And just like that
everything changed
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For just a moment...
everything was still.
Exposed soles digging in to the damp soil below her feet, limbs wound and impatiently poised. The blood painted knife held tight within her white knucked grip; as the true ebony haired female stood there with the chilled bitten wind tugging at her clothes and the cool blades of grass dancing around her ankles, with steely silver eyes she watched the unsure moment of calm which lay before her. The stilled image of the fierce determination in the familiar face with stolen knife and the twisted words. The solid decisiveness and strength of her acquainted stranger's eyes. The tension in between them, so thick that she could almost hear it interfering with the desperate words that filled the air. Oh yes. That's right. She could see it clearly now. Her words and
her words; they no longer reached him. Their prayers and pleas meant
nothing. He was the judge, the jury and the two women before him were on trial. Standing there like obedient statues awaiting the verdict of guilty. They were ready... steady... still... waiting waiting...
She blinked
And she missed it.
The fluent string of complex hand signs. The puff off smoke bringing a second life in to existence. The casual passing of steel and responsibility.
"Do not waste your breath,"
All of a sudden the male was once again in front of her, but this time it was not his screaming shuriken that lashed out towards her lithe form. It was his blade. Slashing and hacking away with graceful brutality, aiming to dice away what blood she maintained. She may have been able to fend off the flying weapon before but the knife she weilded was as useful as a single senbon against the sword that bore down on her again... and again... and again. With every swing she would bring up the knife, no longer than her forearm; and swing it up to defend. The attack would falter, she would be safe... until she was parried away leaving the cool steel open to slice through her side, her arms, her legs, her shoulders, her skin and muscle. But
none of it.... not one single blow or laceration hurt more than knowing that if she had not hesitated right at the beginning, if Tenmei Sotsuji had not froze and allowed her self to be stabbed none of this would happen.
She was being hurt over and over and there was nothing that she could do to mitigate this pain.
What do I do?
A quick glance at the other was enough to see that she too suffered the same fate. What the kunoichi to do? What was either of them supposed to do? They couldn't show him the truth. The way the other dodged and parried, and struggled with the pain; even her eyes started to wonder if she was intruder stepping callously over this life. She couldn't make him hear her anymore. He was deaf to her words, he could taste the lies. There was no question he could ask that would give him the answer he was looking for? So how in all the lands were either of them going to prove to him that they were the one that needed saving. How could they prove to this single entity that one of the two were the innocent and the other was a fake? How?
Please help me. Tell me. How can I make him believe?
Please.... pl...
You show him the real you. Make him feel the power of the Sotsuji
"THAT'S ENOUGH"
The voice was like a volcano. Erupting out from beneath the earth crushing force with a
terrifyingly viscious roar. Sounding out all throughout the area so all mere mortal could here. Warning them all.
Before the echoes had faded from the trees, a sudden and
violent burst of
pure untamed heat exploded from her core, in an attempt to push back any enemy that dare cause her pain again. But that wasn't all. In the same breath... in that same
raw moment the wave of heat also extended down her shoulders, her back, before igniting in a brilliant rolling cloak of heat that swooped down over her eyes and down her arm to the blade she still held in her hand. He was right. Tenmei was a Sotsuji. A
living breathing naked flame fulled by it's own anger and she would never be extinguished. Not by this stranger wearing her friends skin... and not by some foolish girl playing dress up with her identity. This game was at it's end.
With a speed that belittled the intruders, Tenmei shot past both version's of Binsu in a flash of a tangerine white light and descended upon the bleeding doppleganger like a ravenous predator who was done toying with it's weakened prey.
"It's like looking in a mirror, isn't it?" the female hissed to the squriming girl... right before she pressed her hands over the girl's face, melting... burning the shrieking
screaming fear contorted expression underneath.
"Mmmm that's better. Listen to me very carefully, you poor pathetic, stupid child. You want to be me? You want my life? You would die screaming if you even spent a day in my burning world. So I am going to do you a favour. I will end your misery before it begins. You can thank me from the hell you will rot in"
With blade still in hand she turned slightly to look at the male, her eyes glowing the auburn orange of the fire she wielded. Then she sliced the girl's throat where she lay.
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And just like that... everything changedAs she retrieved the blade from the corpse, the flames from around her shoulders faded and the heat slowly subsided. The luscious grass from around her footprints were now nothing but dust left to be trampled in to the soil and the trees bore scars of charcoal and iron. Her breath steadied, her heart along with it and finally... when it was truly over... when she turned back to face her companion the silver in her eyes had returned once again. That was it. It was over.
She was tired... sore. The ebony haired female had lost track of which gash... which bruise hurt the worst. Using her better arm to brace herself against a tree she turned away from him to gaze wearily towards the direction of home. To the time before this mess happened.
"Leave the body here. I will leave a message with administration to collect it in the morning. Now... unless you have any further doubts that it is me Binsu, then I would like to head back.
Oh and... I don't blame you. None of this was your fault"
Your faults. Your mistakes.
And it wont happen again. ------
Words: 1157
Total: 6315-----
Training:
Mission: 2500/6315 = 3815
Endurance: C - B1 = 3725
6315 - 2500 - 3725 = 90 left over-----
- Jutsu Used :
Name: Heat Repulsion
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: B
Type: Offensive/ Defensive
Element: Katon/ Fuuton
Range: 2m
Specialty: Taijutsu
Duration:1
Cooldown: 7
Description:
The user rapidly accelerated the burning potential in their bodies causing a huge heated wind distortion around them, capable of knocking someone back forcefully as well as defending against up to B rank techniques and dealing third degree burns to people in the immediate area. Though as the user accelerates their heat so quickly, even for themselves, they receive tender first degree burns over 1/2 their own body which heal in approximately one hour.
Name: Cloak of Flaming Heat
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: A
Type: Offensive/ Defensive/ Supplementary
Element: Katon/Fuuton
Range: 1m
Specialty: Taijutsu/ Bukijutsu
Duration: Maintainable (-10 per post)
Cooldown: 8
Description:
The user channels the heat of their chakra and flares it out the back of their bodies down their chakra points from their forehead to the tip at the end of their spine and down both of their arms covering their fists. The heat emitted is hot enough to ignite the air around them in a dazzling display resembling a cloak of blazing red-white fire. If the user possesses a weapon the cloak can also travel down the length of a blade. (must possess Bukijutsu for any weapon exceeding dagger length)
The heat causes wind distortion which routes away D rank techniques and abilities while B rank or lower liquid water or vapour sources which come within 1 meter of the user evaporate into pure steam (not water vapour) and are dispersed, the flames themselves are able to deal fourth degree burns on impact and third degree burns to those who are within 1 meter proximity after 1 turn.