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The harsh orange glow of the street lights overhead was only made worse by the reflective surface of the puddles beneath. The dark clouds over Kirigakure poured their contents onto the Hidden Village in sheets of water reminiscent of waves on the shore. Kaito stood on a branch of a tree overlooking a gathering of his fellow shinobi, mostly genin seeking some sort of comfort from the harshness of the world they were born in. So many in this village had been made to suffer at one point in time or another, and many of the ninja here had entered the live of a shinobi thinking it'd be all roses and sunshine. They had been wrong, in seeking to run from the troubles that plagued the everyday citizens of the Hidden Mist, the instead found themselves on the frontlines of those problems, standing vigil over the village to keep out the worst kinds of sorrow and cruelty.

Being a shinobi wasn't easy, it wasn't meant to be, but many of the ninja here had failed to understand that and had come hoping the words of one voice might show them an easier path. Kaito didn't blame them, not really, they had been fools when they signed up to the academy, fools yet still when they ignored the warnings of their teachers, graduating and entering the world of death, lose, and pain. They weren't criminals in and of themselves, just lost sheep looking for someone to guide them. Weak perhaps, even fools, but they were still citizens, and despite the headbands many of them wore, they weren't real shinobi, so how could Kaito hold them to such a standard?

In truth, it was the one they were all listening too that was to blame, the younger individuals here were seeking soothing words to comfort them in their delusioned lives, but it was the one they were listening to that was the real criminal. While the many had been blind to their own reality, the one standing and preaching out now was the lier, the voice ringing out to summon any they could sway into doing their bidding. Whatever the reasonings of the leader of this little gathering had for speaking ill of the Hidden Mist it didn't matter to Kaito. This was not the way to effect change, throwing the village into chaos would only lead to more problems, more suffering. It wasn't like Kaito didn't care about the people, but he also understood what he had gotten himself into, had witness the world as it was and felt the sting of it's cruelty. If Kirigakure was to stand as a bekon in the darkness, it could not stand divided. The voice calling out here tonight had to be silenced.

Hours before, Kaito had been standing in the mission assignment office, debating whether to take up a mission in the village or another one farther away. To be honest, he'd missed the village for the past few weeks, having only just returned for the chunin exams and being sent out on a mission to a farming village on a small island a few days from Kirigakure, he hadn't really had much chance to get resettled in his shoreside home. There were fresh new genin running about, and newly promoted chunin, of which Kaito himself was one. All of these shinobi ready to take on missions and forge new bonds of friendship and rivalry. Kaito had already met two such shinobi, Kisuke whom he had traveled to the farming village with to deal with a group of bandits running amuck and held up in some old watchtower, but there was also Michibo, older for a genin to be sure, older than Kaito in fact, but the reluctant Kayuga showed promise as a shinobi, and Kaito wanted to invest in that potential. The gap between them wasn't large enough for a sensei and student relationship, but that wasn't really what Kaito wanted either. Kaito was just skilled enough to push Michibo further then the genin would achieve on his own. Perhaps showcasing the gap in skill between them would cause Michibo to become frustrated enough to make and attempt at rivaling Kaito. The fact they were both students of Haka Osada would only made their rivalry that much more useful to the two of them.

It was for these reasons Kaito persuaded one the jonin responsible for assigning missions to place Michibo and Kaito together on an assignment. Once again the rumors of someone preaching the old ways of the Bloody Mist seemed to pop up, supposedly meeting just outside of the village near one of the training grounds in the forest. It wasn't a real threat, at least not yet, but if such a voice was allowed to continue to speak out unchecked, it would only lead to more brazen attempts at undermining the village's structure. It was always amusing for Kaito to hear a person's reasons for wanting to return to the days of the Bloody Mist, since in many ways Kirigakure had never truly lost it's old ways. The problem hadn't really been with the methods used in the old days, but in the misunderstanding of the philosophy behind the Bloody Mist. Too often the excuse of weeding out the weak had been used by Kiri-nin to make grabs for power, attempting to do nothing more than increase their own station. They had been the weak ones, so selfish and futile. The truth of the Bloody Mist was meant to make Kirigakure stronger, and the constant infighting had only weakened the village and it's people, sowing seeds of hatred and suffering that culminated in the mascusure of kekkei genkai users.

