A mist surrounded the small island owned by the Osada clan. Hanging heavy in the air like breathing in thin amounts of cold water and leaving only the shore and bits of stone left from what was once a bridge visible across the expanse of water. The water itself darkened by the shade of the mist blocking out the light of the sun. A blessing as it hid the horrors beneath the surface. No sane man would choose these waters for a swim and no child would be so oblivious to what fear was that they would chance it either. All that lived could feel the island was not the most pleasant of places as only the dead thrived there. Or perhaps that was how it had been before recently. Now repairs had been made and many had spread the word of the young lord and his butler living there. The horrors they had seen there casting fear to many but drawing the attention of others that knew more of that specific island. The island housing the Osada manor. Built by the late Mizukage Osada Sero. They had heard a varied description of the young lord there...ranging from having horns and breathing fire, to a simple ghost of a young man that blended into the mist with grey hair and even more dull eyes. That particular description had drawn the attention of a specific group. The Andeddo.

The Andeddo was a simple group, almost religious in nature. They believed if a person had died that was powerful enough and loved enough. That by reuniting the body and the spirit they could become the undead and rise again. A servant of the people. Or in some cases a servant to the Andeddo. Their goal was the previous Mizukage and until now they hadn't found a source of his body strong enough or the weapon rumored to be imbued with his spirit. However they had discovered some years ago a woman had abandoned a son of his which they believed to have died as it had been left on its own. She had described it born a creature of the night, born of the darkest sins of the father and a soul raised from hell itself. However having listened to the description of the boy and how he moved, how he looked and how he felt the organization had decided they needed to investigate. They needed to go to this island and find out for themselves if the first of two keys could finally be claimed.

Now two men with thick beards and long robes rode across the water channel separating the island via the ferry on a chain that seemed to pull itself as they boarded it. The robes were a dark color with extremely wide sleeves and fur shoulders. Their hands and arms were covered in long gloves with prayer beads wrapped around each arm and adorning their upper face was a bone mask with four long horns leaning back. As they stepped off the ferry they glanced to the tree's and noted the spiders there. With a shift of their beads they sent out a small pulse of energy as black as night that sent the fiends scattering before continuing down the road at a casual pace. Walking side by side towards the manor without a word between them. Eyes straight ahead as they set themselves for what was to come. Approaching the courtyard quietly and calmly they would move like wraiths passed the construction materials to the front door. They were at least direct. Still they would wait by the door and cast out their senses. Trying to feel the manor and what was within. Coming across a strange energy that kept them from seeing very far as Sero took notice of this.

Sero had been sitting in the grand hall in his seat....at the end of it atop a set of stairs in the center. The seat for the master of the house. He had been practicing his studies of sealing so there was a stack of books to either side of him. He himself was wearing a set of black velvet robes with a crimson trim and padded shoes that matched the coloring. He had allowed Yasuo some liberties so long as there was no bright colors forced upon him. Still his dead grey eyes would snap rather suddenly up from the page he was working at studying towards the front of the manor. He had felt a flux of chakra from there and could feel it was searching his home. Idly he flexed his own chakra in that direction with pinpoint accuracy to create a barrier as he spoke up to Yasuo.

"It appears we have some very curious guests. Do show them in please." Sero was never one for enjoying others curiosity. Letting them in was likely going to lead to questioning.

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'Specimen 368B is a failure. Brain activity ceased to function due to exposure to solution 91V' Yasuo sighed as they gathered up their failed experiment and set up to clean after the recording the recent loss in their log journal using their own personalized code. Once again for the 10th time this week the experiment failed and they could feel themselves become exasperated. For the past few weeks, Yasuo has been testing out various experiments in an empty room in the manor that they have converted into a laboratory of sorts. The purpose of the experiments varied but they improved Yasuo's discoveries on various species about special features of them and the exposure to chakra. As of right now, they were using recently acquired brains to conduct experiments to trigger various nerves in order to stimulate the organ and produce a certain output.

However they have not had much success in the past week which left them a little irritable. If only they had fresher organs to experiment on they would have more success. Perhaps they should see if Sero would allow them to capture a hostile trespasser instead of killing them to do as they wished. It shouldn't really be a problem shouldn't it? Their master did remark that bad people deserved bad things and if they couldn't do any harm...and be put to good use...what is the harm in violating a few humanitarian laws. What did those laws accomplish anyway these days if they were less laws and more like a senseless group trying to force their beliefs on others.

