1 Evolution[private/training] Thu Apr 23, 2015 3:41 pm
Tsuneo
D-rank
The boy was then placed in a white room after his body had healed completely, the toilet was white, everything was white, he was fed, white rice on a white dish, water was served in white glasses, he had to eat with his hand, he was left there for days, everything was white, his clothes, white, the room white, his food white, he was not allowed to make a sound, ten seals on his body, all were white, and all made him nothing but a weakling, he weak beyond weakness, incapable of movement beside eating, he was capable of doing nothing else, he was placed there for days, and days. Not a single scratch was left on him, but it was all mental, the scars, hallucinations tortured the boy, he wanted anything to happen anything to make him feel alive, he felt as if his senses were no longer there, no sound, no touch, no movement, only mental torture gripped the boy, and it was so severe, he felt as if he is being choked, or buried, as if he was dead, the mental torture went on, he struggled, but thanks to the horrid things he had seen he was capable of staying calm until he was completely broken, seeing his loved ones dead, his loved ones haunting him, it was no genjutsu, it was merely White Torture.
His screams and cries were heard and everything was filmed, for a reason, what was that reason?
After days and days of the torture he was let out, out of that horrid room, out of his white nightmare. He was then taken to a table where he was tied with spiked tree roots, not only that, but a piece of cloth was placed on his face as water was poured on it, not seeing anything, not breathing, and they continued, they poured more and more water over his head, and it seemed to him like he was drowning, the psychological pain was insane, he was going insane. He screamed and screamed again, as water drowned him over short periods of thirty to forty five seconds, he was dying inside. He then was moved away, to another torture room
Injected with a syringe that regenerated any wounds almost instantly, torn limbs pop back up, bruises and cuts fade away, they cut him all up, "tore" out his limbs fingers and fingernails.
He was tortured, over and over and over.
“Please… Kill…. Me, please….”
He begged, the pain was excruciating he lost all hope, he remembered his loved ones, people he cares about, and people he wants to be with, his master shinobu, his good friend Ayakashi, his elder brother, the Tsuchikage, Matsu, saiyuki, rinshi, owydelu, and the many friends he met.
“Pathetic, you look…. Hehe, Pathetic, I can't believe you were such a weakling”
was what a mocking voice muttered in the head of the young, tortured boy , he was angered by the weakness he realized he had, he had been beaten again, he was tortured by trashy criminals that served the trashy daimyo and seven bells. It was terrible the realization never knew he was such a weakling, but in those moments of weakness he focused on everything around him, trying to distract himself from the excruciating pain, he wanted to forget these horrid experiences , he wanted to be just another citizen, not even a shinobi, he was about to regret…. Becoming a shinobi. He was in pain, nothing more can be said, this pain caused upon him was due to merely one thing, his inadequacy, he cried, screamed, and begged to be killed, he knew he would find much comfort in dying, much more comfort, he was weak this was proven to him just now, he was breaking, he could no longer endure this unending torture.
He was angered by his weakness, afraid of the pain to come, and troubled by the life he leads, hoping for a painless ending. He was left there in that same room, tortured through new methods, limbs pulled off, cut off, then brought back again through the strange syringe. Psychological torture, burned alive and saved before death healed and the cycle of never ending torture continued, until he finally was brought to stand before the final event, his death, in his eyes a cold bloody glare, the glare of the dead, with his cold pale skin, he didn't even flinch before the knife his head would be cut with, or so they told him it would, he still remained calmly silent, and as they placed the dull knife on the nape of his neck for an extra dose of pain, he closed his eyes. So they made sure the knife was dull to cause more pain to the poor boy as they cut his head off, those clever bastards..
Was his sad life ending, will he finally have some peace, even though he's dead, even though he no longer can protect anyone, even though he will be defeated, and by some hooligans working under the despised Bells. Will he really die like this, rejected, and infected, broken and paralyzed?
No.
