He wanted freedom. Breaking Bushido or not, he's sure he could turn his gaze from that code just this once. He wanted to make an everlasting impression on the world, and it had always been a thought of his to take out that rival Samurai house across the way. He surely possessed the skill to do it. He walked along down the street, his feet pitter pattering across the way. He stopped at the liquor store, picking up several bottles of sake as well as some rags from an nearby grocery store. After purchasing these goods, he made his way to the area of the village that housed the Cazorlo family.

As he approached the area, a wide grin formed on his face. Time to resign. He pulled a bottle from his belt, popping the lid off and sticking a rag into the hole at the top. He lit the rag with his lighter, the rag burning slowly. He threw the bottle at the nearest home. Through the window, he saw a small family of Cazorlo sat around a table eating a happy dinner... The bottle smashed through the window and exploded into flame, the family flailing around in flames. The area suddenly woke up, the lights flashing on in neighboring houses. They all rushed out to help, forming a crowd only to be hit with the another firebomb. The panicking flaming members bumped into each other, lighting several of the members on fire. This got rid of the majority, but he was out of firebombs. He sighed, pulling the three Katana from his back, tossing them in the air. He caught one in his mouth, and one in each hand. His new style.. Santoryu.

He got into stance, crossing his arms across his chest. He dashed forward in a blur of speed. He slashed outward, killing three of the members. He then began to spin the blades in his hands, comparable in speed to lawn mower blades. He simply ran through the crowd who were unable to arm themselves in time, cutting paths through the clan until it seemed there weren't any left. He grinned widely at his act of viciousness. He snapped. His mindset was no longer peaceful. He was nothing but a ruthless murderer here.. and there was no going back. He might as well finish. It's not like regret had found its way into his heart. He looked around at the burning corpses, and the streams of blood trickling down toward the center of the village. He looked around one last time, all three swords in hand, looking for any more of their warriors ready to fight. He was the best Kenjutsu fighter in the world.. none of them could stand a chance against him.. Or could they?

Kumo really was a boring place to live nowadays. The Raikage was practically non existent, not doing shit for the village. The people were the same, most of the time out, either on vacation or doing missions. It was sad to say, but Zabuuza didnt have any friends in Kumogakure, only family; and they werent exactly close. Zabuuza was pretty tired of Kumogakure to be honest. It was either they elected a new Raikage, or he was leaving the place, going to Kirigakure to train as a Shinobi Swordsmen. Zabuuza got up from his bed, the house was short on supplies, plus, something in his gut just told him to get out of the house. He pulled on a few old clothes and slipped on his cardboard sandals. He made sure to put his daisho on his back, never going anywhere without it. He slipped out of the house in the early morning, leaving the rest of the Cazorlo to sleep.

Zabuuza walked to the liquor shop, picking up a few bottle of alcohol to keep his dad quiet. While he was grabbing the stuff, he saw a member of the rival samurai house, the Akako, picking up quite a few bottles of Sake. Strange, what would he do with all of that? Ok, next on the list, Fruit and Veg, Zabuuza ran to the market, quickly grabbing all the things he needed. Lastly, basic groceries. Zabuuzas walk to the grocery store was a bit slower. As he reached the shop, he saw the same Akako guy from the liquor store, walking out with alot of rags. How strange. Zabuuza picked up the stuff and walked home, slowly. He was in no rush to get home really, it was early in the morning, what reason would there be to get home so fast?

Everything was ablaze. His house, all of the houses were on fire. The Cazorlo clan was under attack, and by quite a skilled attack too. He saw the man dart in, slicing a few people before darting out again, at great speed too. Zabuuza wasnt concerned with him right now, all he wanted to do was check on his family. Too late. Zabuuza was too late to get there. All that lay for him in his house were the scorched corpses of his family. His mother, his father, his younger brother. All of them killed in cold blood. Zabuuza needed to find the killer. He walked outside, his fists clenched so hard that his nails were cutting his palm.

