1 Rekindling lost Dominance(Private/Yui/NK) Sat Aug 01, 2015 11:17 am
Daremo
S-rank
Everything from birds, insects to any other wildlife had long since fled from the immediate area, having sense something amiss, something dangerous coming their way, and they didn't want be a part of whatever it might be. So, instead of waiting to see what cause the easiness within their being, urging them to flee from the vicinity, they, the animals, listened to their instincts and fled without looking back. Wildlife wasn't the only thing affected, no, they very air in the environment had been assaulted as well. Once light and refreshing, the air now hung heavy, being weighed down by an unforeseen force, and felt tainted, a vile venom having been released into the air, corrupting it, as, whatever caused the animals to flee, approaches. The weather didn't play any part of this strange occurrence. It wasn't the work of some thunderstorm or massive supercell. The progenitor wasn't some nature phenomenon caused by nature but rather by a single, ticked-off, individual.
Amazing isn't it? How a single human being was capable of alluding an aura that affected the environment around them to such a degree that animals fled, and the very atmosphere shifted accordingly. To some, mainly civilians, it's unfathomable for a person to be able to do this. It goes against everything that stated Kamis were the only one who could affect the environment. It literally contradicts every text stating, men shall never inherit power that could potentially rival a Kami, crumpling and throwing it into the waste bin. Some of the deities, those who looked at men as nothing but insects, weren't amused either. No puny human, no matter the chakra birthed to them by their ancestors, should be able to having this type of effect on the environment! Such an intimidating presence should only be reserved for them alone! Not some weak, insignificant human! And yet, there was one who had this presence about them. So sickening. . .
Emerging from the forest garbed in a simple grey kimono with matching pants; a black obi around the waist and steel reinforced geta was the one responsible for the phenomenon; Guanyin Nanashi. Yellow, serpentine shaped eyes were eerily calm as they swept across the surrounding area, making sure no one else was in the vicinity. The area itself was quite spacious, being almost as long as a soccer field with a few four to six-meter trees sporadic spreaded about, though not enough to impede one's movement from one side to another. The ground itself was grassy with leaves, branches, and other little foliage here and there.
Sun rays reflected off dew hanging from some of the greenery, giving an indication of it being relatively early in the morning. And there was a light constant breeze blowing from the East.
Having not sensed anyone in the vicinity, Nanashi threw a glance back in the direction he came, ignoring the colorful language and name calling of the individual who had earned his ire, looking into the forest with complete and utter apathy, before turning his attention back to something else. If one would come into the clearing the same way he did, they would approach a grisly sight. Tied around a large tree with ninja wire was a rather chubby, pompous looking, man with brown hair, his limbs were severed, blood pooling on the ground below, flowing out of various blacken wounds, as something akin to necrosis slowly ate away at his life. An almost torturous death slowly coming to an end, the voice waning and then silence.
"A fitting end for a middleman. . .", Nanashi mused to himself, thinking, only for a moment, about the now deceased man who hired a wannabe assassin to take out the silver-haired Sannin during an errand that he was doing for his mother. If it wasn't for the assassin's loose lips, Nanashi would have never known who hired the hit out on his life; the second one so far. However, that's a story for another time.
Moving to the center of the forest clearing, Nanashi began prepping for the reason why he ventured out to such unknown parts; disposing of the body was only secondary. Eye watched in rapt attention as a blueish hue covered both of his hands and slowly began taking on a grayish tint. Changing positively charged chakra to negative charged, that's the simple principle behind the Atrophy techniques that Nanashi was known for, albeit not by that particular name. Pestilence's Cloak, the first technique of this kind, was what brought him notoriety during his actions in Kirigakure no Sato, and subsequently led to him gaining the moniker 'Pestilence of Iwa'. And it was the performance of the particular jutsu that cause him to divulge deeper, like his mother, into the untapped parts of his clan, and well the rest is history.
