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1The Siege of Inabayama, Blighted Sands. Empty The Siege of Inabayama, Blighted Sands. Fri Aug 03, 2018 6:34 pm

Takao

Takao


S-rank
𝌊

Each breath that inflated his lungs was heavy and laboured. The longer the battle grew on, the longer his chakra would continue to leak out, both into the scales to continue their protection over his body as well as throughout his body in its entirety to keep the jets of Burning Ambition firing when needed.

“It looks like thirty meters is the limit for that aura.” Takao commented idly, not necessarily to Fuyuko but loud enough for her to hear. His eyes had referenced the various men and women that were stricken with the necrotic wounds and mentally calculated the distance as best he could. He couldn’t quite see the aura himself, so it was the best he had available to him. Blood began to seep from the wound over his eye again, staining the scales red and forcing his left eye closed once more.

Takao’s hand rose and chakra congregated at the center of his palm. It grew in density and mass until it became visible, and continued to grow until it reached the size of a healthy grapefruit. To the unknowing eye, it may have been recognizable as a normal Rasengan, but Takao had altered the composition of the technique drastically. No longer did it merely erupt on impact, for that required too much pinpoint accuracy when thrown. Instead, this technique ensured that the target came to it. As Takao’s arm cocked back, he thrust it forward and threw the sphere at Daremo. The range wasn’t terribly impressive in comparison, however, the partial vacuum effect that it carried with it provided an interesting threat.

The sands whipped up around the Collapsing Star Rasengan as it flew toward Daremo, tearing across the battlefield at forty-five meters per second. The distance between them was traversed in under a second, yet the true danger of the technique laid within the fifteen-meter radius surrounding it, sucking everything in around it at the same speed in which it traveled. His gaze shifted from Daremo to Mizuki, orbiting between the pair in constant motion to see when one would act.

Fight is continuing from this splinter thread.

TOTAL WC
+352
352
Total Inabayama Contribution: 7,928

Total Splinter WC: 352

Chakra: 280/450

Techniques Used:

Raiu Mizuki

Raiu Mizuki

Retired
It was quite a surprise to see Fuyuko, whom she wanted to avoid from being hit in the first place, jumping in front of the laser beams intended for Takao. From their previous spar, Mizuki knew that the then-genin had raiton, ninjutsu and fuinjutsu, but the revelation of a B-rank technique sealing hers betrayed her growth. The question to ask was mostly if the girl was simply holding back in her power, or if her slower movement and reaction speed to intervene had really been the best of her efforts thus far. That was of a lesser matter compared to the turmoil Mizuki currently felt because of that intervention. The man Fuyuko had protected had taken away one of her own. Though she assumed Fuyuko not to be aware of such a thing, protecting the man the Lady of Storms wanted to see kneeling in defeat so he would reveal the location of Myrddin, was pretty much asking to suffer a similar faith. As the saying went, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Standing between her and the target of her wrath was bound to bring repercussions.

But perhaps that would not be needed. Daremo's superior speed was like a blur as he moved under the blackened skies of her own jutsu, the downpour of her rain only adding to the dark omen of necrosis he was. Standing at, what, 32-33m away from her, he unleashed the same sort of taint he had revealed before. Unlike the last time, she couldn't see the chakra itself being manifested but she did see the aftermath of it. And, she knew that if Takao and Fuyuko did nothing to stop it that both would be swallowed up by the vomiting plague moving forward. Her own technique having had a range of 50 meters at most, and the last moment interception of Fuyuko being a fact, it meant that they'd have but a small range left between them and Daremo's aura.

Hand seals would be formed on both sides. Fuyuko forming her own to thrown a raiton technique, backed by a fuuton technique resembling that of a Rasengan. All of them aimed at Daremo. Mizuki herself would form the hand seals for her own techniques, starting by coating herself in a solid protective layer of chakra. Knowing already that Takao had katon at his disposal from a previous fight, his fuuton nor Fuyuko's raiton posing in particular problem against the suiton element, the barrier would take on the suiton element until change was needed. Next, as she moved closer by 15m and making sure not to stand in the necrosis aura thus reducing the range between her and her targets to a 35m, three bunshin clones would appear at her side with a ranton arrow and the same bow Mizuki was bearing. Paired up, the teams would aim at different targets. Two of them would fire off their arrow at Fuyuko, each of them aimed at a lethal point but without meaning to slay them on the spot, two of them would shoot at Takao with the same principle in mind. As the arrows left their bows, the raging storm above them would make its presence known as thunder crackled loudly through the air heralding vengeance, the chakra that saturated it now boosting the impact strength of her Shooting Stars technique.