He won't, it is completely unacceptable, his death…. His end, has been denied, and by non-other than himself, he will survive, he will destroy, he will live, he will wreck the world, tear it apart, rip it apart, demolish and triumph, as the leader issued the order to commence the execution, and with that order a burst of steam surged through the air from Tsuneo's body as he opened his eyes slightly, letting their red glow inject terror in the hearts of these scum.
His red eyes appeared, glowing, through a mist of steam, what was that steam? The result of breaking the seals placed on him, he destroyed them and triumphed, it is time he starts terrorizing the sad bunch. An aura of terror spread in the entire room.
And as he cracked his finger he moved swiftly within the mist of steam as he rampaged in the room of his nightmares, he leaned in on one of his victims for what seemed to be a kiss only to bite off the cheek of his victim swallowing it, wanting to feel alive, and with his right hand bursting through the mist of steam he penetrated his victims neck using his fingers ripping out his throat and feeding on it, a smirk tore through his face “More…” is all he said as his aura grew darker, he then ran towards the rest of his victims, or….Meals. He tore through the room that was now a massacre house, sprinting towards his next target, devouring and demolishing each and every single one of them, not showing the slightest mercy. A twelve story building, that's where he was, and of course it is full of torture facilities but more than that it was filled with trash, but today it will end up as nothing but a slaughter house, a feeding ground for a sadistic cannibal. He abandoned humanity, embraced the dead, and surrendered to his new darkness.
A blood bath each floor was made, and by non-other than the demon whose name was once Tsuneo, he descended from the top to each floor as he destroyed all that stood in his way, and all that didn't. He freed other victims of Bells' lackeys, even though they were terrified of his monstrosity. To face this world, one needs to become a monster, for it is, monstrous.
He heard them talk, and wished it was all lies, but they spoke about sending his videos to the Mizukage, he was worried, her anger is not to be trifled with he must meet her, but first he had to visit Kusagakure, the village where these bastards intend to wreak havoc.
He then became, the centipede of death, cracking his fingers with his thumb, he walked out of the building that nothing more than a blood bath now. He couldn't cage the beast, the beast raised by the filth of this world, He was angered, disgusted at what had become of him, but still slightly happy, he was now a full-fledged demon, he spat of the blood of his victims as he coldly walked towards his destination.
His return. . .
He returned to where he once stood; Kirigakure, the village under the rule of the Mizukage, aiming to protect her from the harm to come, although he just returned, he had to make sure she is safe.
On his way he encountered a group of bandits, they looked quite skilled, they surrounded him behind trees in an open field as he felt their gazes eat away at his skin, his cold eyes wandered from tree to tree, counting them, detecting their single breath, and in a cold burdened voice he spoke “The cycle begins now, who will be the predator and which of us is the prey” and with an explosion of wind resulting from the extreme speed of the bandits, and the young man.
“Get wrecked”
He spoke as he dashed to each and every one of the pathetic bunch as he struck them down one by one mercilessly, an open field would witness a carnage finely crafted by the hands of young man as he wrecked the existence of all that stood in his way not a single one remained in front of, and when he walked to the last one that managed to stay alive, with fear gripping the bandits heart they trembled, and as he unveiled her face hid under her hood, her face was quite beautiful, her eyes while fearful were truly pretty, she crawled away from his touch with her eyes glued on him, he looked down at her as he dashed towards her with incredible speed using his new technique silently with nothing close to the faintest of sounds echoed from his body, as a black and red massive ball with incredible force in the hand of the young man, it was the legendary Rasengan, a technique used by the Young Uzumaki that saved the world years ago.
He smiled at the appearance of a blue color dress hiding and acquaintance he had trained with before. She walked towards him as she patted his head and embraced him, sad for what had happened to him, and so with an ancient technique she created a blue door, as she invited him to the dimension of mind and matter, and so she invited him to the velvet room once again, and he obliged.