Looking at the grey miasma around each limb, Nanashi began pondering if it was possible to give his body the same effect as the greyish veil, just without it. Could he actually simulate the effects of necrosis in without making it so blatantly oblivious? While there wasn't any problem with how it currently was, people tend to avoid greyish hands, knowing full well of the effects caused by a single touch. Which leads to using it with taijutsu a little bit challenging. So, what if, there was a way to simulate the same effects without the veil? What if, there was a way to create the veil underneath the very first layer skin, giving his touches the ability to cause necrosis? Was it even possible? Such thoughts would have to wait, Nanashi's hands having returned back to normal as he thought he had heard something coming this way.
((OOC: Just a clarification, the first paragraph is nothing but cosmetic, and can be ignored.))
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Amazing isn't it? How a single human being was capable of alluding an aura that affected the environment around them to such a degree that animals fled, and the very atmosphere shifted accordingly. To some, mainly civilians, it's unfathomable for a person to be able to do this. It goes against everything that stated Kamis were the only one who could affect the environment. It literally contradicts every text stating, men shall never inherit power that could potentially rival a Kami, crumpling and throwing it into the waste bin. Some of the deities, those who looked at men as nothing but insects, weren't amused either. No puny human, no matter the chakra birthed to them by their ancestors, should be able to having this type of effect on the environment! Such an intimidating presence should only be reserved for them alone! Not some weak, insignificant human! And yet, there was one who had this presence about them. So sickening. . .
Emerging from the forest garbed in a simple grey kimono with matching pants; a black obi around the waist and steel reinforced geta was the one responsible for the phenomenon; Guanyin Nanashi. Yellow, serpentine shaped eyes were eerily calm as they swept across the surrounding area, making sure no one else was in the vicinity. The area itself was quite spacious, being almost as long as a soccer field with a few four to six-meter trees sporadic spreaded about, though not enough to impede one's movement from one side to another. The ground itself was grassy with leaves, branches, and other little foliage here and there.
Sun rays reflected off dew hanging from some of the greenery, giving an indication of it being relatively early in the morning. And there was a light constant breeze blowing from the East.
Having not sensed anyone in the vicinity, Nanashi threw a glance back in the direction he came, ignoring the colorful language and name calling of the individual who had earned his ire, looking into the forest with complete and utter apathy, before turning his attention back to something else. If one would come into the clearing the same way he did, they would approach a grisly sight. Tied around a large tree with ninja wire was a rather chubby, pompous looking, man with brown hair, his limbs were severed, blood pooling on the ground below, flowing out of various blacken wounds, as something akin to necrosis slowly ate away at his life. An almost torturous death slowly coming to an end, the voice waning and then silence.
"A fitting end for a middleman. . .", Nanashi mused to himself, thinking, only for a moment, about the now deceased man who hired a wannabe assassin to take out the silver-haired Sannin during an errand that he was doing for his mother. If it wasn't for the assassin's loose lips, Nanashi would have never known who hired the hit out on his life; the second one so far. However, that's a story for another time.
Moving to the center of the forest clearing, Nanashi began prepping for the reason why he ventured out to such unknown parts; disposing of the body was only secondary. Eye watched in rapt attention as a blueish hue covered both of his hands and slowly began taking on a grayish tint. Changing positively charged chakra to negative charged, that's the simple principle behind the Atrophy techniques that Nanashi was known for, albeit not by that particular name. Pestilence's Cloak, the first technique of this kind, was what brought him notoriety during his actions in Kirigakure no Sato, and subsequently led to him gaining the moniker 'Pestilence of Iwa'. And it was the performance of the particular jutsu that cause him to divulge deeper, like his mother, into the untapped parts of his clan, and well the rest is history.
Looking at the grey miasma around each limb, Nanashi began pondering if it was possible to give his body the same effect as the greyish veil, just without it. Could he actually simulate the effects of necrosis in without making it so blatantly oblivious? While there wasn't any problem with how it currently was, people tend to avoid greyish hands, knowing full well of the effects caused by a single touch. Which leads to using it with taijutsu a little bit challenging. So, what if, there was a way to simulate the same effects without the veil? What if, there was a way to create the veil underneath the very first layer skin, giving his touches the ability to cause necrosis? Was it even possible? Such thoughts would have to wait, Nanashi's hands having returned back to normal as he thought he had heard something coming this way.
((OOC: Just a clarification, the first paragraph is nothing but cosmetic, and can be ignored.))
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