Once they have finished disposing of the failed experiment so it could not lead to a bacterial outbreak, Yasuo cleaned themselves off in a shower with a sanitary solution and changed into a different pair of clothes. They walked around the house in an oversize sweater and shorts with matching thigh high stockings and slip on shoes; all in black feeling nice and cozy as the weather lately had grown colder seeing as the autumn season was coming about. A smile spread across their face seeing the change in season. They rather enjoyed autumn for it was the closest time to the cycle of life and death. The earth harden and the sky grew dark but there were still wisps of light shining through that proved not only despair would remain. 'Hm...maybe I should see if there are any autumn dishes Sero-sama would like to have for dinner tomorrow'

Looking at the clock they figured it would be time to cook their meal soon so perhaps Sero would like a light snack as they waited for Yasuo to finish cooking. As they were on their way to the great hall where the dread lord was studying, they feel something shiver down their spine like a violation. As monstrous Sero and Mama could be they knew it weren't from them. They wanted to investigate the cause but...I should check on Sero-sama first. So with that thought in mind, the kurohebi hastened their pace a bit towards where their master would be who of course was expecting them. Sero looked up addressing Yasuo, telling them to greet their guest. Already planning on it went unsaid. Instead Yasuo nodded, giving confirmation and head to the door to greet their guests. Looking through the eye hole in the door, Yasuo saw two bed with rather long beards and intricate robes. Yasuo could not help but feel these men would cause some trouble, but they had to greet them in. In anything they could slip something in their tea....

Opening the door Yasuo bowed their head and smiled politely at the aged men "Welcome to Osada Manor gentlemen. May I know the reason for your visit?" Depending on how they'd react, Yasuo could let them in and guide them into the great hall...if not...they always carried a few sebon with them...

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The two men hesitated as suddenly the only thing they could sense was a monstrous aura. As if the entire manor was filled with some enraged beast of primordial evil that was now aware of the two foolish mortals that had dared to reach out and search for it. Their outstretched hands flinched back as if burned and they looked to each other as they dropped their sensory. Perhaps it was fear that they shared in that moment but they simply returned to looking about themselves at the manor and holding off using any more sensory less they find what brought forth that aura. They did not come here to die but instead to attempt to collect a willing participant. Besides the fact that they needed sacrifices often they found friends and family were willing to trade their own mortality for the chance of bringing back a loved one. Or so they claimed at memorials. Surely if the child of the late Mizukage resided within these newly remade walls he would be willing. If not entirely a childs mother could be very convincing. Still they were not sure they would find anything alive within. No human could put off such an aura.

It wasn't until the door opened that they both took one step back simultaneously and bowed. Their horns almost rising like shields over their heads as they could feel this one as well. Though not to the extent of the last one. They understood them to be dangerous but currently were not worried of it as they found themselves to be as capable as any genin. Having accessed their chakra systems through rituals anyway. They had little to no idea the kind of world they had entered when they came to this island. As they raised their heads two sets of eyes studied Yasuo as one spoke in a long drawn out way and the other remained silent while looking around. Always studying the surroundings. If this was the late Mizukage's manor what secrets did it hold? Still the one speaking had a deep baritone voice as he smiled and replied. "We have come to make an inquiry of the lord of the manor. We are travelers from deep within Mizu no kuni and a place outside of the village hidden in the mist. Word of the restoration of this home has finally reached us and due to the history here, we have grown ever more curious. May we?"

If Yasuo were to lead them in they would not shed their masks as they entered but their eyes would keep looking about as if expecting to see a three headed hound waiting to snap them in half. However as Yasuo led them they stepped in tandem and always at the same length so they moved at the same speed in the same way at the same time. Still as they entered the great hall they would wait until Yasuo would move within in order to follow. Once in they lost track of him as they gazed at Sero himself. Even from across the great hall they could feel that presence was his. The dread lord was residing in the manor but something else caught their eyes. They seemed to almost buzz with excitement as they moved towards a comfortable speaking distance. Always moving at exactly the same time in exactly the same way like a mirror image. The one who had spoken before seemed to whisper to himself while the other remained silent as always. Yasuo might come to notice the other only truly moved when the speaker did and somehow did not have a shadow. "Remarkable. He holds the traits of both the father and the mother...could the son have lived after all?".

