The young man stepped inside. As dingy as the place was, this was just what he was looking for. A nondescript place to hang low and get his thoughts together. The barman kept to the back, not bothering to acknowledge his entrance. He seemed to hold the same attitude for life that his customers did. Fukai walked up to the bar and flicked out a few notes. The house ale. It was going to taste like shit, but he wasn't here to sample the local vintage. The barman didn't react and instead stood stock still with what seemed like contempt. The purple eyed man returned his hard gaze and then turned around and found a seat at the back of the room in a dark corner. It was the only one with a table that stood upright and didn't have a smelly drunk sprawled over it. The bartender finally got up and begrudgingly picked up the ryo and poured the drink. Fukai wondered what his deal was, he probably showed disdain at the ninja that represented the new generation and the wide potential of futures that they had.

The man delivered the drink, slamming it down onto the table without finesse. Service with a smile. Fukai couldn't help himself. He received a sneer in return. While watching the barman stomp back over to his perch at the end of the bar, the young mans thoughts wandered. He had grown by quite a large margin in recent times, and he felt stronger than he had ever been. So this begged the question: What was he going to do with his future? What was he looking for? He felt pride as an Iwa nin, but was that enough for him? He couldn't seem to find the answers to these questions. Fukai felt like he needed to discover himself to find what he was searching for. How could he do that? ... He thought back to his recent missions. Some of them had taken place way out in the land of stone, every time he went on one of these trips to new places he had always found himself happy. Meeting new people, exploring new places, experiencing new adventures. The thought caused an unexpected rush of positive endorphins. Fukai took a sip of the ale he had purchased and tried hard not to spit it out as soon as it entered his mouth. Somehow, it was even worse than he had expected.

One of the drunks that was leaning on the bar made an abrupt noise during his sodden slumber and fell off his stool, crashing to the ground. There was no particular reaction made by anyone in the room and the man that was now on the floor didn't even seem to wake. I have never been outside the land of stone the genin mused. What would the world be like? ... I wonder how I would even find out? Maybe if he traveled to new places he would 'find himself'. As Fukai came to this conclusion, the bar door swung open and a strange looking man walked in, stepping over the grounded drunk.

[631]

Tonight was one of the many nights that dray loved not to stay at home. He had become accustomed to the pleasant evening breeze of iwagakure no sato. The village had a beautiful geography causing it to possess pleasant weather conditions. Dray looked out through his window. His house was an abandoned storey building so he was several metres away from the floor. He looked up to the sky, directly at the full moon that shone it's light on the land. It was the king of the night with it's wives, children and servants ruling the skies with it. The calm breeze slapped against dray's chest as he breathed in and out. He did so one more time before moving away from the window side. He turned to where he hung his clothe as he put it on. It was a beautiful attire that concealed almost everything about him. The clothe's colour distinguished him wherever he went as well as how it matched his hair and the attires of his puppets. He picked up two scrolls that contained two of his puppet and kept them within himself likewise some basic projectiles that he owned. You could not say where danger was looking even though dray was an easy going person.

He stepped out of his house leaving his doors and windows unlocked because one, it was an abandoned house and two, anybody was welcome so far they could get in safely and leave safely too. He breathed in the cool breeze once again as he hit the road. He had no where in mind. He merely went where his instincts took him. He got to a dark alley though he could see light within it. A nice and warm place he thought as he headed towards the direction of the little light. As he stepped into the alley, strong odours could be smelled as well as visible trash laying around. He kept walking as he heard murmurs in the corner. He was not afraid as he went on. Right in front of him, he saw a large man who was headed in the direction of the light too. The man walked in before dray and from the entrance, dray could see the man step over another man that had fallen to the ground. Dray did not mind, he loved to be about his own business. He walked into the building a few seconds later and it happened to be a drinking shop. Dray scanned the room and looked at the broken furnitures, bottles that were about the room. In a corner where the light did not affect too much, dray saw a young man sitting at a table. He seemed composed so dray decided to have a seat there. He walked over and sat down knowing that the seat was not already taken. With a single hand signal, dray called the bar man over. He avoided talking a lot, you never know what that could land you in. Dray held his calm look as he waited for the bar man.
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The door opened to a silhouette framed by light. A young man stepped inside, deftly avoiding the drunken obstacles strewn over the place. He had green spiky hair and a frame that was hidden underneath large robe-like overcoats. Even though he was on the shorter side, the man seemed to exert an eminence about him that Fukai had not seen before. The new figure contrasted greatly with the human rabble that collected around him. The purple eyed genin's wandering brain centered on the new entrant, his interest was piqued. The man scanned the room and spotted the open chair at Fukai's table. He walked over and in one lithe movement, spun the chair around and sat in it. He didn't bother acknowledging the genin, instead raising his arm to signal the barman. Fukai was surprised when the bitter old man got up straight away and trotted over to the new arrival, asking what he would like in a tone very different to the one that he addressed the silver haired genin in. It seemed that the barman had noticed the eminence of the character and reacted by showing respect. Just who is this man? Not so much as a raise of the hand and the bitter old fart came running. The man would then order his drink, the bartender scurried back to service him with surprising diligence.

Fukai leaned forward onto the table between them and adjusted the red scarf that remained around his neck at all times. The man sat in his chair with easy composure and smelled of something exotic. The genin decided to try to speak to him, choosing his words carefully. You don't look like the sort of person that usually finds themselves to a dump like this. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the bartender hissing at his remark. A moment later the mystery man would turn around and looked Fukai straight in the eyes, murmuring something in response. It's strange don't you think? Usually only monsters confine themselves to the shadows. It was a bold statement that his curiosity pushed him to make. Those few words could be taken in many different ways and his reaction would give hints to who he was. Fukai studied the man's face, watching his reaction to the prod intently. The air solidified around them, thickening the atmosphere. The barman had finished pouring the drink but had frozen on his way over to the table as he watched the intense exchange.