Those that preached a return to the old ways of the Bloody Mist wanted little more than personal power, and with that desire they tricked and lied their ways into the minds of others, using them like pawns to cause chaos in the hopes that they would somehow come out on top. Such people cared little about the village or it's people, and thus were useless to Kirigakure and their fellow shinobi. Together, Kaito and Michibo would have to intercept the coming gathering this night, likely fighting their way through a few of their fellow shinobi in order to take down the leader of the group.

Kaito knew Michibo would be itching for a fight, but he also had alternative motives for having Michibo join him with this task. First, he wanted to see how Michibo felt about the dissenters and secondly, would Michibo have the self restraint not to kill anyone, which would cause them both to fail the mission. After all, taking the leader alive was of top priority, even if it meant others got away from the Mizukage's justice. Thus, both young shinobi found themselves standing in the forest along the pathway leading to the training grounds. "I'm going to get a better look, we need to wait till everyone has gathered before we make our move." Kaito spoke with a hint of joy on his tongue. Stalking his prey before striking was always his prefered method of taking someone down.

Utilizing the rain falling from the sky, Kaito began to jump upwards, small puddles of water forming under his feet with each step until Kaito was high enough to land on a branch of a tree tall enough to see the training ground in question. Sure enough, dozens of people could be see, but Kaito began scanning the gathering looking for those that weren't necessarily paying attention to the figure standing on the rock they were using as a makeshift stage. He counted half a dozen at least, genin by the looks of them, all scanning the crowds as if they anticipated an attack. Kaito looked forwards to giving them just that. "You ready for some fun Michibo?" Kaito asked coyly once he'd jumped back down.

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Michibo was hanging around the base of the tree as he listened to the crowd some short distance off. He didn't really care for this kind of gathering. The mindless looking for direction from anyone who would give it to them. It was a predictable tragedy. Onlookers lack purpose, introduce man with sense of purpose, onlookers follow man, cult forms, people end up dead. Every time it turned out the same way but it was typical for people not to learn from history. Kids just looking for a leader and ending up in some guys grasp. Always for one goal in mind. For that one guy to get more power. To use them as meat filled pawns to gain more power than he had already. Greed being his fuel and words his match. Michibo hated those guys. Always using force to get their way for nothing other than just getting their way. Manipulating and bullying where they had to just to gain what they could have gained in a more normal fashion. Like fighting. If you just kept on fighting and fighting eventually you learned how to get stronger and with strength came real power. If your opponents suddenly seemed easier than they used to be congrats you were stronger. Wanted more? Find stronger opponents. But nooo there was the easy way with no personal risk. He would spit if not for the fact that it was already soaking wet everywhere. Why they needed this speech during a downpour was beyond him.

Of course it hadn't been hard to lure him out here. Just a little while ago he had been minding his own business on his ship which Haka had more or less liberated for him. He still wanted to shift it over to something akin to a dock on the backside of spider island but that required crew members and he didn't have any. Nor did he know anything about actually sailing a ship. Even though the voyage would be short it was beyond him all the same. So he had been intending to spend the day sheltered inside a warm captains cabin away from the rain when a summons came for him to bring any weapons he might need and report to the administrations office. Mission department. He had griped and groaned about having another D rank mission in this weather but eventually had accepted his fate. He would get dressed in a white coat with a brown fur hoody over a long sleeved black shirt. He left his sunglasses behind but tucked into his coat and were sixteen bone shuriken. He had been practicing making them after all. Four bone senbon were strapped to each leg and one was tucked up his right sleeve while six kunai were tucked into his belt and another six bone kunai were strapped to the small of his back. In his pockets he stuffed six flash bombs and six smoke bombs. Feeling the weight of it all now he grinned. Finishing by slipping on two bracelets of four metsubishi.