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When the pair finally decided to raise their heads and meets Yasuo's eyes they knew immediately that the unnerving feeling came from these two who definelty did not look like locals. The manor of dress was distinct, a kind more suited to a colder mountainous region of frost and has a pattern they have not seen before. The man could've been mistaken for wise elders or monks but these men did not share the same gait, the same essence you'd feel from holy men. As they eyes met, Yasuo was careful not to look perturbed by their arrival maintaining perfect elegance as they smiled politely and eyes shrunken, lidded, as if to give off a warm budding feeling that hid the narrowing of their sight, watching for any unsightliness. One of the men gave an answer in a deep baritone voice whilst the other remained as the silent one of the duo, watching and looking around. "Ah how profound for the two of you to join us then. I'm quite sure my master would be delighted to make your acquaintance. We do not have the pleasure of having many guests, of that you must be sure. Especially not those who traveled so far to greet us. Please, do come in. May I take your cloaks and hang them?"

The men declined and would not shed their mask making Yasuo hid a chuckle. Once the door shut behind them, a sudden frosty wind blew inside the almost vacant manor. But the men were not of the naive sort. Although they could not see them, millions of tiny little eyes were watching them, their every move as if prepared should they do wrong. And from how the men watched Yasuo's every move, and inspected every small detail with a scrutinizing eye, they surely expected something to jump out and bite them. Truly the manor's reputation proceeds them. And it's history were not to be taken lightly either. No this house has old bones, sturdy but old and has seen the birth and ends of eras of times long since forgotten. It's current lord being the most frightful yet but also a familiarity...perhaps the previous owner never left....well...one could only wonder.

Finally Yasuo and company reached the Great Hall and parted. Yasuo wished to get the tea but decided to stand back and wait should their master ask anything of them. But what was most peculiar of this meeting was the manner in which these men performed. They seemed giddy, as if excited to make the master's acquaintance but did not move slower nor faster. And now that Yasuo were not in front of them but rather watching, they noticed the men moved...odd. As is mirror's of each other, same pace, same foot, same hunch. And the silent one moved listely until its counterpart spoke and...lacked a shadow. Yasuo took a sudden breath as their eyes narrowed on the men. Something inside the kurohebi wondered if he were of a particular brand, a yuurei. Yasuo known enough Yuurei in their lifetime to know to never trust one, much less feel comfortable in their presence. Yasuo could only hope they were wrong. But the anxiety never left them and they watched with wrap attention as the ice was finally broken...and they had not expected such words to be uttered and surely not their master. This...would not be a pleasant meeting.

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Sero would watch and listen as they entered. Dull grey orbs scanning them as his eyes searched up and down for any clue as to whom they might be and what kind of a threat assessment they might have. They had some impressive sensory but it was nothing he couldn't negate or feel. As if they had not learned to conceal their prodding nature just yet but were well on their way. One spoke of him resembling both his parents and his clawed fingers began to tap on the arm of the chair. How odd a thing it was for Sero to show such a physical reaction to anything but both his mother and father were sore subjects. His father dying a martyr for the village as they called it but to him, just someone who couldn't back up their boasts. However his mother was a grievous sin in his mind. His first sense of betrayal had come from her when as an infant she left him on the floor of the manor for dead. He never knew any reason nor what had become of her but he hunted her still. If they knew what she appeared to look like....He might pry that from their jaws later.

Still he would wait until they approached. The one with no shadow still seeming uneasy in front of Sero while the other smiled confidently. Having seemingly forgotten the butler behind them. Anyone who could approach Sero with a smile he knew to have some taint to their soul. No man with an innocent heart could stand being so close under normal circumstances. He knew immediately not to trust them and still he waited. They stopped at the bottom of the stairs and bowed. The smiling one with flourish and the other with a simple shift of his head. He would raise a grey eyebrow but give no nod in return. He was growing impatient and with that the temperature in the room would grow. Finally the smiling one would rise and look up to him without faltering. Speaking without any discomfort.

"Lord of the manor, I assume you are the young bastard son of Osada Sero the late Mizukage and Niidashi Kei. We have searched for some time for you. We have come to grant you a great honor and a chance to restore your family to it's former glory. With your sacrifice we can bring back a great hero. It would please your mother greatly if you came with us willingly. We do not wish to have to harm you before it is time."