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Dray watched the bartender scamper over to him asking what he would like with respect in his tone. It made dray look all powerful and might but was he? Perhaps he was to the bartender. His elegant attire, beautiful self and brilliant composture was enough to instill fear but if mere dressing and words could do it, then he would not be where he was, he would be sitting on a throne. He spoke in a low tone to the bartender. He asked for a bottle of wine that was not too strong. All the while as he spoke to the bartender, he looked at the figure sitting upon him through the stainless tray that the bartender held to his chest. The young man seemed baffled. There was something bothering him about dray and dray had the feeling that sooner or later, he would spit it out so he would just remain calm as always.

Dray picked up a piece of metal that was lieing on the table as he began to carve out some beautiful images on the wooden table. As he did so, he placed his other hand on the table as he felt what type of wood the table was made of. He felt pity for the table knowing that it would not last no more than two days before he withdrew his hand and continued his carving all along, avoiding the young man's inquisitive eyes. The young man finally leaned unto the table between them, raising a hand to his neck as he spoke.. "You don't look like the sort of person that usually find themselves in a dump like this.." Still carving, dray replied the gentleman.. "No where is a dump to me rather the people there are the ones who make the area a dump so indirectly, they themselves are the dump."

The young man continued.. "Its strange don't you think? Usually only monsters confine themselves to the shadows.." Dray paused as the young man finished his statement.. The room grew silent as the air itself froze sending a chill in every direction of the room. Dray wiped the dirt of his carving as he looked up to the stranger with light green gleaming eyes that met shining purple ones. The clash seemed to be visible to all as dray answered the gentlemen. "Monsters you say. Perhaps, reverse is the case. The cycle of life.. When a bird is alive, it easts ants, once it dies, ants eat it. Time and circumstances can metamophose at any period. One solid tree makes a million match sticks but when the time comes, only a single match stick is needed to burn a million trees.. Those who are high and mighty today once visited "dumps" like this. It's not a matter of where you find yourself. Its a matter of what you do where you find yourself.
You look like one who needs to know something. I think I could use some knowledge too. It's a priviledge hearing me speak this much, I hardly do so. Let's have some air.." Dray would say to the young man as he would stand up and head for the exit.
WC:536

Dray watched the bartender scamper over to him asking what he would like with respect in his tone. It made dray look all powerful and might but was he? Perhaps he was to the bartender. His elegant attire, beautiful self and brilliant composture was enough to instill fear but if mere dressing and words could do it, then he would not be where he was, he would be sitting on a throne. He spoke in a low tone to the bartender. He asked for a bottle of wine that was not too strong. All the while as he spoke to the bartender, he looked at the figure sitting upon him through the stainless tray that the bartender held to his chest. The young man seemed baffled. There was something bothering him about dray and dray had the feeling that sooner or later, he would spit it out so he would just remain calm as always.

Dray picked up a piece of metal that was lieing on the table as he began to carve out some beautiful images on the wooden table. As he did so, he placed his other hand on the table as he felt what type of wood the table was made of. He felt pity for the table knowing that it would not last no more than two days before he withdrew his hand and continued his carving all along, avoiding the young man's inquisitive eyes. The young man finally leaned unto the table between them, raising a hand to his neck as he spoke.. "You don't look like the sort of person that usually find themselves in a dump like this.." Still carving, dray replied the gentleman.. "No where is a dump to me rather the people there are the ones who make the area a dump so indirectly, they themselves are the dump."

The young man continued.. "Its strange don't you think? Usually only monsters confine themselves to the shadows.." Dray paused as the young man finished his statement.. The room grew silent as the air itself froze sending a chill in every direction of the room. Dray wiped the dirt of his carving as he looked up to the stranger with light green gleaming eyes that met shining purple ones. The clash seemed to be visible to all as dray answered the gentlemen. "Monsters you say. Perhaps, reverse is the case. The cycle of life.. When a bird is alive, it easts ants, once it dies, ants eat it. Time and circumstances can metamophose at any period. One solid tree makes a million match sticks but when the time comes, only a single match stick is needed to burn a million trees.. Those who are high and mighty today once visited "dumps" like this. It's not a matter of where you find yourself. Its a matter of what you do where you find yourself.
You look like one who needs to know something. I think I could use some knowledge too. It's a priviledge hearing me speak this much, I hardly do so. Let's have some air.." Dray would say to the young man as he would stand up and head for the exit.
WC:536

Dray watched the bartender scamper over to him asking what he would like with respect in his tone. It made dray look all powerful and might but was he? Perhaps he was to the bartender. His elegant attire, beautiful self and brilliant composture was enough to instill fear but if mere dressing and words could do it, then he would not be where he was, he would be sitting on a throne. He spoke in a low tone to the bartender. He asked for a bottle of wine that was not too strong. All the while as he spoke to the bartender, he looked at the figure sitting upon him through the stainless tray that the bartender held to his chest. The young man seemed baffled. There was something bothering him about dray and dray had the feeling that sooner or later, he would spit it out so he would just remain calm as always.

Dray picked up a piece of metal that was lieing on the table as he began to carve out some beautiful images on the wooden table. As he did so, he placed his other hand on the table as he felt what type of wood the table was made of. He felt pity for the table knowing that it would not last no more than two days before he withdrew his hand and continued his carving all along, avoiding the young man's inquisitive eyes. The young man finally leaned unto the table between them, raising a hand to his neck as he spoke.. "You don't look like the sort of person that usually find themselves in a dump like this.." Still carving, dray replied the gentleman.. "No where is a dump to me rather the people there are the ones who make the area a dump so indirectly, they themselves are the dump."