It was the time to surpass time, and evolve. The world of velvet was different world, it was world only accessible by those that can execute the key technique perfectly, aside from that, in this world time goes faster, one can easily age up to ten years, with nothing but ten seconds passing the mean time in the normal world, it was a world created by a technique and entered by a technique. The young lad looked at the long nosed man as he smiled, prepared for the trials to come.
“You've gone through a lot of trials, hardships, and so forth, you've lost a lot again, was tortured, mentally and physically, but you grew stronger, you gained friends, and fought for them, but at the end of the day a question remains; are you strong enough? An easy question that has a simple easy answer, yes you are strong, but you are NOT the strongest, you could be defeated, and there are many people eager for a chance to eliminate you, or hurt you. They are waiting to steal another one of your loved ones…Margaret, Elizabeth, Theodore, destroy him… ”
Or so spoke the man as he unleashed the orders to destroy the young visitor, and so the three attacked him, and so he moved swiftly dodging a drop kick from Margaret, but she soon reacted to him falling back by raising her other leg and aiming a spinning kick towards Tsuneo's shoulder, but Tsuneo luckily managed to get a grip of her and spin throw her at Elizabeth, he sister, but Theodore was merciless, he struck both his shoulder with side chops, powerful damaging strike that threw Tsuneo off his balance, but as he jumped backwards Tsuneo aimed to strike his chin with his foot, a move the Mizukage used with him, and did it succeed? No, but it threw Theodore off, Tsuneo used this moment as he dashed towards Theodore landing a powerful punch in Theodore's abdomen, causing him to cough blood, but the two sisters did not stop, Margaret kicked Tsuneo in his right side right away but by the time she had done so, her other sister Elizabeth, swept him of his feet with a mighty sweep, Tsuneo's stance was quite solid, but the force she invested in her sweep, removed him off the ground and had him airborne until he took Margaret's kick to his side which sent him flying to the end of the room slamming the wall behind him with his back. The fight did not stop, Tsuneo quickly rose to his feet again arming himself in a stance against the three attackers, but it was time to get serious, a lightning spear pierced his biceps, but that did not stop him, not even a little, before the piercing wound became a hole he drew himself away from the spear, and ducked as a kick aimed at his face dashed through the air for its target had disappeared, but Theodore still attacked, reacting fast once again, as he casted a technique that created a pillar under Tsuneo launching him upwards while Theodore's kick dashed downwards, Tsuneo quickly rotated to the left side dodging this whole attempt as he unleashed a lightning shell, that barely did any damage but still struck them off guard, Elizabeth appeared late as usual and spat a blast of raging fires towards the young lad, but he reacted faster than what she anticipated and let his right hand do the job as raging fires disappeared into his palm leaving nothing but a thin trail of smoke emerging from the palm of his hand. His eyes calmly observed their movement, and it was far from over, this fight was. They dashed towards again, but each one of them had Tsuneo locked in their vision, and each one of them released a blast, each blast dashed towards Tsuneo with .
A flash struck Tsuneo, as his friend appeared in a world of shining lights, but his friend, a victim of Tsuneo himself, was smiling ever so warmly, his friend would walk forward and pat Tsuneo's shoulder as he passed him.
Snapping back to reality Tsuneo drifted against the dirt with his feet as he turned to face the blast, sealing all three of them into his hand, absorbing all three of them in a flash, again nothing but a trail of smoke was left, his cold gaze stunned them as he dashed, it was his turn. Attacking the first victim, which was Theodore, handpicked by Tsuneo, for having the most effective strategies and the strongest amount of brute force, he directed a punch towards his face, but Theodore reacted faster than one would expect. Aiming to grab Tsuneo's hand Theodore was caught off guard by Tsuneo's strategy as he opened his palm and pierced Theodore's hand with a concentrated spear of lightning.