Though the time frame would leave them sufficient room to react, the Storm Release KKG's power stemmed from its pin-point precision and strong sense of control. Moving would not halt Mizuki's arrows from hitting there where she had aimed, the range being a solid 80m. They would be forced to bring up proper protection if they wished to counter the boosted technique. But the decision to strike both was not because she wanted them dead. Much like Takao had taken one of hers, she would take one of his. By splitting her shots over the two of them, she would force Takao to make the decision between protecting himself and leaving Fuyuko to the faith of her arrows, or forcing him to protect Fuyuko, eat all of the arrows on his own and leaving him open to a second assault from Daremo on top of that.

"You took something that belonged to me, now I will take something that belongs to you. Return the ANBU Myrddin or I'll make sure you'll end up a broken man."

There was nothing more to be said. Fuyuko's faith now hung in his hands. Wounds, fatigue. How long would a shinobi of his power take to realise the error of his ways?



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781
Total: 6758

220/340:

Daremo




S-rank
There was something oddly beautiful about the scene playing out around him. The screams of the damned who got too close to his kill zone. The pitiful moans and whimpering of man, women, and children alike who unknowingly stepped into the range of their demise. The stench of death hung heavier in the atmosphere. Maybe it was because of his own technique, the mass slithering across the terrain, engulfing everything its fifteen-meter wide path, and leaving behind a stark present for those who dared to touch anything that had been consumed. Maybe it was the ever-present blacken of the skin of the dead? The vileness of necrosis eating away at flesh, gnawing at bones like a starved dog, and killing everyone in range? Who knows. But, what he did know was, he missed it. This was a feeling missed dearly by the man once known as Iwagakure no Sato’s Pestilence.

While all of that, and more, was going on around him, reptilian eyes were trained on the two combatants. The one being in the scale armor being someone Mizuki had a problem with. Mettling into the affairs of others was not his forte unless the person belonged to him, yet, it here he was being dragged into something that was not his problem. Nevertheless, his eyes caught the movement of the woman, hand seals being formed, and raiton jumped from her fingers, aiming at him. Because of the proximity of the man and woman, there was no need to shift his range of view to witness the dragonic male holding up his hand - forming an ironic ball of legend. Was it the real thing or just some knock-off, similar to the one found in the library? He did not know nor did he want to find out.

As soon as he saw the ball being formed, chakra churned with his core as two different techniques would activate at once. Quicker than one could blink, his body glows a dark green, being exactly the same color as the aura surrounding him, making it incredibly hard to notice for anyone who was not looking for the particular detail. He did not know what exactly either of the techniques did, and he was very much keen on staying alive.

”Suction?”, He mused, feeling the wind trying to tug him closer to the sphere. Though, the only thing it managed to do was cause his cloak to be tugged in the direction. While lacking true defensives, it seemed, his cloak was capable of withstanding the sphere suction. Admittedly, he felt his cloak weaken ever slightly from said nuisance. It was too late for him to dodge the attack properly, or in a manner, he wanted to. Engulf by the Rasengan, he did not scream nor made any sounds of pain and discomfort as he felt the ball compress down upon his. The cloak around him remained strong against the onslaught. With a simple muscle twitch, his aura and Rasengan disperse. His cloak being able to handle the attack, surprisingly well, considering what he designed it for.

Upper clothing torn, revealing the armor anbu underneath the kosode, he did not have time to relax, for no sooner after he emerged from being engulfed by the Rasengan, the woman’s attack strike. It harmless dispersing against his enchanted durability. ”That stung.”, He silently mused, yellow eyes catching a glimpse of the arrows fired at both of the combatants. Reaching on his person, he pulled out two black senbons, one in each hand. With practiced ease, threw the first senbon at fuuinjutsu woman, aiming at her upper right thigh. Moving forty-five meters per second, the black senbon would transverse the distance in a blink of the eye. Just as it was released, the second one would be thrown at the draconic warrior with the same velocity, aiming to test the man’s defensives.