The young man continued.. "Its strange don't you think? Usually only monsters confine themselves to the shadows.." Dray paused as the young man finished his statement.. The room grew silent as the air itself froze sending a chill in every direction of the room. Dray wiped the dirt of his carving as he looked up to the stranger with light green gleaming eyes that met shining purple ones. The clash seemed to be visible to all as dray answered the gentlemen. "Monsters you say. Perhaps, reverse is the case. The cycle of life.. When a bird is alive, it easts ants, once it dies, ants eat it. Time and circumstances can metamophose at any period. One solid tree makes a million match sticks but when the time comes, only a single match stick is needed to burn a million trees.. Those who are high and mighty today once visited "dumps" like this. It's not a matter of where you find yourself. Its a matter of what you do where you find yourself.
You look like one who needs to know something. I think I could use some knowledge too. It's a priviledge hearing me speak this much, I hardly do so. Let's have some air.." Dray would say to the young man as he would stand up and head for the exit.
WC:536

Dray watched the bartender scamper over to him asking what he would like with respect in his tone. It made dray look all powerful and might but was he? Perhaps he was to the bartender. His elegant attire, beautiful self and brilliant composture was enough to instill fear but if mere dressing and words could do it, then he would not be where he was, he would be sitting on a throne. He spoke in a low tone to the bartender. He asked for a bottle of wine that was not too strong. All the while as he spoke to the bartender, he looked at the figure sitting upon him through the stainless tray that the bartender held to his chest. The young man seemed baffled. There was something bothering him about dray and dray had the feeling that sooner or later, he would spit it out so he would just remain calm as always.

Dray picked up a piece of metal that was lieing on the table as he began to carve out some beautiful images on the wooden table. As he did so, he placed his other hand on the table as he felt what type of wood the table was made of. He felt pity for the table knowing that it would not last no more than two days before he withdrew his hand and continued his carving all along, avoiding the young man's inquisitive eyes. The young man finally leaned unto the table between them, raising a hand to his neck as he spoke.. "You don't look like the sort of person that usually find themselves in a dump like this.." Still carving, dray replied the gentleman.. "No where is a dump to me rather the people there are the ones who make the area a dump so indirectly, they themselves are the dump."

The young man continued.. "Its strange don't you think? Usually only monsters confine themselves to the shadows.." Dray paused as the young man finished his statement.. The room grew silent as the air itself froze sending a chill in every direction of the room. Dray wiped the dirt of his carving as he looked up to the stranger with light green gleaming eyes that met shining purple ones. The clash seemed to be visible to all as dray answered the gentlemen. "Monsters you say. Perhaps, reverse is the case. The cycle of life.. When a bird is alive, it easts ants, once it dies, ants eat it. Time and circumstances can metamophose at any period. One solid tree makes a million match sticks but when the time comes, only a single match stick is needed to burn a million trees.. Those who are high and mighty today once visited "dumps" like this. It's not a matter of where you find yourself. Its a matter of what you do where you find yourself.
You look like one who needs to know something. I think I could use some knowledge too. It's a priviledge hearing me speak this much, I hardly do so. Let's have some air.." Dray would say to the young man as he would stand up and head for the exit.
WC:536

Dray watched the bartender scamper over to him asking what he would like with respect in his tone. It made dray look all powerful and might but was he? Perhaps he was to the bartender. His elegant attire, beautiful self and brilliant composture was enough to instill fear but if mere dressing and words could do it, then he would not be where he was, he would be sitting on a throne. He spoke in a low tone to the bartender. He asked for a bottle of wine that was not too strong. All the while as he spoke to the bartender, he looked at the figure sitting upon him through the stainless tray that the bartender held to his chest. The young man seemed baffled. There was something bothering him about dray and dray had the feeling that sooner or later, he would spit it out so he would just remain calm as always.

Dray picked up a piece of metal that was lieing on the table as he began to carve out some beautiful images on the wooden table. As he did so, he placed his other hand on the table as he felt what type of wood the table was made of. He felt pity for the table knowing that it would not last no more than two days before he withdrew his hand and continued his carving all along, avoiding the young man's inquisitive eyes. The young man finally leaned unto the table between them, raising a hand to his neck as he spoke.. "You don't look like the sort of person that usually find themselves in a dump like this.." Still carving, dray replied the gentleman.. "No where is a dump to me rather the people there are the ones who make the area a dump so indirectly, they themselves are the dump."

The young man continued.. "Its strange don't you think? Usually only monsters confine themselves to the shadows.." Dray paused as the young man finished his statement.. The room grew silent as the air itself froze sending a chill in every direction of the room. Dray wiped the dirt of his carving as he looked up to the stranger with light green gleaming eyes that met shining purple ones. The clash seemed to be visible to all as dray answered the gentlemen. "Monsters you say. Perhaps, reverse is the case. The cycle of life.. When a bird is alive, it easts ants, once it dies, ants eat it. Time and circumstances can metamophose at any period. One solid tree makes a million match sticks but when the time comes, only a single match stick is needed to burn a million trees.. Those who are high and mighty today once visited "dumps" like this. It's not a matter of where you find yourself. Its a matter of what you do where you find yourself.
You look like one who needs to know something. I think I could use some knowledge too. It's a priviledge hearing me speak this much, I hardly do so. Let's have some air.." Dray would say to the young man as he would stand up and head for the exit.
WC:536

Fukai watched him carve with great interest. The effortless skill that he dug into the table with rendered a beautiful scene on the shoddy old hardwood table top. The green haired man enveloped himself in his work like he shared something with the wood. That was when Fukai spoke. The man beside him replied while carving

No where is a dump to me rather the people there are the ones who make the area a dump so indirectly, they themselves are the dump.
What a strange, cryptic answer. It was no sideways answer or throwaway statement, this was a sagacious statement that came from the core of his very beliefs. The purple eyed man could see that he was definitely not one of the usual types that he met on a daily basis. He was intrigued, talking once more to see if he could nudge the man open a little further. The man answered.