Why did he appear, his dead friend? Tsuneo killed him a long time ago, the world separated them, and they were put one on one in a death match, the arena was the battlefield, Tsuneo triumphed, and his friend was nothing more than a motionless corpse, Tsuneo regretted many he did, and many things he didn't, he regrets killing him, even now, Tsuneo was just an insane killing machine to the eyes of many, he has killed many, and now he was known as the centipede, rumors of the centipede that kills criminals, and rotten people spread wide and far.
But what was not known about the centipede is what he thinks of himself; weak, he falls a lot in life, and that he disliked, he wanted the power to stand on top of all obstacles, he was sick of his weakness, he wanted to become strong enough to destroy everything that stands in his way, sure his fears were trivial, and almost nonexistent but they still existed, and he wanted to overcome them, he wanted to protect his loved ones, crush his enemies, and to do that he had to train, Tsuneo's life was quite eventful but the thing he did the most in his life was training even more so than killing, he was strong but to a limit, that limit is his biggest enemy and his worst enemy, he wants the true destructive unlimited power, to gain that power, he had to abandon sanity, and the life of comfort, and for the sake of his revenge he fought, killed, suffered, and trained, and suffered more.
Tsuneo snapped back to reality and found himself standing in front of his three opponents, he glared at them with challenging eyes as he moved as fast he could, the wound he inflicted to Theodore with his lightning spear stunned him and Elizabeth who was nearby, and in that second he struck both of them as much as he could but abhorrent as it is, they were both woundless now, Margaret healed them with a clown as she stalled for time, Tsuneo was in a tight spot for the first time in a long time.
Focus-
Tsuneo's eyes sharpened their gaze as he read the simplest twitch his opponents would make, and as he dashed forward towards the one in the middle, Theodore, he jumped as Theodore initiated a counter attack for a frontal attack, not expecting the centipede named Tsuneo to jump, Tsuneo knew the two girls would react, and so he slammed his palms together shocking everyone with a shell of electricity and a dose of surprise right before he jumps, and as he was above Theodore he spun his chakra in the form of a ball, the orb of chakra he held in his hands rotated vigorously raging and aching, begging to strike, and Tsuneo lent it the pleasure by striking Theodore's head with his Rasengan, Theodore was forced into a half bow, and with his head lowered, Tsuneo used the friction between the Rasengan and Theodore who escaped death by a thread to jump back a centimeter on his back but right before his back touches the ground Tsuneo let his hands over his shoulders push him above and forward, between Theodore's legs , until their faces met, Tsuneo pushed himself up with his right hand and struck Theodore's face before jumping away from them but this time he waited for not even a second before running towards Margaret.
And with his eyes locked on her he avoided a punch from Theodore, by tilting to the side, and a kick from Elizabeth as he ducked, still rushing towards Margaret whom released a multitude of bullets formed by the lightning of her chakra, the young man dodged right and left above and below till he was in front of her, he immediately moved his right hand furiously and viciously towards the neck of his frightened victim, Margaret, his hand began gripping the woman's neck as he dominated her by instilling fear in her, he choked her more and more, but his enjoyment was stopped by Theodore and Elizabeth.
They rushed towards him and aimed to cut his arm but Tsuneo defended himself with black cursed chains that stopped the two from movement, or so he thought, it turns out they were mere decoys for the real two, the captured two were mere clones, the real ones however, stopped Tsuneo forcefully by aiming to truly cut his arm off, backing away from the danger that would befell his hands, he watched intently as three black chains remained at his disposal, three chains and three target. Margaret coughed as she struggled to regain her breath, these three proved to be powerful indeed, their attacks are completely synchronized like their movements are, it was as if they think and act exactly the same, as if they know exactly the next move each one of them would make, to Tsuneo they were fun, but they were trouble indeed, and he had to get rid of this trouble, how is what he asked himself, he was stuck with thinking as he realized, this battle was more about strategy and being witty rather than power.