He would pause as if his words made complete sense. Still at the mention of his mothers name his fingers had stopped tapping and his gaze turned dark around the eyes ever so gradually. At the mention of sacrifice his eyes seemed to have almost sunken in as his chair began to peel away under his hand. At the mention of his mother being pleased at the idea of him coming to her peacefully every torch in the room began to light as if bidden to create fire just from a thought. He wanted to burn them. Singe the flesh and scar the bone. Peel them apart and listen to the screams like music. As if sensing the hostility both of them reached up there sleeves and slowly pulled out Kunai. The smiling one still smiling but a bead of sweat rolled down his chin now. It was difficult for him to understand how someone would not willingly take part in a ritual to bring back a hero...just at the cost of their own life. Still Sero would rise from his seat and begin to slowly walk down the steps. No concern given for the drawn blades. His voice like ice creeping along the glass.

"You made several mistakes masked ones...To speak of two, you came here with such flimsy excuses for weapons to attempt to bring me down. The second mistake you made....it is rude to forget the butler behind you."

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Ah, his temper is growing. Yasuo drawled in their minds as the temperature in the room grew noticeably warmer, as if the room was soon to be engulfed in hell's fire. The stigma of death permeated the air, smothering all who were weak to his flame. His life was always that of the predator, a hunter, a reaper, who knew not of remorse, kindness, nor mercy. Yet it was difficult to irk him if you played your cards right and kept your head down. Your first priority should be to protect yourself and extend your life as long as possible. Only a fool would tempt him by touching the hornet's nest, incurring undeniable pain was on nature performing its ritual rites. But even retards had a sense of self awareness no matter how dull and dim witted they may be. This entire charade actually brought back some old memories. When the kurohebi and osada first met, Yasuo made the mistake of mentioning his father. It was not in a mocking way but praiseworthy, an attempt to butter him up, comparing to a legend and spinning a tale that he will grow higher, stronger, better than his predecessor. Yet it had the opposite affect. A very terrible affect that they had not thought of which could have led to much more dire consequences. Hehe, Yasuo had no plans of dying anytime soon but oh...it was a pleasurable experience.

But they cannot say it will be the same experience for these men. They already committed a few sins. The first being the intruded on the island and dared to desire access to their master. The second sin was when they acted so nonchalantly in his presence, them bowing did not have enough sincerity. The third being they had mentioned the young master's parents. His father being a sore subject as is that not even Yasuo dared to bring up but his mother...Yasuo had not a death wish as to bring that up. Not many knew of what transpired between the two except she had been absent through his life, abandoning him and throwing him to the wolves. If his father who was a savior, hero, and legend was a sore subject for him, they could hardly imagine the thought of his mother.

Well they did not have to wonder no longer for that line had just been crossed. Sero's rhythmic tapping ceased and his eyes grew noticeably dark. Yasuo tensed as they watched their master's dreadful aura peel bit of the chair away. Every torch in the room was light with nigh a whisper. The flames glistened and crackled like a silent symphony in preparation for the ball. The king of the night arose from his throne and stalked down the steps, bringing on the excitement and causing his guests to arise, blades drawn and ready for their waltz. A bit nervous sure but in time they will learn the right steps. In fact the butler would even remove themselves from their wall flower position and guide them, keep them on their toes on their master's command. In a moment, they flew across the floor to the guest's backside, their fingertips glowing with bits of chakra that will guide themselves to the speaking one's joints, intent on disrupting them and causing severe arthritis that will impact them for the rest of this dance. "On my master's command, I shall be your partner for this evening" they said with an empty chilling smile.

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Death's Aura (Passive): Active

Items: 1 Kunai, 6 Sebon

Chakra: 160/180

Jutsu Used:

Sero would watch as it unfolded before him. The glory of battle he loved playing out like a theater in front of him. Slow in his eyes like actors playing at a mock battle. He knew the risks of it all and how easily something simple could turn into an explosion of released energy. He took in a breath. He could smell it. Steel, blood and fear. All of it was so familiar that he missed it when it was gone. The clean up and repairs had taken so much of it away and civilized a bit of the island. Yet even after that it had made its way to him once more. A savage thing waking a monster not yet asleep. Oh how he needed this. They had dared trespass and speak not only of his father but his mother...they dared to mention her name and with it sealing their fate. Only certain people could get away with such insolence and these two were not them. He let out the breath as his knuckles cracked as his hands flexed. It was time to enjoy himself with this escapade. To truly enthrall himself with the flesh of his new found enemies. Oh to draw steel in his hall was to issue a challenge and so he would answer in kind.