There he was, stood there. He was holding three swords, two in his hands, one in his mouth. It was impressive, his attack on the Cazorlo. Horrible, but amazingly impressive. It was the same person Zabuuza had seen in the shops before. A member of the rival house. So they had taken a rivalry that far then? An outright attack. Zabuuza was disgusted, what a putrid display of breaking bushido. Zabuuza stepped out, looking at the attacker, his face blank.
"So you call yourself a Samurai? Do you even know Bushido? What the hell is this?"

Daisuke tossed the sword in his mouth up, angling his torso so his back-sheath would catch it. An amaznig little parlor trick. He turned on his heel to look at Zabuuza. So this was the last one.. Or so he could tell. This was the only thing that stood between him and utter annihilation. Daisuke cracked his neck as he glared at Zabuuza.

"Bushido... Bushido.. I'm afraid that code is a few hundred years outdated. That's not the world we live in any more. This is the world of shinobi, not of the past times when Samurai were the dominant ones. Anyway... How should I deal with you? Should I kill you here.. wound you and let you suffer.. or let you live to try and avenge your clan... Hmm.."

He sheathed one more of his two remaining blades, only holding one katana, which he sheathed immediately afterward. He decided to use his family Daisho for this one.. It was time to finish this pathetic clan, and this petty allegiance to Kumogakure. He Dashed forward, hand on hilt, drawing and slicing simultaneous. This was a perfect form of Iaido. The strike would be aimed to slice diagonally upward from his left waistline to his right shoulder. This would be a deep cut, but not enough to completely cut him in half. It would be just enough that he would bleed out in about an hour if help didn't come. However, at the same time as that draw slash, he drew one from his back and performed another Iaido attack with that one. This technique aimed horizontally to cut off his right hand, which was most likely his primary sword hand.. which would force him to learn how to fight left handed. This would be the final attack he would inflict if it landed. Wound would be all he would choose.

He seemed so calm, so chill; despite just wiping out all but one of an entire clan. What a sicko. He didnt even deserve the title of Samurai a person like him didnt even deserve the title of human being. His dexterity with the swords was impressive though, Zabuuza had to admit. He was obviously a much higher rank than Zabuuza, probably Jounin. But Zabuuza didnt plan on running, no. He wouldnt disgrace himself that way.

His words, they got to Zabuuza. He seemed to be bored of following the rules. So he planned to kill Zabuuza eh? Well, Zabuuza was sure that he could. Zabuuza was sure that he was going to die today, but he would not run, and he would not stand and leave himself. No. He was going to fight back, he was going to die the death of a samurai.

What speed, what technique. This samurai was truly worthy of wiping out the clan. No matter how much he disrespected Bushido, he was a swordsmen worthy of killing Zabuuza. He watched as the man sheathed his swords and sprinted at Zabuuza, his hand on the hilt. Zabuuza braced himself, the time was now. Zabuuza grabbed the hilt of his katana tight, waiting for the first attack to come in. His quick reflexes took note of the upper diagonal slash coming, and he quickly drew his sword, batting the enemy's katana down in one swift movement. Zabuuza detected another attack coming his way just a little bit behind the first. There was not way he could parry it. As soon as he had batted the sword down he pushed off hard from the floor jumping back to avoid the other attack.

It was counter attack time, Zabuuza drew his sword, mimicking an attack, when in actuality he was shining a light in the enemy's eye. Zabuuza didnt know if it had worked, he was going in one fluid motion. As soon as he had shined the light, he leaped into the air, sheathing his sword at the same time, aiming to stamp kick the enemy's chest repeatedly. If the attack should land, Zabuuza would stamp his chest a few times before kicking off of it, taking a step back and bowing.

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The reflecting of light on a sword.. He learned that technique when he was in the academy. How pathetic. Why would you try and use a technique against one of its long practicers? This was unbelievable stupid. When the light was being angled, he looked away. Still a blinding effect, but not as intense. He sheathed both his sword. He looked back just in time to see the kid running at him and jumping through the air to perform his kick.