Monsters you say.... It's a matter of what you do where you find yourself.
He was struck by the newcomer. He had opened right up in response, showing profound wisdoms that were well beyond his years. Fukai was very satisfied with the answer and his curiosity increased tenfold. One particular sentence stuck with him: Time and circumstance can metamorphose at any period. It was true, many in this world have been subjected to the intensely dynamic shifts of culture that reduced structured society to rubble like an earthquake. The young man's words had taken him aback and submerged him into thought again. If it is a matter of what actions you take and not where you start then what could I do to change my situation for the better? Fukai found himself enjoying this encounter and wanted to find out more about the male before him.

You look like one who needs to know something. I think I could use some knowledge too. It's a privilege hearing me speak this much, I hardly do so. Let's have some air..
Fukai watched the man stand and walk towards the door, realising that maybe the two of them weren't so different. From his first sentence, it was clear that the man had been successfully reading him as well. He also valued knowledge and apparently didn't give it out often. A wolfish grin grew below silver hair. The stranger expected Fukai to follow him into the night and share some sort of 'information'. Whatever he wanted, the genin wasn't going to pass up on this opportunity. He stood as well and made for the exit, happily leaving his beer on the table.

It was dark out, the rock that had previously cooked in the sun was starting to lose its' warmth. The night seemed still, quieter than most, although this may have just been the genin's imagination. The cool night air blew away the tension that had developed in the stuffy pub. The stranger stood ten metres outside the door, facing away from the approaching purple eyed man. He was waiting for him to speak. I see you value information, as do I. Maybe we can come to a trade arrangement. I'll go first. My name is Fukai Fantomusodo and I have lived in this village for almost half my life. I have been training in the ninja arts for as long as I can remember. He doubted the man cared about his own origins but providing this type of knowledge would hopefully open the man up to share something that was along a similar line. He delve further into the conversation, saying something that he rarely ever talked about. When I was a child, my clan village was attacked, all of my friends and my mother died. It was poison. Fukai  drew up next to the man, held his arm up and flexed it, showing the light purple scars that covered his body. The young man no longer held any bitterness towards the event and had decided to share it in hopes that the stranger would do the same. He wondered where exactly this was going.

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Dray saw the young gentleman leave the little pub after him. The night was calm as both strangers stood in the alley. The purple eyed fella walked up to dray as he began to speak at the dark hours of the night with the moon providing a bright light. "My name is Fukai Fantomusodo and I have lived in this village for almost half my life. I have been training in the ninja arts for as long as I can remember." Dray stared into the darkness of the night as he carefully listened to the young man's origin. Knowing someone from iwagakure might probably give him some answers he needed. He was a foreigner in iwagakure who had not had the opportunity to meet any higher personels in the land of stone. Perhaps, this young man could help him out.
Dray seemed to feel the young man let out some emotions as he spoke his next words.. "When I was a child, my clan village was attacked, all of my friends and my mother died. It was poison". For a regular person, their facial expression would have changed or they would have consoled the young man but for someone like dray who was abnormal in his own sense, he merely retained his calm look. One which had become a perfect identity. He neither laughed nor did he cry. He neither smiled nor frowned. He had just one look. It was that of calmness perhaps as time went on, he would succumb.

The young man after finishing his words held up his arm for dray to see as a testament to what he said. Dray would look down a bit to see light purple scars on the arm as he would wonder within himself what could have caused them. He knew that the man was probably expecting him to talk about his past but was that truly going to happen... Dray would walk through the alley, the way he had come towards open space with the man close behind him. They would keep on walking until they got to an open space. A very large one and looking upwards would be like they were directly under the moon with the moon. "What would I say of a past that I never had.." Dray would say to the silver haired man as he would jump backwards five meters and spread out two scrolls unto the floor while bending down a bit, looking at the young man. "I would like to test out some arts I made if you don't mind and if you're worthy, you'll get something out of me.." Dray would conclude waiting for the man's reaction. Dray had found the zeal to battle out of nowhere and he had hoped that this young man would satisfy him unlike the phantom eye warrior that he had fought, Sekuro karumo.
WC:483

The young man beside Fukai watched him with intent as he introduced himself. He gave no reaction to his short story and remained aloof underneath his robes. He then walked on ahead down the alleyway in silence. The silver man wondered if he would get a reaction from him. Was he just not interested? Was he just going to walk home and ignore him? Fukai was a little disappointed, but something told him to keep up with the strange man. He had released such profundity earlier, maybe he just needed to find the right time and place to talk. If this was indeed the reason then the genin could respect that, also valuing a few well placed words instead of meaningless rambling. Whatever he was doing walking through this alleyway, it only added to his mystique.

The alley opened into a wide area, lined with abandoned buildings that formed a stadium. Some of them were carved out of stone which was not unusual in Iwa, and some had been constructed from the usual timber and clay. The man finally stopped in the middle of the area and without turning to face him, spoke What would you say of a past that I never had... Fukai frowned at this, it was not an answer by any means. Normal social policy states that if you offer your name you can expect the other person to reply with their own. The young green haired man was avoiding this even though he seemed to still be interested in talking to him. Fukai's curiosity instantly turned into suspiciousness. There were many reasons for not releasing information about yourself and Fukai instinctually assumed it was for some sinister reason. The stranger suddenly turned to face him and jumped back.