His gaze would only flicker to the attack from Yasuo for a moment before locking on to his opponent. As soon as Yasuo attacked the speaker would grit his teeth and jump to the side leaving his cloak as a blanket between them to spread some distance. His joints swelling as he had to hold the kunai in both hands just to keep from dropping it. He was fast enough to be able to keep out of reach but the jutsu was impacting him. He was of little worry and at this rate Yasuo could hold him down and perhaps even capture him. After all Sero wasn't capable of holding back right now. He was excited to deal out some punishment for the sin of pride. Answered in full with wrath. He would let Yasuo close in on his prey while the man continued to slow down. His hands trembling and swollen as he struggled to hold his blade. The other had split off from the attack as well and now stood partway up the steps facing Sero alone. He would remove his cloak as well and reveal ceremonial tattoo's marking him a warrior where the other was obviously a diplomat. He would crack his neck and let out a breath before suddenly stepping forward at about B-0 speed.

The man would slice out in that flash step covering the distance in an instant with a kunai that seemed sharper and better made than your average kunai. His form impressive and suited for battle as his slice was without hesitation and aimed for the muscle above the elbow. However as his slice would follow through it would suddenly meet thin air. His eyes would widen before suddenly a pale hand rested on his wrist. The wrist of the hand holding the kunai and tighten. Before he could pull away of put up a defense there was a loud snap and a cry of pain before he was released. Sero letting go as he tilted his head as if unsure of what he had expected. He would glance at his hand as if studying it as the man jumped back and slowly turn his gaze upon him. Smiling and showing white teeth with almost fang like teeth on either side of his four front teeth on the top. Taking in a breath before speaking and walking towards the man. His voice echoing in the halls as he spoke like he was omnipresent. Cold and yet the heat in the room would only build.

"Is that everything you have to offer? A warrior and a diplomat with neither at acceptable levels to tread here without invitation. Come now. Split the ceiling with your raiton! Cut the room with your fuuton! Bury me with your doton! Do something before I lose patience. Show me the strength you dared to assume you had. Your life depends on your power."

Sero would stop there at the bottom of the steps as if waiting and watching. His opponent retreating with a couple of jumps to the entrance of the hall before stopping. With a grunt he would set his wrist back in place and snarl at Sero. If the man wanted him to use his strongest move he would. And inside? There would be little room to evade it. From twenty meters away he would deeply inhale and focus a large amount of chakra before letting out a mighty roar. From his mouth a fire dragon would burst forth immediatly filling the hall between the pillars halfway to the ceiling and from pillar to pillar on either side. Yasuo and his opponent would be safe passed the pillars in their fight but this dragon was designed to burn away everything in its path. It raced forward towards Sero who watched it without expressing any sort of emotion. How common a technique.

As soon as it was to reach him however, Sero would lift his hand in a lazy flick as suddenly green liquid would materialize like a blade rising forth and slice right down the middle of the dragon letting the flames pass on either side of him and fade away. Slaying the dragon with a single movement. The green liquid sizzling and bubbling away on the stone floor before fading as well. The man would stare in disbelief as Sero would shake his head in irritation and begin walking forward again. Walking casually as the doors leading to freedom would seem to slam shut and lock on their own. The room seeming to dim as black chakra would begin to mold around Sero and fill him before covering him. As it faded he would stand there in all black clothes with a black half mask over his face revealing only his mouth. Two red eyes would stare at the man as he backed up against the door and trembled. Feeling that chakra like never before. Drowning in the misery as he felt it press the air from his lungs and feed on it. A pressure like dragging forth his nightmares and increasing them ten fold. It was not a thing he could run from if the door was open. It was not human. It was a dreadful thing. As Sero spoke this time his words seemed to echo as if other voices joined his and mocked his words. One after another like whispers.

"You thought your Katon would work on an Osada? My own element? You came to my home, and cried Havok. In doing so you let slip the dogs of war upon your own house stranger. However you will not see this. I have been insulted by your pathetic attempt. Allow me now to demonstrate unto you why your Katon cannot overcome the night"

As he finished speaking he stepped once more and seemed to suddenly appear nose to nose with the man. So close the individual could feel the heat of his breath and stared into those eyes. Unable to move and unable to whimper as his lips trembled. Slowly in the center of the forehead of the mask it would gradually open. Revealing a third, blood red eye and as it finished opening, Suddenly a black mist would erupt all around them and drain the light from even the remaining flames. Snuffing them out entirely. For a moment there was nothing but silence within that darkness. But only for a moment. It was quickly replaced with maddened screams of agony. The man within would scream over and over in so much pain he could not control it beyond begging for death in between screams. Out of the darkness rolled nails, teeth, and finally as the screams faded into gurgles a chunk of something flew out and slammed into a pillar. Sticking there as it took a moment to identify the mans ripped off skin. As silence fell blood would flow along the floor out of the black mist before it faded back to the source. Once gone there stood Sero over a skinless and blackened corpse. Idly licking a drop of blood of a dark red finger as he tasted his victory. Before his grey eyes snapped to whatever Yasuo had been doing. Looking to see if the other one could still speak.