Daisuke laughed madly, and as soon as the foot came down at him, he focussed in on the ninja. His speed and reflexes were so much faster, this might as well be in slow motion. As the first kick came down, Daisuke stepped back, pivoting on his left heel. He would also reach out, attempting to catch the kid's foot mid-kick, and use his Judo to swing him through the air in an arc, slamming his face first into the ground with such force it would no-doubtedly knock the air out of him and break a couple ribs. If this stunned him, Daisuke would simply look down at the squirmer, pulling his Tanto and crouching down, stabbing it right into the atlas of the spine, where the vertebrae were non-existent. This would paralyze him from the waist down with damage that would only be healable from the elite medics. Some of which were non-existent in Cloud. If all this succeeded, he would get up to leave.

Halfway through the jump Zabuuza saw the man look away. Oh boy, he saw right through the attack. If there was one thing Zabuuza knew, it was that changing his mind would only make things worse, he had to follow through with the attack. He felt his leg get grabbed, and his whole body flung through the air in a judo throw.

Zabuuza wasnt going to be beaten so easily, he managed to get into the mantis stance while being thrown, and used his hands and arms to brace the impact on the ground, He felt them break, it was quite painful actually. His neck was killing him and he was on the floor, helpless. His eyes widened as the enemy crouched next to him and drew his tanto. Zabuuza dug deep and managed to roll over, avoiding the tanto. He used his momentum to het himself up. His arms were useless, he was quite sure he had whiplash, and his ribs were killing him, no doubt a few broken. He could still stand, barely. He refused to go down so easily

Daisuke sighs. This kid was persistent. A quality he used to admire before about thirty minutes ago, when he completely and totally mentally snapped. Now it was just annoying. Daisuke kept his tanto out, rolling it into a stabbing grip. He then sprinted forward, attempting to grab hold of the boy's wrist, flipping him over in a full flip, putting on the ground on his back.

If that succeeded, he would crouch down again, putting a knee across the kid's broken ribs, pinning him down. He would then attempt to cut horizontally across the kid's face, from one eye through the other. It would put a slice through both his eyes, ruining them, and put a huge gash across the bridge of his nose. This kid was annoying. He just wanted to cripple him in some manner and leave..

Zabuuza was going to die, or get seriously hurt. He was going to do all he could to make sure he would die honorably. He recognized the man now. Daisuke, he was a Jonin. Why had he turned this way? He used to be the pride of the Akako, a perfect example of a Samurai. Now he was just a ball of hate. It was sad really that things had come to this. Zabuuza was ready to die, but not just yet.

He saw the man sprinting at him and got ready, his next move was going to hurt him alot. When the man reached close enough, Zabuuza used his High Jump jutsu to leap over him. As he shot into the air, pain ran through his whole body. It really hurt. His neck hurt, his back hurt, his ribs hurt, his arms hurt. The landing sure as hell hurt too. Zabuuza stood, trying to bear the pain.

Spoiler:

As Zabuuza jumped over him, Daisuke simply continued running, unable to stop his momentum. But he turned his torso and his head, easily looking behind him. He then lunged outward, throwing the Kunai clasped in his belt at an angle it would hit Zabuuza right in the center of his back as soon as he landed. Just one hit and Daisuke could leave.. it wouldn't be too long before the village defense would show up.

Zabuuza saw Daisuke run under him and followed his movement with his head. He was the kunai materialize from him belt. As the kunai was thrown, Zabuuza fought through all the pain that there was, jerking his back, causing his left arm to swing in the way of the kunai, taking alot of the force. His left arm was cut open, he had a gash on his back, but no major damage. THe landing hurt alot though. Zabuuza wondered if he wouldnt die. If he could hold out long enough, the village defense would arrive. Surely the fire had attracted attention...

Daisuke sighed, shaking his head furiously. "I'll be back for you.." before he simply jumped up onto the nearest roof top, and took off away from the village, tucking his headband in his pouches. Finally.