Michibo had managed to make his way armed to the teeth to the administration building. Only stopping on the way to buy a small bag of jolly ranchers. The rain didn't bother him as he had slipped on rain proof pants and boots so all it did was patter at him uselessly as he sucked on a jolly rancher. He made his way into the administration building with an attitude only to be greeted warmly and to be told a Chunnin by the name of Kaito had requested him personally. He would blink Dumbly a moment before the name struck a cord with him. That high and mighty guy with the talkative one? He was a chunnin? Well shit...Michibo was certainly falling behind after all. Still they handed him some documents on a C rank mission and his mood already changed. They were trusting him with something other than shit work? This was great. He would grin and barely here the meeting place before clomping his way out weighed down with all his equipment. He didn't really care at the time what the mission was. Only that his talents were being recognized finally and he was going to be somebody after today. One might say he was slightly over prepared but he would say no one can be over prepared for a fight. Still he had quickly made his way to the meeting tree and now he stood at the base of it with his arms crossed.

They were just outside the training grounds in the woods next to the path. Skulking about wasn't his strong suit nor was spotting potential tactical issues. So Kaito had taken up the tree letting him know he was heading up for a better look. Michibo would simply click his tongue in response before watching the superior ninja fly up through mid air somehow. He had missed the trick entirely but all the same it looked pretty awesome. Not that he would admit it to his superior. Far as he was concerned he was just an additional beat stick for a chunnin that wanted to ensure victory. That was fine though. Leave the thinking to the professionals. Michibo was just a fighter and happy to be such. Still it would be a minute before Kaito came back down landing in front of Michibo with a slight splatter of mud before inquiring if the man before him was ready for a bit of fun. Michibo would grin before tossing the kid a jolly rancher. In his own way sharing his candy was his way of accepting someone. Popping a fresh one into his own mouth before digging into his pockets and pulling out four smoke grenades. Two in each hand as he smile maliciously. His response was clear enough but all the same he would speak up in a slightly cheerful tune.

"Well, when it comes to dispersing crowds of scared genin I tell ya what....these will do the trick."

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Accepting the offered candy from the fellow shinobi, Kaito grinned as he popped it in his mouth. It was sour apple flavored, and delicious. As Kaito savored the flavor for a few seconds, he also took the time to infuse chakra into his blood, forcing it to bleed through his skin, forming first a pink sweat across his body before it quickly darkened into a thick red sheen. "You know Michibo, between your bones and my blood, I think we're gonna be a good match up." Kaito offered the genin with a twisted grin as the blood covering his skin darkened still, turning a foul shade of rusted blood. "Now, you know that the prick on his little stage is our primary target, but he won't run if we capture a few of his followers. I'll coral the genin, I need you to get in close and take out a couple of the bodyguards. Just don't kill anyone." Kaito whispered, his crimson eyes and reddish black skin making him look more demonic than human. It was doubtful Michibo would be frightened of Kaito's change in appearance, but it was always fun to see the reactions of people the first time they saw Kaito's Kekkei Genkai.

Taking off at a light jog, Kaito's hair began to harden into an almost metallic like strength even as puddle water began to stick to the bottom of Kaito's feet, moving upward and covering him up to the knee in water. As if in one fluid motion, Kaito's movement changed, moving forward faster and with less effort, as if ice skating, the water at his feet allowing him to slide across the grass, dirt, and puddles. Yet still, just as the chunin made to break from the treeline into the clearing, fifty silver-white senbon pulled free from his hair, moving to float around the young shinobi. All of this hadn't gone unnoticed by those protecting the little gathering, but Kaito was faster then them as he slipped past the first dissident and made his way directly towards the center of the group of people. The second individual was more lucky, grabbing Kaito's right arm and moving to stab the Osoroshi with a kunai, which simply bounced off the blood covered skin under Kaito's Kiri uniform.