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Yasuo grinned as their attack connected, seeing the man freeze in pain as his joints swelled, struggling to maintain posture and had to resort to holding onto his kunai with both hands. He attempted to slow Yasuo down by throwing his cloak to block their vision but Yasuo heard his grit, his sucked in breath of pain and they revealed in it. It is always hard to find new test subjects for their experiments, both in their laboratory or with jutsu, not many have tried to lay seige to the manor as of late so they have been without something to keep them sated, occupied and happy. So they were more than please to have a new toy to play with, especially in their master's presence so they could hope to please him, the Dread Lord. Yasuo wondered who was foolish enough to come to the manor, and speak to their master in such a way. Did they not hear of the stories, of nightmares mothers told their children to keep them in line, of what criminals spoke in hushed whispers in fear of retribution, he is among the deadliest of foes and the most inhuman. He is a god among men, the pinnacle of destroyed youth, death and despair clung to his heels like fevered hell spawns. He was the man Yasuo admired, the one they desired, the one they aspire to use as substance one day.

Yasuo has met many fools since they came to live in the manor but these two certainly take the cake for they signed their death warrant as soon as they spoke of their master's birth parents, the ones who abandoned him upon his birth. It was for this they took even more glee in causing this man pain and suffering, promising to increase it by ten fold haha. Yasuo eyes glimmered in the darkness as they heard their prey cry in suffering, doing their best to keep still and not to cause themselves even more pain. But alas, they shall know it even better than before, and become its undesirable partner. Yasuo snapped their head towards the sound and gathered chakra for a moment in their lungs and expelled it in a howl that launch the compressed air in a form of a wave that is 2m high and 3m wide. If hit directly the victim will be knocked back 5m and dealt major external bruising. The compressed air will launch at 20mp/s.

Yasuo saw themselves successful as their prey was in range and was already suffering in pain, their strength and condition weakened. They felt the wave of futon chakra knock them back into a pillar and cause them even more pain, feeling bruising of various colors dye his skin. Once he connected with the pillar and was down for the count, the kurohebi took out their kunai and closed the distance between the pair, putting the kunai on their throat as their other hand held his shoulder in place and a foot smash into the man's nether region. They grinned gleefully, about to slit his throat until they heart their master's voice boom, resonating in the air before hellish screams ensued. The butler could not help but shiver in excitement, getting high of this pageant and allowed themselves to look away, for a moment to look upon Sero in all his glory. Their prey too frozen in fear to do anything. Their eyes met in fated matrimony and Yasuo was drunk off his beauty. Though they allowed the semblance of their rational mind to press the kunai against the man's neck, letting a droplet of blood  fall and bring him up, lifting him and setting him in front of Sero in offering. Whether he killed him or interrogated him, Yasuo did not care.

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Sero would shift from his stance and let his head roll back. He could smell it. The scent of the burning dead. The deep copper smell of blood on the ground. His robes stained from the massacre. Oh how wonderful the euphoria. He was a slayer. He took down those who challenged him that had no reason to be spared. His rise in position had left him with much to do politically but there was so little time for killing his enemies. For new ones to approach him so brazen.... they must have truly been mad. Still even if they had come to his home with the intention of capturing him they had to know more of his abilities if only by rumor alone. Likely they were based on the outskirts of the country and kept away from civilization. Based on their attire that hardly surprised him. Clean and well groomed. They had resources available to them within this cult. It brought up many questions but this was more than a simple elimination mission. A very important target to him had been revealed as them knowing her. His mother had been brought up by them and so they knew her face. Finally a lead on that woman.

He tilted his head to see Yasuo happily watching him. A barely conscious victim within his grasp. A living one was good. He had gotten a little to passionate with his own opponent. his eyes shifted to the pillar behind them. Cracks in it suggested Yasuo had slammed their opponent very hard against the stone. The remnant of the fire jutsu still flickered on a couple of almost burned up curtains but with the stone structure it wasn't a threat. It was almost finished burning out and with it the light from the chakra attack seemed to dim. The death of its master cutting off its supply and suffocating the flames. However the altercation had seemed to break a great many of the windows in the room. Grey mist seemed to seep in like water as it flooded across the floor. The ceiling darkening as thousands of spiders crawled inside and began to fill the ceiling all watching for this moment. They waited for it all to be over. Waited for it to finish so they could feed. If not on the living one...to consume the corpse on the ground. The one already rid of the skin so it was easy to consume.