I would like to test out some arts I made if you don't mind and if you're worthy, you'll get something out of me..
He would lay down some scrolls in front of himself. Test out some arts? Fukai was starting to get a bad feeling about this. He was a straightforward man and didn't like sneaky surprises. From his experience, that was usually the sort of thing to come out of a ninjas scrolls. Adrenalin started pumping as he realised he could be in danger. Questions flooded his mind, he was completely in the dark in more ways than one. What should I do? He was now on the balls of his feet, deciding on fight or flight. He could not discern anything from this closed book of a man and was powerless with ignorance. Whatever was happening, Fukai felt uncomfortable. He would put his hands together and generate sparks that jumped from one palm to another. His eyes flickered from side to side then settled back on the man, an attempt at escape would have a low chance of success. Fukai opened his pours, ready to flood them with chakra if he needed them to. How about you give me some answers right now. He felt like a cornered rat.

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"Test out some arts?" Dray would hear the silver haired man question himself.. He seemed to be deciding whether to fight or flee. He probably discovered that his chances of escaping were very little so fighting to prove his worth was the only option. Dray would see him generate little sparks from his palm. Whatever those were meant for.. This battle was just about to begin. The terrain was beautiful. Not much would get damaged.
"How bout you give me some answers.." Fukai would say to dray probably trying to sound confidents.. And in reply, dray would say to me.. "You stink of fear, one which I detest.. You want some answers but am afraid those won't come easy.."

With a single handseal, dray would unseal wrath and temp. Two puppets that were no different from him. He had made them to perfection. They had his exact face, his skin color, his size and they even wore the same clothes as he. They were hard to be detailed as puppets. They were human like. If one had not met dray, they would think that wrath was him or better still temp. Dray wanted an actual battle. One where he would not have to go easy on his opponent like he did with karumo but seeing that fukai was not up to his standard, he would try his best not to hurt him but perhaps, through pain, the young man would find some answers he had always wanted. Ones that would pave a straight path to his future. After unsealing the puppets from the scrolls, dray would attach green intangible strings unto them as he would jump backwards another ten metres with his puppets following him thereby extending the gap between him and fukai to fifteen meters. He was giving him the advantage. Dray would wait for fukai to attack but after a few seconds, dray would charge towards him covering a gap of five metres again.. "If you don't come, I will"..

With a simple tug, wrath would shot five shurikens at fukai. The first shuriken aiming for his right ear, the second shuriken for his right leg. The third for his right arm. The fourth shuriken would be hidden underneath the second one while the last shuriken would also be hidden underneath the third shuriken. If the first shuriken should hit the ear, it would throw fukai off balance as the ear was responsible for body balance. The second shuriken also hitting the leg would reduce his speed by causing him to limp. The third shuriken would prevent him from using his arm to it's full extent and the main aim of the hidden shurikens was to do the job that the first might fail to do..
WC:461
CP:185/200
Five chakra- academy strings
Ten chakra- Generic sealing tech

You stink of fear, one which I detest..You want some answers but am afraid those won't come easy..
Again the man before him ignored his question. The stranger unsealed two strange looking puppets from the scrolls layed out in front of him. They were exact copies of the original, Fukai was now facing three opponents. In the dark, the genin struggled to see the wooden joints and puppet strings that he knew were attached. His breathing rate increased, heartbeat sped up and sparks jumped along his fingertips. The man would jump further back behind his puppets.

If you don't come, I will.
Fukai tensed and drew his kunai in his right hand. A split second later he saw three shurikens fly out from the puppet. One flew at his head, one at his lower right side and one at the middle right side. Instinctually, Fukai used his incredible reflexes to turn his body side on and pulled his head back to see the one aimed at his head to whiz under his nose. He flicked his right leg behind him to escape the two that were aimed low. In this position he wasn't able to get out of the way of the shuriken flying at his right arm. Instead, he brought up his kunai and deflected it just as the projectile hiding behind it struck his right forearm. Due to the huge movement, Fukai had to stumble back to regain balance, feeling the sting in his arm. It seemed he wouldn't be able to weasel himself out of this one.

Gah! The purple eyed man would quickly recover composure, switching the kunai into his left hand. Fukai wanted to attack the man at the back but he knew he wouldn't be able to get past the puppets that easily. He would send a static bolt of raiton at one of the puppets and then run at the other, swinging at it with a left handed slice with the kunai that was aimed at the puppets body.

Chakra: 140/150
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Raiton Static Zap:

Dray watched his attacks closely and anticipated fukai's actions. He managed to evade most of the shurikens but one of the hidden shurikens completed the job as he pierced fukai's right fore arm as blood spurted out of it. The young man quickly regained his balance with some confidence as he charged towards dray and his opponent. Worry about the puppets.. Not me.. dray would say to fukai as he would see him shoot a lightning bolt towards wrath would would swerve to the other side and escape the slow speed of the jutsu. The sound of the bolt crashing into a nearby rock and destroying it would be heard as fukai would be seen cutting to the left towards temp and attacking it with a kunai. With reflexes as fast as that of the puppet master, temp would effortlessly escape from the attacks as it would jump backwards five metres giving fukai a chance to counter to block or evade the next attack..

My name is Zennyo Ryuo and I have no past. The present and the future is all I live for.. dray would say to fukai who probably won't be too distracted to see the three water bullets coming towards him from temp and if he did not do anything about it, his body would sure be covered in bruises. As the battle was going on, dray would not even be using a quarter of his strength. He was planning on testing out fukai to see how well he could go and how far he still had to go. The young silver haired and purpled eyed man had spirit in his eyes and dray hoped he would prove worthy. With the water bullets still some metres away from fukai, dray would spot a boulder just some inches away from fukai as he would call out to him.. Use your surroundings to your advantage.. hoping he would understand and make wise use of it.. but even in truth, the boulder would probably not be able to block the bullets but it might take on some major damage for fukai.
WC:357

The two puppets that Fukai attacked easily evaded his attacks. One whizzed away from his bolt of raiton and the other jumped 5 metres away from his kunai strike. Fukai's pulse slowed starting to fall into the well practiced battle state that he knew well. He knew he was in a dire situation, but he had oddly calmed after the first exchange. A cold sweat trickled from his forehead, blood trickled from his forearm. Judging from the agility of the puppetry, any careless strike could turn out to be a fatal mistake.