Kaito was quick to respond, forming the Tiger Hand Seal, kneading his chakra into water at the back of his throat while whispering. "Temporary Paralysis Technique." Before jumping over the genin, using their thigh and then shoulder as steps to launch himself into the air. Causing the silver-white senbon to fly in every which direction below him, Kaito hear the screams of pain and surprise as fifty senbon pierced the flesh of nearly two dozen people. He unleashed a follow up attack, raining six spheres of compacted water down on those closest to him that had begun to move to intercept him. As the screaming continued, the figure on the makeshift stage yelling for everyone to stand together and not to panic. Those who were uninjured began moving to flee, and Kaito would let them, but many of the people around him were to busy pulling senbon from their flesh or shaking in their boots.

Sure, it'd been a rektless tactic, and Kaito paid the price when two of the sentries managed to grab his arms and force him to submit, or so Kaito would let them think for now. In truth, he was much stronger then the two genin holding him in place, but his actions had gotten the desired effect. The target Kaito and Michibo had really come to arrest jumped down from his perch, making his way towards where Kaito was forced to kneel in the mud. The initial screams had turned into shouts of anger, and even some crying from the younger genin amongst them. Kaito watched as the chunin pulled out a kunai. "Tell me, as a citizen of the Hidden Mist, why would you attack your own people?" The chunin growled, slashing across Kaito's chest with the kunai. What happened next actually suprised Kaito, as he hadn't noticed the young man, roughly the same age as him, infusing the kunai with chakra, but nonetheless the slight attack broke the defensive technique protecting Kaito from whatever would come next.

Laughing, Kaito waited for Michibo to take advantage of the little distraction the spectacle provided the Kaguya. All he needed to do was attack, maybe take out one or two of the more skilled genin, and Kaito would use that moment to free himself and then the real fun would begin. Afterall, despite everything Kaito had just done in an attempt to scare people off, more than half of the onlookers had stayed to watch what their little leader would do to their attacker. Curiosity killed the cat as it were, as Kaito knew that before too long, a dozen or so shinobi from the patrol guard would descend to arrest anyone still around. Kaito and Michibo's task to capture the dissident leader was more or less to make sure he didn't escape.

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Michibo would watch as the other man talked. Something about his bones and the guys blood being the key element here or somethin. Truth was he was never much of one for listening to pep talks. More of a get in and get shit done kind of guy. Not that there was anything wrong with pep talks or strategy. He got the key points of it though as he kind of listened. Don't kill anyone, take out a guard or two, make a scene. It was all pretty basic for him. Get in, wreak some havoc. It was what he did after all. He was dressed for a war after all. Not that he didn't think he would have been better suited to the task of get in and cause a distraction. He was great at those. All eyes on him was just something he pulled off when he wanted to. Stealth on the other hand. He would glance down at himself and back up with a seriously kind of grin. If he managed to sneak around with this kind of weaponry on himself the other guy was making one hell of a scene on his own. Well time would tell.

Speaking of tells he would notice that the boy had begun to sweat out a red color which gradually hardened into something some might have found horrifying. While it was nothing if not fiendish Michibo actually kind of liked it. His own had always just been beneath the surface but now Michibo was  beginning to understand when the guy talked about his blood he meant it in a literal sense. He actually used blood as a jutsu source. Well shit that was fuckin metal. As if encouraged by the change Michibo would allow his skin to shiver over his entire form. Just a slight ripple but beneath the skin his entire body had a layer of flexible bone beneath now. He didn't look any different which was its own disappointment. He would need to try and modify the jutsu later if he could. Perhaps when he was a chunnin like this fella. Either way the other one would take off ahead and Michibo would be left standing there holding his smoke grenades. He would glance down at the four grenades before grinning wildly. The guy didn't say no. So he assumed he was free to engage how he liked. So long as nobody died. Jesus these rules...

Still he would jog around the scene as the combat went on. Not that it lasted more than a few dozen seconds. Kid was quick but for all his tactics Michibo barely had time to get around them for the pace he was setting. If he knew he only had so much time he might of sped it up some. At the rate he was going the guy had already shattered the blood armor before he could spring his part of this trap. Potent as it was it meant all eyes were on them. Michibo would pull the pins on the smoke grenades tossing them willy nilly here and there around the frightened group. As smoke began spilling into the area from four different points it seemed like a large scale attack. People began to scatter as confusion reigned down. Shouts to stay together and attempts to communicate rang out into the rain. Michibo would form the signs for bird dog and ox before pausing for just a moment and forming rabbit ox and bird. From his back his clothes would shift as he rolled his shoulders. Two large skeletal hands would shift out like some horrifying bird wings with the feathers all plucked. The one on the left two meters long and the one on the right four. Odd in appearance as they were different sizes. Still, two could play at being metal.