The mist would wash up around the feet of Yasuo and the man he was holding and it would feel like ice had touched them. Sero moved with the mist then and seemed to almost glide across the top of it. Reaching out with one pale hand as the other formed hand signs. Dog, Snake, Ox, Bird, Tiger all in rapid succession. As he did so the tips of his fingers would turn black from the last knuckle to the tip of the finger. As he reached them he settled and pressed his fingers to the top of the mans skull. Pressing down as he let out a breath. His own eyes rolling back as the mans did as well. Black veins would begin to press through the mans face and dig into his mind from where Sero held his head. Digging in ever deeper. Far into the past as the man began to scream. The invasion was painful. His mind being dug through viciously and all he could do is scream as his resistance was proving futile. The Anbu technique. Jigyaku no Jutsu. Time reversal technique. He was digging through the mans mind and finding everything. To see Sero do it though was a dark thing. He was ripping into the mans mind. Invading and consuming his every memory. However they had intruded within his home and chosen to act hostile. Just a couple of minutes passed before Sero broke the connection finally with a snap of his hand pulling back. He let out a couple of breaths to regain his bearings before his eyes rolled back down. Dull and grey with specs of black within them.

"I know where I am to go now when we are prepared to handle this threat. Have the spiders take him to your lab and clean up the mess. You may do as you like with the fresh subject. I have plans to make."

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By now, the adrenaline faded and the kurohebi was left to simmer down and process what had just happened. They expected a quite autumn day, cleaning, cooking, and working on little side projects whilst enjoying their master's company. Perhaps some flirting that would undoubtedly go ignored or revisit some old hunting grounds for new prey. What they had not expected were for the manor to be suddenly attacked. Of course, sharing a den with someone an infamous of Sero would naturally attract danger, something that is not new to them. Since they had come to live inside the manor some time ago, they have dealt with thieves, mafia, nukenin, and mercenaries of all sort of strengths and statures who had been disposed of accordingly. They all came with similar ideals and objectives but what truly brought them together were not the man himself but rather his quarter. It was almost like the manor was doomed for disaster, as if it had a magnetic pull towards it. Vicious storms often laid rest to the island and the local residents were not so friendly. The weather was even more unwelcoming. Indeed, had Sero not been who he was, Yasuo would have never bother to stay longer than necessary. Truly they went through a lot for a man who did not care for them but it were to be expected. Yasuo was a mere ant compared to the prowess Sero displayed and did not offer anything Sero wanted that he could not provide for himself. In fact this entire relationship was becoming tiring. As much as Yasuo enjoyed waiting for a forrbiden fruit to ripen to perfection, they themselves were progressing along too slowly for their likely. And felt in the time they spent here, they had grown rather complacent. Perhaps once arrangements were made, that it would do them well to go on a journey and think. It has been some time since they visited the Madame and the girls. The very though of them made Yasuo's heart soar and only for a keen moment was it broken. Yasuo barely registered that their master was done with the interrogation, something Yasuo despised that they missed. It was a good thing they were a skilled medic so they could examine him further later now that Sero bestowed that privilege to them. Although the sight of the Osada out of breath unnerved them, they would not allow it to deter them from trying to help. So with a swap of their hand, the cheeky spiders who had been watching this event transpire crawled out of their hideaways and went to take the body to Yasuo's lab. Meanwhile the kurohebi rushed to Sero's side to examine him "And it shall be done. But what is more important than those men right now is you. What is it that unraveled you to such a degree?"

2958~

Sero would shudder and his teeth would bare as he would stare blankly at a wall. The wall where a faded family portrait had once sat. One with the faces long since torn off and his own rage leaving burned marks around the edges. It was only recently that he had managed to burn the thing away entirely. Only recently he had overcome all the difficulties and trials of his youth sending him to seek vengeance. He had given up interest or so he thought in the sweet idea of hunting the one who abandoned their duty to protect him. The first to leave him to die. The first to betray him. She had been considered MIA in every record of her and even breaking into the Mizukages office had left him with nothing. No leads to go on for hunting that one person. Yet years later. After he had found a method of dealing with those pesky raw emotions and setting them aside she was reappearing. As if sensing he was done with her now she was after his life. Almost like a second betrayal....as if she was back to finish the work she hadn't accomplished by leaving an infant alone on an island. He could have been normal. He could have been able to get passed this aura of his and be human. If she had simply stayed next to her blood...her child.. Sero would of had a childhood.