My name is Zennyo Ryuo and I have no past. The present and the future is all I live for..
Zennyo Ryuo... The name meant nothing to Fukai, but he felt slightly better about the situation due to the stranger giving his name. He could be lying but the genin doubted it. He saw no reason for lying, Zennyo was hardly being pressured. For the young green haired man having no past, Fukai was surprised to find out that he didn't mind this revelation. There were many reasons people didn't consider themselves to have a past. Maybe he came from nothing. Maybe he came from tragedy. Maybe he just doesn't know about it. In such a turmoiled world, such a case wasn't rare in the slightest. And as for the fact that the present and future was all he lived for, the silver haired man could relate. His past.

Out of the corner of his eye, one of the puppets shot something at him. It was some sort of spray of small projectiles that he wouldn't be able to dodge. Use your surroundings to your advantage. Fukai jumped behind the rock like the voice was his own mind. He hoped he would be able to shelter here from whatever was quickly speeding towards him. Down by his feet behind the boulder was a rickety old staff. The young man's heart pounded at the discovery. He grabbed for the weapon, the familiar shape felt right at home in his hand. The next split second water bullets smashed through the boulder, Fukai rolling away from the spray of rubble. He gained a new sense of confidence, the strength and knowledge gained from over ten years of training with pole weapons came back instantly.

No past but a future. Fukai smirked. Well I guess I can dig that. My future won't end until I have gained unprecedented strength that the likes of Iwa has never seen before. Therefore I can't let someone like you stop me here. The words had sort of surprised him as he uttered them with such confidence. Not an hour ago he had been contemplating his direction in life but here he was, spouting arrogance like the idiots that he had to deal with back at the academy. The stranger apparently named Zennyo had ignited something within him. Like a challenge that couldn't be backed out of.

He let his chakra flow over the weapon strengthening it, ready for battle. He would charge for the closest puppet, swinging his staff in circles in practiced circles around his body going for a strike on the right side with one end of the staff and a second on the left side with the other. Then he would spin around with the staff locked under his elbow, going for a full power strike aimed at the puppets head. After that he would wince at the pain leaving a half second of vulnerability due to using his arm despite his wound. If the puppet would try to dodge or get away during this exchange, Fukai would follow up instantly with a jump strike.

Chakra 135/150
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The young silver haired and purple eyed man seemed to give ears to what dray said as he shot out of the way landing safely behind the boulder. As expected, the boulder was not much of a defence as the water bullets smashed it into pieces forcing fukai out of his hiding place like a farmer trying to exterminate moles from their holes through fumigating.
Fukai rolled out with a sort of staff in hand. Perhaps one that he had found behind the boulder. Being able to create wood out of his body, dray had a sharp sense of smell and vision to anything relating to plants or wood therefore he could easily determine that the staff was very old, having only a few fights left before packing up completely but even still, a single arrow in the hands of a master can guarantee success than a quiver full of arrows in the hands of a novice so it was left to fukai how well he could use the staff to turn the tides of the battle even though winning was impossible.

The look on fukai's dray told dray that fukai had much confidence in his staff skills as he seemed to brighten up all of a sudden. He wasn't ready to waive the win. "No past but a future. Well I guess I can dig that. My future won't end until I have gained unprecedented strength
that the likes of Iwa has never seen before. Therefore I can't let someone like you stop me here." fukai said as he charged towards temp, swinging his staff in circles in a more practiced way around his body as he went for a strike on the right side with one end of the staff and a second on the left side with the other. He then spun around with the
staff locked under his elbow as he went for a full power strike aimed at temp's head after which he winced at the pain leaving a half second of vulnerability probably due to his wound but dray would not take advantage of the situation. Temp's b ranked wooden parts were more than enough to withstand two strikes from the opponent's staff but as soon as fukai revealed his attempt to go for the head, Dray would activate the puppet illusion escape technique as temp would withdraw from the spot and leave an illusion behind that would look so real to fukai. Fukai's head strike would hit the illusion as it would fade away probably leaving fukai confused or surprised.

The moment the illusion was activated, dray and his two puppets would have jumped back to give a gap of five metres between him and fukai and when the illusion fades, fukai would now see dray five metres away with both puppets coiled around him and having both of their heads resting on his two shoulders like pet animals.
I don't regret that I don't know of my past rather I handle my present with confidence and prepare for my future without fear. You strive to become the best in iwa but that only implies that the sky is your limit. I strive to be the most high at what I do which implies that the sky is just my beginning and that my art will be the ultimate. In this world, there are those who have a problem to your every solution but when they give you a hundred reasons to quit, you give them a thousand reasons to continue.. Enough 'play' tonight.. Dray would say to fukai telling him that they had been joking all along. I shall now wrap this up.. Dray would conclude with seriousness in his tone.

Performing hand seals at blinding speeds that Fukai Fantomusodo had probably never seen before, dray would jump just one step backwards raising up his right hand with two fingers up as water would gush out of the earth. It was a brilliaint feat, creating water out of nowhere. The water would be shaped into a giant dragon ten times fukai's size. This was the water release: water dragon bullet technique... Leaving fukai to admire the awesomeness of this technique, Suiton: Suiryudan no jutsu! dray would call out as the dragon would shine it's bright yellow eyes and charge at fukai at a speed of 35m/s. With only five metres away from fukai, the dragon was impossible to evade meaning that it would reach fukai within a fraction of a fraction of a second and upon crashing into him, the dragon would severly bruise him and probably break some bones. That was the superiority of Dray over fukai. He was the supreme at the moment.
WC:800
CP:165

Jutsu used:

The young silver haired and purple eyed man seemed to give ears to what dray said as he shot out of the way landing safely behind the boulder. As expected, the boulder was not much of a defence as the water bullets smashed it into pieces forcing fukai out of his hiding place like a farmer trying to exterminate moles from their holes through fumigating.
Fukai rolled out with a sort of staff in hand. Perhaps one that he had found behind the boulder. Being able to create wood out of his body, dray had a sharp sense of smell and vision to anything relating to plants or wood therefore he could easily determine that the staff was very old, having only a few fights left before packing up completely but even still, a single arrow in the hands of a master can guarantee success than a quiver full of arrows in the hands of a novice so it was left to fukai how well he could use the staff to turn the tides of the battle even though winning was impossible.