Once the senbons had been released from his hands, began advancing forward, closing the distance between the combatants to a merely thirty meters.  His mouth opened, a sphere of lightning jumping out, and fired at the dragonic warrior, aiming for his chest. The way he decreases the distance should be noted, for it followed the path of the creeping mass from earlier.  If any of them desired to have a close confrontation, they would need to be wary of the necrotic energy lingering within a 15 meter and 40-meter wide path; a path that he was currently standing in with no adverse effects. “This can all end if you give us back our Anbu or at least tell us his whereabouts so we can retrieve him.”, He spoke loud enough for the two combatants to hear, if they even paid attention to his words.

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796[8241]




Cool Downs:


Senbons Thrown:

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Fuyuko

Fuyuko


A-rank
“What other fight?” was the first thought that popped into her mind when she heard Takao talk about him not being at full strength. What had he gotten himself into? It mattered little right here, right now. It was a subject that they could talk after they get out of danger. Takao spoke up once more, this time talking about the man that seemed to ooze death around him, more specifically the technique that they were using. It was appreciated that he was sharing that information with her, but honestly it meant very little to her. If she got caught in the zone there was most likely next to nothing she could do to a technique that caused so much devastation in that large of a size. While running would probably still do very little. By just guessing from what they were possible doing, their base physical strengths would probably also be way higher than her own. Effectively making running a rather futile thing to do, but it was better than just standing there and doing nothing or rather, doing nothing and getting potentially killed by the technique.

And so without really wanting to spend any more time standing there she started run, however that attempt slowed down as fast as it had started. The crack of thunder that roared through the sky took hold of her attention. Her head snapping to the direction it came from. There were four points of light, all flying towards her general direction. Two out of those four lights were definitely coming for her. There was no time for her to react nor did she really have a defensive technique left that could even potentially react to the technique. While it might seem like a dumb idea since it won’t really keep her moving, but all that Fuyuko was able to think of was to throw her body to the ground. Her body almost reacting on pure instincts would throw itself to the ground in hopes to avoid the technique that was rapidly closing in on her.

Fuyuko felt powerless as her body made its way to the burning hot sand. Sure she was capable of doing a tiny bit, she managed to seal a technique after all. She even shot one back herself although she felt like it probably had very little effect, it probably only aggravated them more. The whole situation just felt like a little kitten trying to fight with lions. She was heavily out classed by the opponents and she started to lament her own capabilities. At this point she was nothing more than just a liability to Takao. Her bleak thoughts got quickly interrupted by the loud words spoken by someone. Presumably they were spoken by one of the two aggressors, but there was no way for her to know with her face going straight for the sand. It did however raise a single question in her mind “What had Takao done?”.

wc 494
twc 6559

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Takao

Takao


S-rank
𝌊

His left eye began to twitch, partially from the blood that slowly oozed down toward it and partially due to the overwhelming stress of battle that weakened his overall mental state. The longer he endured conflict, the worse it would become, and the barriers he erected in his mind to sate off the overbearing voices would begin to crumble one by one. His subconscious worked overtime to “protect” and thus began to manifest as loud screams and orders in his ear as though hundreds stood around him, yelling into his ears.

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Overbearing, loud, and unusually vulgar as they might have been, it was a rare occasion nonetheless for Takao to agree with their demands or urgings. They were shinobi who attacked seemingly without reason, and thus found themselves undeserving of any taste of mercy. He had shown the snake-woman mercy when he permitted her to run with her tail between her legs, and may have shown the Kumogakure pair the same benevolence, had their aim not fallen upon Fuyuko. She dove into the blighted sands to avoid the attacks, yet Takao lacked the confidence that she would be spared from their wrath, and thus he positioned himself between her and the onslaught of attacks.

The quartet of arrows slammed into his back first, eliciting a hiss of pain through tightly clenched teeth. He faltered briefly, but reaffirmed his balance with a firm step, and braced himself for the impacts that followed. First, the sphere of lightning burst from Daremo’s agape mouth, and Takao stood stalwart as it slammed into his back in the same manner as the arrows. Another whine left through his tightly clenched jaws while sparks of electricity arced across the weakened scale armour, and his muscles stiffened. Stalwart he remained, even as the pair of senbon collided with the armour. One merely bounced off as the scales began to fracture and fall from his back, whilst the other managed to lodge itself underneath the scales of his left arm and stick just over an inch into the limb above the elbow, missing bone and major arteries.

Panting from fatigue, he had managed to largely ignore the stinging pain in his back and arm, and adjusted his attention to settle on Fuyuko.