His fingers clenched and unclenched as his head twitched first to the right and then to the left. She had people...she had a trap all set up for him and she had a way to hold him. That much he had discovered from the technique. Delving through the fear and mindless devotion to the core of the man. Wrenching the truth up from his soul with enough force that he would never be the same even if he survived Yasuo. But the trap, he couldn't reach her without setting it off. The witch had attuned the entire area around her to his chakra. If he so much as approached it would seal away his physical and chakra capabilities. She had spent years working on it and only now was it fully prepared. Only she had believed him to be alive and so she had prepared for his vengeance. He could not walk that path alone. He couldn't defeat something in this world with his own hands...not alone.

His eyes snapped to Yasuo as touching him would be like touching a hot kettle for a moment. He would pull back his chakra quickly but something in his eyes was far from the normal dull look. Something there was savage. It was growing and it was enraged. However that rage was clearly not directed at Yasuo. Instead it was from whatever he had gleamed from the man. Sero would slowly straighten up before letting out a breath and appearing regal again. However his eyes still burned with the need to tear her flesh from her. He would look to the door and gaze upon it as if seeing far into the distance. Looking to where the men came and in the far distant lands where his mother sat waiting. He would need Yasuo for his plans to work...He would need them to be willing to risk everything....he would need to be willing to risk everything on the idea of Yasuo being so loyal. He would turn and head up the hall across the singed carpet again as he spoke over his shoulder. His voice quiet but deadly.

"My mother lives...and now I know where we must hunt. Give me time to plan and you will have a part to play."

Exit thread
4931/9000 Bukijutsu to SS

Yasuo knew that this truly broke something inside their master, something dark and cruel, a feeling of abandonment had been festering inside their heart for some twenty such years bubbling to the brim, writhing resentment. Yasuo was particularly immune to their clan's deadly aura, but they knew a particularly feeling of dread bubbling up in their chest from their master's words. For a brief fleeting moment, they felt their stay with him was inadequate and frankly boring. But that heat, the searing rage he felt made Yasuo's heart skip a beat and flutter, finding the man's beauty enhanced. Truly, anger, rage, pain, suffering, those suited Sero Osada Jr the most out of anything, without them he was a dull lifeless doll, an incomplete masterpiece that was missing that one final stroke to tie everything in together. Perhaps their way of going about this was wrong, patiently waiting beside him, and aiding in his endeavors whilst trying to woo him obviously was not helping them nor the entire conversation. Perhaps it were time for...different tactics. Yasuo still had time to grow and ripen, but Sero was teetering on the edge of frustration, as they continued to grow into a delicious morsel, his flesh appealing and succulent to Yasuo's appraising eyes. They would play along and gently guide Sero into the right spot, playing things from behind, before they betray him they will let that man feel their love, no matter how many heart strings they have to break "Your mother....why this has certainly escalated farther than I anticipated. I do not believe this discovery was particularly riveting for you."They drawled

Looking at the mess the two men cause (Yasuo did not count themselves nor Sero among the perpetrators for obvious reasons), they could see it would not stop here. In fact this was nothing more than an introduction, a warning. Surely if they heard the rumors, they would know that Sero would not be caught like any normal prey so easily, no you would need to send the best of your best in order to capture him. And nobody intended for that to be easy. Picking up the men's remains, Yasuo looked around the hall's pillar lazily, the hollowness of the recent battle did not escape their watch "And this is bound to continue...I have no doubt that once they learn of their companions' status, they will send more after you. These two may have been weak but we cannot discredit their efforts. No doubt this were some of their weaker ones." Plot began forming inside their head of the arrangements that had to be named. Yasuo had faith in Sero's little security system but every system had its flaws and spiders, no matter how intelligent they were, are limited in what they can accomplish successful. For the troublesome times to come, Yasuo needed to extend a hand towards other resources."The next shall be much stronger"

"Whilst you leave for your quarters and plan your ultimate attack, I shall make arrangements. No one is going to harm your estate on my watch. Unless we invite them to dinner haha"

3489~
Trained:
Ninjutsu C-A: 3489/5000

[EXIT]