The look on fukai's dray told dray that fukai had much confidence in his staff skills as he seemed to brighten up all of a sudden. He wasn't ready to waive the win. "No past but a future. Well I guess I can dig that. My future won't end until I have gained unprecedented strength
that the likes of Iwa has never seen before. Therefore I can't let someone like you stop me here." fukai said as he charged towards temp, swinging his staff in circles in a more practiced way around his body as he went for a strike on the right side with one end of the staff and a second on the left side with the other. He then spun around with the
staff locked under his elbow as he went for a full power strike aimed at temp's head after which he winced at the pain leaving a half second of vulnerability probably due to his wound but dray would not take advantage of the situation. Temp's b ranked wooden parts were more than enough to withstand two strikes from the opponent's staff but as soon as fukai revealed his attempt to go for the head, Dray would activate the puppet illusion escape technique as temp would withdraw from the spot and leave an illusion behind that would look so real to fukai. Fukai's head strike would hit the illusion as it would fade away probably leaving fukai confused or surprised.

The moment the illusion was activated, dray and his two puppets would have jumped back to give a gap of five metres between him and fukai and when the illusion fades, fukai would now see dray five metres away with both puppets coiled around him and having both of their heads resting on his two shoulders like pet animals.
I don't regret that I don't know of my past rather I handle my present with confidence and prepare for my future without fear. You strive to become the best in iwa but that only implies that the sky is your limit. I strive to be the most high at what I do which implies that the sky is just my beginning and that my art will be the ultimate. In this world, there are those who have a problem to your every solution but when they give you a hundred reasons to quit, you give them a thousand reasons to continue.. Enough 'play' tonight.. Dray would say to fukai telling him that they had been joking all along. I shall now wrap this up.. Dray would conclude with seriousness in his tone.

Performing hand seals at blinding speeds that Fukai Fantomusodo had probably never seen before, dray would jump just one step backwards raising up his right hand with two fingers up as water would gush out of the earth. It was a brilliaint feat, creating water out of nowhere. The water would be shaped into a giant dragon ten times fukai's size. This was the water release: water dragon bullet technique... Leaving fukai to admire the awesomeness of this technique, Suiton: Suiryudan no jutsu! dray would call out as the dragon would shine it's bright yellow eyes and charge at fukai at a speed of 35m/s. With only five metres away from fukai, the dragon was impossible to evade meaning that it would reach fukai within a fraction of a fraction of a second and upon crashing into him, the dragon would severly bruise him and probably break some bones. That was the superiority of Dray over fukai. He was the supreme at the moment.
WC:800
CP:165

Jutsu used:

He anticipated the impact from the strike on the head of the puppet. When the staff swung straight through the illusion, Fukai let out a confused grunt. Tricks and schemes. Why do people fight like this? Of course it made sense. Fighting someone out of their comfort zone accumulates a great advantage. A straight up close range brawl is what the genin looked for in a fight and he couldn't even get near his opponent. The two wooden clones of Zennyo jumped back to him. What is he up to now? He had enough tricks, enough playing in someone elses game. He flicked up a piece of rubble that had been created by the water bullets and charged it with chakra, tossing it halfway between the two casually.

I don't regret that...
The strange young man started talking again. Fukai wouldn't let this distract him. He started running at the man, closing the distance between them. Fukai's blood heated up, the vein on his forhead started to bulge underneath the pressure of his heart's furious beat. Gritted teeth and squinted eyes, he charged his staff with raw raiton chakra, the pole sizzling and forming a sharp yellow chakra tip at the end. As he advanced on his enemy, he switched his stance putting his weight behind his weapon and stretched it out in front like a spearman would. Enough 'play' tonight. The green haired man seemed to be annoyed that the genin was ignoring his words, and prepared for his guest.

There was only five metres between them and Fukai did not intend to slow down his pace. The green haired male formed quick hand signs that Fukai did not recognise. Fukai's eyes widened. He was giving up controlling his puppets to use some sort of ninjutsu. The square filled with water with surprising speed. The man jumped back as his jutsu formed, trying to give himself more time. 3 metres. Fukai kept running, desperation starting to take over. He didn't know what was happening. The water quickly whirlpooled and a spout formed, a long snake like form. The water sprouted a dragons head. 1 metre. The Dragon rushed at him with blinding speed. No! He yelled as he would dive for his opponent, opening his pores and flooding them with chakra. He accelerated, tripling his speed and closing the distance on his enemy. Fukai would push himself very close to his enemy and would grab him by his collar. The water technique streamed straight for them at a huge speed. Fukai would stab at Zennyo. This would hopefully leave his opponent with only two options. Forming the seals required to release the technique and take a stab to the gut, or letting the jutsu hit both of them. If his opponent would try to escape, Fukai would not let him using the speed from his own jutsu.

Chakra 105/150
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Jutsu:

As dray began forming the hand seals for the water dragon technique, the opponent had already began to run. He did not stop even when he knew that dray was about to launch an attack. In an instant, his speed double or no, it trippled due to some unseen forces. This was truly amazing but dray had no time to admire the silver haired man's speed. It was not ordinary, that he was sure of having taken note of his every movement since the beginning of the battle.