After minutes and minutes, hours and hours of a prolonged fight between the three and the centipede, the centipede was squashed like the bug he is, he smiled as he was half dead with all the wounds on him, he glared at them as he smirked, as if asking them what's next on their schedule for him. Spitting their words in his face they informed him of his next trial, it was a mere survival test, they would dump him in the middle of nowhere in his current state and leave him for one full month, the place where they left him was no safe haven, it was called a suicide ground, no one would easily survive in this, the act of entering this place was called a suicide, all of this intimidating talk, did not scare Tsuneo in the least, did he fear death anymore? No, death is actually a medicine to him, a medicine he would take by himself should no one give it to him, once his objective is complete.
He walked slowly, wounded, tired, dehydrated, hopeless, towards a dark cave where he rested for five days, food and water were of course necessary and so he sought food from the trees and the living animals around the jungle of death, his water supply? Trees, and the sea. He would make a mess of this jungle, creatures that approached him, while they left multiple dents on him, they were eventually slaughtered, one by one, animals, beasts, monsters, anything that came across his way was slaughtered and most eaten in most cases.
“To live is to sin, to eat is to sin, to want is to sin, we're all sinners, but what matters is not the amount of sins committed, but their weight, I can say this clearly; I don't give a damn how heavy my sin is, or how painful my punishment is, until the day I die, I'll wreck this world as I please.”
Saying these words her continued walking in this vast jungle for the fourteenth day, he would devour as he pleased, live as he pleased, get hurt, touch death's hand multiple times, and enjoyed it. He fought the beasts that roamed this island, risked his life for mere fights, all in the hope of improving, hoping to evolve, evolve into someone more and more powerful, he had gotten sick of his weak self, and for the hundredth time, he was simply striving for a greater power, his obsession with revenge soon turned into an obsession for power, he did not care for titles, rewards, or anything of the sort, he only cared for power, his revenge, his friends, himself, most of the things around him were reasons for his obsession, his losses, his wins, everything was a reason to strive for more power, when will satisfaction occur? The answer to that question remains unknown, all that is known, until his dying breath, his greed for power will never die out, and no not political power, or things related to the matter, but by power he meant brute fierce power, one that can demolish whatever stands in its way in the blink of an eye, obliterating all that aims to stop him, he would show no mercy for those that try to interrupt, and ruin his happiness, or hurt the people under his wing, he aims to breach the skies and aim for a higher place when it came to power, but perhaps his greed will one day be his end, his undoing. He knew nothing but the present, and right now, he wants to become stronger, to destroy everything and everyone in his way.
Ripping apart the skins of the beasts before him, dodging and countering their smart attacks, for a bunch of beasts they were quite smart and cunning, but Tsuneo was not a mere fighter with no brains, but he was a strategist before he was a fighter, he would anticipate his opponent's movements and await for the perfect moment to strike.
“Pathetic, that's what I am, in the end, no matter how isolated I am, no matter how powerful I am, I seek gentleness, kindness, and love, any type of love, and type of mercy, I am forever prone to that, I am only human, but if there's a way to kill that human within me, I would gladly do it, for my weakness is not only physically and my inadequacy is not restricted to combat, but also mentally, my heart is weak for any type of compassion, I truly despise that fact.”
Having said so the lone spirit glared at his reflection on the water as the sun sunk in the horizon and the wind blew, in this vast jungle he held in his hand what he had found, his favorite; a spider lily, he sniffed the scent surrounding it as he enjoyed its beautiful appearance, walking slightly to the sea from the shore where he sat after gazing at his reflection, he placed it as he left it to float its way to the unknown, he smiled at the moon as he enjoyed a beautiful night under the starry sky, under the inspiring glittering full moon on the shore of gold, as the sound of waves hummed its way to his ears like a sweet melody.