From the smoke and call outs suddenly there would be the sound of alarm cut off sharply as one of the genin guard went flying through the air and slammed against a tree before falling down. The second was a scream before another genin was sent flying the opposite direction before his scream was also cut off by his form impacting a separate tree with a satisfying thud. The last of the genin guards would slowly back up towards his leader and the two holding the kid. Kunai in hand and shuddering as his eyes scanned the smoke. Too late and too slow though as the smoke parted for two large skeletal hands from both directions. Clapping together with the guard in the center. The man who they were after would turn to deal with it himself. His fingertips glowing green before he swung his hand. A green blade launching at ten meters per second to the shadowy figure he could see clearly attached to the skeletal arms as they parted. The smoke parting easily as it collided with Michibo and slide him back two meters. A long mark from the blade marked his clothing but no blood spread forth. Merely a sheen of white bone beneath. Michibo however had shifted into his excitement. Before them his hair and eyes would take on a pink hue as he grinned wildly. Speaking to the three.

"You say you want the bloody mist back do ya? Well I am here to grant your wish son. You think your the big and tough one here? You think you could survive that trial by blood? Come on now then punk. Lets you and I see who bleeds more eh?"

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Impressive, that would be how Kaito would have described Michibo's entrance onto the scene, not that he had the time. While Kaito had caused chaos and confusion in the wake of his initial assault, the gathering of foolish genin quickly recovered after the chunin allowed himself to be captured, not that anyone besides perhaps Michibo realized Kaito's true intentions here. While the assault to come would result in many arrests, the various genin, children, and wayward teens mulling about were not Kaito and Michibo's target, and in order to capture him, Kaito needed to get close. Having achieved this, Kaito only needed Michibo to create an opening, and to the genin's credit, that's exactly what he did.

Twisting in place, Kaito having been in a kneeling position, knocked one of the genin bodyguards restraining him to the ground, kicking his ankles out from under him, while bring his arms up into a crossguard to protect himself from the strike of the other genin. It'd been far to easy to break from their grasp, as Kaito used his far superior strength to more or less simply remove himself from them. While they put up the best fight they could, it only took about three seconds for Kaito to knock them both unconscious. It was as he was standing that Kaito felt the sting of a kunai in his side, turning to see the frientened expression of a young boy who looked as if this was the first time he'd ever attacked another person.

Kaito put his hand on the boy's shoulder, as if to reassure him, and the confusion of the boy's face betrayed his naivety. Kaito bore this child no ill will, and had no intention of doing him any lasting harm, not that he'd let him get away with his crime. But still, the boy started screaming as Kaito pulled the kunai from his side, blood beginning to pull in the cloth around the small wound. Kaito, for his part, knew what was going to happen next would be unfair, but he could help it. As he began to cough up blood, the boy started to shake and cry, worried he'd actually killed the chunin, but no. It wasn't that simple, shinobi never were. In truth, Kaito was coating his throat with volatile chakra, once again imbuing his next technique with the power of his blood.

Others had watched the display, some worried, some cheering for the boy. Their leader had given Kaito a short glance before returning his attention to Michibo, obviously considering Kaito either too wounded or to exhausted from earlier to be a real threat any more. But that was his folly, As Kaito once again fell to his knees, coughing up blood that slowly began to turn into a fine crimson mist pouring from his mouth until it encompassed a five meter radius around him. More screaming ensued, and though the mist did nothing to hinder the perceptions of those within, Kaito was more than ready for what was to come next. Forming the Dragon Hand Seal, imbuing the blood rich mist with his chakra and willing it to move as he did, Kaito began to run through the crowd.