Dray calculated the young man's speed. At this rate, he would get to dray on time but dray did not fret. He still kept calm as the water sprouted into the dragon's head but the young man's speed was extreme and this exact speed would lead to his defeat. Dray calmly let him advance, still pretending to focus on the water technique. Three metres and the young man was closing in. Two metres and his pole was stretched forward. As he got withing one metre of dray, the dragon shone it's eyes as he charged for fukai fantomusodo. The purple eyed man yelled as he dived toward's dray with a hand stretched forward probably hoping to grab dray but still being several inches away from the man in green, dray would stamp his right foot on the ground as earth spikes would sprout out of the earth at outstanding speeds all around dray to skewer fukai after which the dragon before dray would take it's turn.
Given fukai's speed and range, avoiding being skewered by the earth spikes was almost unavoidable. He had lost the battle but also proven himself to Dray.
Wc:288
Cp:150

jutsu used:

Fukai reached out for Zennyo's collar in desperation. The tremendous water beast was about to crush down on him and all he could do was to try and take his foe with him. The green haired man that he had only just met had somehow become his opponent in an all out duel. The man before him had great strength and skill, able to manipulate puppets and ninjutsu with ease. The genin had many matches back in his clans dojo and knew that the only way that one beats a superior opponent is with a risky play that would decide the match one way or the other, very quickly. Fukai's fate was imminent. Chakra was blazing from his back propelling him forwards. His staff crackled with raiton as Fukai drove it at the young man in front of him. The suiton dragon roared at him, its jaws opened as if to swallow him entirely. The stranger in front of him, however, was strangely calm.

Fukai was alarmed at how unphased his opponent was at his charge. There must be some kind of trick. Whatever it was, he could not spare a moment to figure it out. He committed to this attack entirely and had no more time to back out. Any moment now the water technique would crush him. Spears suddenly shot out of the ground towards him, if he kept on his cource he would impale himself on them. Was this the reason for his opponents calm air? The silver haired young man leapt with all his might. No! I must reach him! Fukai's force of will burned bright at that moment, the fuuton flaring from his back. As he fell, his arm shot out and grabbed Zennyo's clothing. As the great water dragon smashed into them, Fukai ran the raiton tip of his staff into his foe.

The great beast crushed into Fukai's side breaking two of his left ribs. The young man let out a small cry in shock of the pain. The sheer force from the technique crumpled him to the ground. He lay there gasping and sodden. His extremities were numb but all he could think was 'get up'. He was still in a fight. The green haired young man had managed to get away from most of the water dragon, only receiving bruising as the force smacked him to the ground. Fukai slowly pulled himself onto his side, leaning on his elbow, panting from exertion. He looked gazed over at his opponent that was sitting down, testing the wound in his stomach. It looked like his staff blow had done something after all, albeit a light wound no where near his vitals. Fukai managed a smile between gasps. He wasn't in such a great shape at the moment but was thrilled that he had put in a blow.

You sure are strong, man with no past. Fukai spat out a little blood as his breathing steadied. He would slowly get to his feet and pick up his staff. He wasn't in such a good shape but Fukai would continue to fight until he could no further. He watched the man intentively for any more of his tricks. I can go all day, friend. Had enough yet? It was a tough facade that was not very convincing. He had obviously received much more damage than his opponent and was uncertain of whether he would see the light of tomorrow's morning. His legs almost gave way beneath him.

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Dray saw fukai scale past the earth spears though receiving some minor damages due to how he mauevered through them. He charged on with the sole intent of taking his opponent down with him even when the water dragon was so close to ending his life. He perservered as he fastened his speed and with only few inches to impact, he leapt and thrusted forward a lightning charged pole. Dray, being able to counter the attack in a thousand ways chose not to do anything and decided to let fukai have this one. Afterall, he was impressive so something to show for his efforts would push him forward on the road of life.

Dray took the stab to his stomach as the water dragon crashed into them both dealing greater damage to a weaker fukai than to dray who had the protection of his puppet gate. In no time, he had quickly bandaged up the little injury that was not that painful as he stood and watched fukai get on his feet. The fantomusodo finally stood up as a smile lit on his face. The hit he had landly on dray was definetly the reason for this. You sure are strong, man with no pasr silver haired fukai would say. I can go on all day, had enough friend? he said as if taunting dray.

Fighting a battle you've already lost is meaningless.. dray would say to fukai as he would see the genin crumble to his feet due to broken bones. You do have room for improvement, I'll admit.. Dray would conclude as he would hop away in a quick flash..
EXIT
WC:280
Total WC:3439

Fukai fell to his knee. The stranger rose from the ground like the puppets that he controlled. He seemed unphased by his wounds and seemed to have lost motivation for fighting. His green top swayed in the light dusk breeze. Fukai could feel the man's gaze upon him although his eyes were hidden in shadow. The genin panted and collapsed onto one knee. Stubborn in the face of danger, he gripped his weapon and held it like a lifeline.

Fighting a battle you've already lost is meaningless.
Zennyo spoke as he turned his back on him. Fukai let down his guard slightly but was still on the look out for any surprising tricks. His foe seemed to want to end it here. The motivation for this meaningless fight was still unclear to him, as was the man in front of him. He kept watching, sweat lining his face.

You do have room for improvement, I'll admit. What is this? He is now talking like a sensei. Fukai was confused. The man then left him in the courtyard, alone. Not understanding the situation was one thing that he found he hated. The pain of his wounds suddenly hit him as his adrenaline wore off. After a few minutes in the courtyard arena, Fukai picked himself up and hobbled home, he would go see someone to treat his ribs in the morning. If nothing else, this was good battle experience with someone who wasn't just going to hold their punches. This 'Zennyo' character was interesting. Were there more people like him out in the world? More strength and techniques? Fukai wanted to find out. That is where I want to go. The world.

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