He wanted to enjoy the calmness of the sea, and so he left himself to float on the calm sea, under the shining moon, such a relaxing night, not forgetting the relaxing breeze caressing whatever was exposed to it, he smiles and smiles, this beautiful night was far better than any medic in his opinion, it heals him more than one, the aches of the heart are never healed with any type of medicine, healing technique, or magic. He needed no physical healing or medicines, what he needed was a soothing time for his aching heart, for almost a second, a thought of forgetting war, bloodshed, and all of the fighting, and begin a new life, but that's not his world, he was already a part of the cycle of violence, he could never go back, no matter how much he may want to, from the day he was born, his fate was to remain in the struggle of power, it was his fate to struggle and suffer, but it was up to him, whether to give up, or continue fighting, it was always up to him, and so far, he never thought of giving up, he always pushed ahead, not knowing what awaited him, or what he truly desires of this world, but he knew one thing, that he exists, and he does for a reason, and that reason will be fulfilled no matter what, or so he spoke in his mind.
The eighteenth day
He awoke on the shore as he rushed to a scream he had heard, all to find a woman that appeared similar to his mother being attacked by a ferocious beast, he rushed to the beast, and attacked it with all his might, not showing mercy, he would rip it apart with his hands, bit its skin off with his teeth and glare down at it to death, terrified from the sight the woman who had a striking resemblance to his mother, she was held aghast from the brutality of the boy that bathed in the blood of the creature that attacked her, and before long she rushed to him as she bit a chunk of his leg's flesh, he would push off him and hold her by the shoulders only to see a wrinkled face with black holes for eyes and a blood soaked hole for a mouth, flies raged away from her mouth pushing Tsuneo away at a surprise.
What was this? That was all he could ask himself, and the answer is nowhere to be found, he was sure he was under no illusion crafted by the crafty hands of man and beast, what was this? He would return to his cave wondering about the disturbing scene that had unfolded before him, it was disturbing, truly disturbing, he liked nothing about it and tried to solve it, but before he thinking for a minute he found himself sinking in a sea of corpses, arms pulled him to the unknown below, and he himself felt powerless, he was bewildered by the scenes unfolding before him, panicking calmly he struggled to escape but before long the scene faded into nothingness before long. He was back at his cave, his hands on his head, his eyes wide open, shocked and bewildered by what's happening, and that's when he remembered, illusions are a tricky spider web indeed but hallucinations were also a dirty card up the jungle's sleeve it seems, perhaps he ate something, or enjoyed the scent of something, whatever it was, it was messing with his head, the abhorrent scenes were, he had to carry himself somewhere he wouldn't be discovered by the beasts, in this state, a fight with those overpowered beings is the essence of stupidity.
He then found himself puking blood, like a waterfall he puked blood till he drowned in it, his limbs detached from his body as if melting his stomach was ripped open as he sunk in the blood he puked, he would continue puking blood, his ripped open stomach would let his insides dangle out of him, his four limbs melted as he heard screams of madness, his teeth would fall as his hair fell, his eyes would burn him like no tomorrow his heart would fall through his chest beating in the ocean of blood he puked, shocked aghast by the insanity he screamed aghast by this scenery unfolding around him, only to find himself unharmed and untouched, he was just sitting there at the very end of the cottage, nothing had happened, he checked his body, and he was anything but harmed, he realized then, it was all a hallucination.
His weary eyes darted calmly all over the place, to calm his sick mind, and the suffering continued; even more horrid scenes tortured him alive, he smiled as he sunk in another world of gore, the suffering continued. Days went past, the boy couldn't eat, and breathing was a task itself. The boy hummed a tone to calm his weary mind, and at the end of the third day, he was dehydrated, hungry, sad, and most of all he was no longer fazed by anything, he was a walking tragedy. He walked to the sea, left himself to sink beside the shore, drinking all that he could, and before long he got up as water was splashed from his sudden stand.
He slept peacefully for a whole day, and awoke the next , restarted his training.
The twenty-eighth day.