While the various genin present began to run for the hills, Kaito used his superior speed and physical strength, as well as the suiton chakra coating his feet, to harass the group, practically carrouling them as his blood mist followed him, infecting all of those it touched in it's wake. Withdrawing ten of the most devastating senbon Kaito had to offer from the back pouch on on his hip, Kaito held five in each hand, letting the mist coat them in his own blood before using another of his hidden talents to send the senbon flying. Each of them capping various individuals in the back of the legs, thighs, and for a few of the more unfortunate among them, the back of the knee. Twenty meters of range was more than enough, and soon the senbon, still enriched with his blood, tore themselves from their victims before sinking into the flesh of another.

It was a devastating and ruthless assault, leaving more than a dozen of those present effectively crippled in the mud as the rain continued to fall from the clouded heavens. Kaito was a specialist at crowd control, and if he was feeling particularly spiteful, he could have used the famous Hidden Mist technique the village was known for. It was doubtful anyone here but their leader would have been able to defend themselves against it. What the various genin, now laying about crying in various states of pain, didn't know, was that there was an additional effect of the bloody mist following their attacker. It hadn't set in just yet, but most of them were already infected and would soon begin to lose their sight. It wouldn't be permanent, but it would last long enough for them to be arrested and carted off to the hospital to recover from their injuries before whatever punishment would await them.

Willing his senbon to return to him, Kaito allowed the mist around him to recoat them with his blood, afterall, there was still the matter of the group's leader, which had just landed what looked to be a fairly devastating attack on Michibo. "Come Kiri-nin, return to your senses and submit before your clear superior." Kaito spoke, walking up behind the other chunin, offering him a hand from within the bloodied mist swirling around him. Their opponent spat into the mud in response. "Look around you, you and your followers called out into the night for the Blood Mist to return, I have brought it's horrors down upon you, you are the only one left standing. Submit or fall. The Blood Mist makes exceptions for no one." Kaito offered again, black eyes crying tears of blood as his fingernails grew sharper, blackening into talons.

There would be only dominance tonight it seemed, as the chunin thrust his hands together, a move Kaito remembered his friend Yoshito using the first time they met. The two genin, now both chunin, had opted to start off their friendship with a sparring session, a test to see which was stronger. They had sparred in this very training field in fact, and Kaito was struck by the thought of it, perhaps it was providence then. After all, Kaito had lost that fight, Yoshito landing a direct hit with his Gale Force Palm, the same. Kaito hadn't seen Yoshito since they were both genin, he couldn't help but wonder what his friend would think of this situation. Yet another folly of his opponent, as Kaito sent one of the blood soaked senbon flying the short distance between the two of them, as it ripped through flesh, embedding itself in not one, but both of the target's hands, pinning them together.

The shred destructive force of his Gale Force Palm wouldn't be denied however, as it went off anyway, tearing his own skin, and ripping the senbon free from his hands. It'd take weeks to repair the damage, and even then the chunin may never regain proper use of his hands. His career as a shinobi may just very well be over. So Kaito began to step forward, fearing no amount of counter attack from the now grievously wounded chunin. Dropping the Blood Mist around him, the specs of blood dispersing into the rain, Kaito turned to Michibo before asking. "Are you wounded?" Whatever response there was to Kaito's question was cut off by the arrival of a dozen Jonin and half as many medical-nin, ready to clean up the mess Kaito and Michibo had made. Their mission wasn't over just yet however, not only would Kaito and Michibo need to help with the arrests, someone needed to escort the fallen chunin to the interrogation center.

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The chunnin had been focused on Michibo now. His guards getting wiped in a couple of moves had almost entirely been missed by him. However he would glance at the scene erupting behind him to note the escaping opponent that had been apparently feigning his weakness. That was to be expected of ninja though he supposed. To play possum or blend in with a crowd and hide their intent. To get close to an opponent and lower their guard at the same time. He was familiar with the technique having used it himself before. The other chunnin was impressive. The way he dealt with the two genin like they were simple toys. He might be a challenge. Except that he had lowered his guard enough for a simple member of the audience to slip passed his guard and plunge a blade into him. So he wasn't perfect. A fools game to not expect an attack from any direct when attacking a group from the center. With that one wounded this would make dealing with them significantly easier. Just two fools to wipe out in a matter of moments. He would take them down and show these peasants his superiority once and for all. After all if he took down his would be assassins himself it would only help his cause here. Those who still held doubts about following his power would be shown the light. They would be shown that he deserved to lead them. That he deserved their obedience.