His power improved quite drastically, he is now much stronger, much calmer, much more disciplined, he calmly takes on his enemies, calmly dispatches them, and calmly returns to his new house, a cottage he had built instead of the cave he's been living in. Scares covered the boy's body, a calm wind blew caressing those scars. He accepted himself, his past, and his future, his acts, his sins, his crimes, and most of all, his present. He was no one different, but he was without a doubt better, his parents' death, his master's disappearance, his friends' deaths and disappearances, he accepted them all, kindly, with a smile, accepting each tragedy he lived through, accepting war, accepting the world and his fate whatever it may be, he embraced all that he had and all that he lost, all truths and all lies, he accepted who he is.
The world is not ugly or beautiful it is what it is, I…. Don't know what's to come, nor do I know what is it that I strive for, but I know one thing, there are people that count on me, people that gave their lives up for me, I would like to avoid betraying their trusts and sacrifices.
A monster appeared before him, it was raging and aching for destruction, Tsuneo welcomed it with open arms: “You want war? I'll give you war” were his few words that he spat in the face of a raging humongous beast standing on thirty meters, Tsuneo was not about to let the beast have its way with him, and so two monsters prepared for war.
Flaming eyes, raging auras, thirst for victory, were all things these two monsters held in common, they were both raging beasts, one was in human form, and the other was in its original form, their energies surged all over the place for a second as they both stared down the other, aiming to demolish the other, as they started staring down at each other, they rushed towards one another as they were mere meters away from one another, the beast threw a raging punch towards Tsuneo aiming to crush him, Tsuneo responded by jumping and running on its arm in incredible speed, and right before Tsuneo reaches the monster's head, Tsuneo was interrupted by the monster's left hand as it aimed another punch towards the lad, but in that second the fist thrown by the left arm struck a nearby tree creating a faint small smokescreen, but by the time it dissolved the young lad was gone, nowhere to be found, he had disappeared like a shadow, and from the shadows he arose, surprising the big fool and destroying one of its eyes before standing in front of it again, while he was merely in the size of an insect compared to the big thirty meters tall monster, still he looked down at it, he was not about to be defeated by this big weakling.
The beast raged and with its rage it threw its punches rapidly and ever so angrily, but Tsuneo ignored that rage as a mere breeze, Tsuneo pierced thousands of blades of fear from his mere glare, he disappeared with the speed of his own towards the destructive beast and reappeared in its face, smirking Tsuneo rushed away and on top of its hand he stood, with his hand covering his mouth he leant his upper body backwards as he stood on it, breathing in the enormous amount of flames before unleashing it to destroy his whole hand, and his whole hand he destroyed, nothing but ashes were left, the beast panicked from the enormous amount of pain Tsuneo had just inflicted, but still there was more to that attack than just blowing an arm to ashes, he used the blast of flames to incinerate the monster's arm and to blow himself away till he was in front of its face once again, and as soon as he was, he slowly rotated his body and in that same movement his he aimed with his open palm as he stretched his arm to face the remaining eye, and surged his chakra into his open palm creating a devastating spear of lightning that not only paralyzed the big weakling but removed his remaining eye for good, now the monster was both blind and one handed, and Tsuneo stood as he stood before the fight, unscathed.
The monster's screams raged throughout the island, and the young lad cared not, for he was now a nightmare for the monsters, and giants living on this island, The lad walked slowly until he was a meter away from the raging blind beast, his right hand would glow in darkness as something similar to black smoke circle around it, Tsuneo clenched his fist only for a cursed black chain to appear from nothingness swinging his arm towards the beast's head he opened his palm as it faced the monster's head, letting a cursed chain rage towards its head, and before long the cursed chain merely pierced into its unsightly head, and as it ran deep inside the black chain was let go by Tsuneo, and before even a second passes, thousands of chains erupted from with that chain, the chains would rage all over its head a ripping it to smithereens, nothing was left of its head the terrifying chains raged all over the place in its place as they radiated the essence of darkness throughout the island, he bathed in the beast's blood before letting go, it was far too easy, for the evolved Tsuneo, the lad would wash his body up, thinking back that was no fight, but if anything, that was a one sided mayhem, with that being said, the lad left to search for more beasts to crush, perhaps one might be worth it.