However his attention was yanked back to the other one for a moment harshly. He felt it. There was killing intent coming at him. Whoever this other nobody was suddenly this leader kid had been brought to believe his life was on the line. He would spin back around drawing two kunai as he ducked under the two skeleton hands clapping together where his head had been a moment before with a thundering sound. The impact brushing the grass around them flat and sending water flying. However even as he ducked under it he saw their source rushing at him low. Two kunai in hand with a wild smile. Like he was enjoying this. Pink hair and pink eyes soaked with the cold rain. Bone kunai clashed with metal as the man would strike out and push his attacker away. He was easily overpowering Michibo but that wasn't the issue. Despite him being faster and stronger his opponent was savage. No concern for his own well being as he charged head first time and time again without time for pause. This guy wasn't sensible. Most would be calculating a new approach. Taking precautions to protect themselves which slowed them down somewhat. This one was different. He just charged right back at the first angle that became available. No concern, no hesitation. He was enjoying this. Which meant he was fighting someone insane as he dodged both kunai and giant skeleton hands time and time again. He would need to flip this table.

The leader boy was calculated and had a fairly easy time keeping up. So he would block and dodge until an opportunity arose. Suddenly he would step forward and shoulder check Michibo to the ground. With that he would throw both kunai and pin Michibo's coat the to ground on either side before slashing his now free right hand upwards with a focused chakra. Suiton would form rather aggressively and quickly between the two before it ripped forward like a blade. Slamming through Michibo and his giant skeletal arms as the bones cracked. The smaller of the two crumbling away as the bigger of them would also suffer. However it had impacted Michibo enough that he rose his arms. Protecting himself as the leader kid would form a tiger sign before slamming every bit of chakra he could into the water bullets. Spitting out 6 bullets of liquid that flew out and each of them slamming into Michibo with an echoing thud. Finishing off his other skeleton arm and flinging him back thirty meters as all six hit hard. Sliding him back through the mud. His bone armor had soaked it mostly but now even it was crumbling. Michibo would pant as he rose to his feet slowly. His armor falling away he was now vulnerable. He would pant as he gained his footing. Alright so that time it hadn't gone his way. However he could see his team mate was taking over now. The two standing off for one conflict.

It was over in a split second. One moment the one that had wiped Michibo through the mud like a dog sled was about to pull off another impressive jutsu and the next his jutsu backfired and his hands ripped apart. Blood splashing all around. With that back up began to swarm in and preform take downs left and right. The main threat handled viciously. Michibo would hear concern for his well being and scoff. Rolling his right shoulder as the last of the bone crumbled away. However the chunning they had originally come to arrest saw what he figured was an opening. He would suddenly try to get to his feet and make a break for it. Michibo had already moved as soon as he saw that look in the targets eyes. Fight or flight had turned to flight. He was on top of the guy before he could fully get to his feet and take more than a couple of steps. Tackling him down from behind. Michibo would wrap his legs around the man from behind. Pinning his arms to his sides as the rolled through the mud until Michibo was holding the man from underneath with the enemies arms pinned and one free hand covering the opponents eyes. The other pulled out a bone kunai and pressed the tip to the mans adams apple before Michibo would speak. His voice low and dangerous but easily heard.

"Do you know, what its like to die from your windpipe being cut? You try to breath but there is no passage for your breath to go. Instead you simply gurgle on blood as your lungs burn. You might even stay conscious for a good minute. Aware your dying, unable to stop it as your chest feels like its going to pop if you don't get some air. It ain't a pretty way to go. Fun to watch though...so go ahead.. Resist. Elbow me in the ribs. Head butt me. Give...me...a...reason"

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