“Are you okay?” He asked, quickly scanning her for injuries that might have occurred from a technique slipping past without his knowledge. His hasty once-over suggested that she seemed uninjured from the latest volley, and he managed to flash her a brief and fleeting smile before the words of their aggressors boomed over the roar of the battlefield.

He recognized the woman now, whom he had done battle with at some point earlier in the week during the trap he set for Kumogakure shinobi. She would have recognized the scales that clung to his flesh, yet had not seen his face, so perhaps feigning ignorance would still work on the pair. She hadn’t any concrete proof that it was him, after all. Moreover, his darker dealings were best not revealed without care to Fuyuko. On the surface, they might have seemed malign, but stories hardly ended at the cover. His eyebrows knit together as he straightened his back and turned, still standing over Fuyuko but now facing the duo that had launched their assault in tandem.

“I don’t know shit about any ANBU,” Takao said through laboured breathing, copious amounts of sweat having formed on his face beneath the scales. His posture was hunched, indicating his creeping fatigue, but he was far from spent. If anything, their attacks and his own internalized rage were beginning to stir a flame within his gut.

“But even if I did, you fucked up when you aimed at her.” He said, his face contorted into a wicked scowl as emphasis lingered on the first syllable of his profanity. Takao’s voice, guttural and deep as he spoke, spat venom with each word. His anger was a tank of gasoline, and they had been the spark that lit it into a blazing inferno. Takao’s right hand reached for the barbed senbon in his arm and grit his teeth as he tore it from his flesh, ripping the wound open further and causing blood to spill out from the fresh laceration. The intense pain was drowned out by the voices in his head, which only worked him up more and more with each passing second. He crushed the senbon in his hand and tossed the two halves into the stand, raising the same arm immediately afterward.

Chakra began to circulate in his palm much like it had before, growing dense and visible in the form of a glowing blue sphere. But as Takao added an additional constituent to the mixture, his hand rose above his head, and the sphere grew substantially. Four blades began to spin rapidly around the large sphere, and a shrill whistle sliced through the air. It was a classic technique from centuries past, perhaps recognizable to those who delved into heroes long-since fallen to time.

Takao pulled his arm back and whipped it forward, firing the Rasenshuriken at blinding speeds of 70-meters per second. The technique was not aimed at Daremo, however, who was substantially closer in comparison. It was aimed at Mizuki, who had begun the barrage that was partially aimed at Fuyuko. Plumes of sand arose from the path behind the Rasenshuriken as it rocketed toward the Kumogakure shinobi at blinding speeds. In the instant after it was thrown, Takao turned, picked up Fuyuko regardless of if she would protest his handling of her or not, and manifest a pair of intense jets at his back. The explosive range that the Rasenshuriken boasted upon eruption spanned 45-meters at its peak and expanded to reach this radius at speeds of 65-meters per second, thus putting Takao and Fuyuko in within its destructive range. Utilizing the powerful bursts of Burning Ambition, he moved with her in his arms out of range by ten meters before coming to an abrupt and heavy stop. His weight fell onto his right leg and he visibly winced, yet swallowed the tinges of pain and turned back to watch the aftermath.

TOTAL WC
+1,052
1,404
Total Inabayama Contribution: 8,980

Total Splinter WC: 3,475

CHAKRA: 240/450

Techniques Used:

Raiu Mizuki

Raiu Mizuki

Retired
She fucked up when she aimed at Fuyuko? Mizuki had to scoff at the thought. Was this not exactly the same situation this shinobi found himself in? The very reason for her wrath was him taking away someone dear to her. Did he not see this? No, he masked his reasoning behind anger and the denial of him having been there. The scaled armour, the jets of flames to move around. Katon, fuuton. So far everything matched the man she had faced before. Everything but her own appearance. Was this the reason he attempted to weasel his way out of this?

"Is that so, Iwa-nin?", she'd ask him after he stated she had fucked up.

She couldn't say if he'd have heard her reply, seeing as he formed the hand seals for another technique of his. The typical vortex pertaining to the rasengan would reveal itself before the fuuton chakra would improve upon it further. She had heard rumours about the rasengan, about the devastating power it held. Did he intend on killing her after he came to take away her friend before? Erase his errors as an Iwa-nin, ANBU or wherever his loyalties were supposed to lie? Adrenaline shot through her body, her fury feeling the bitter taste of upcoming fear as she saw how the basic technique of legends was turned into a power none of her own techniques could match. Her arrows might have touched the base of the rasenshuriken's power before through the aid of her storm technique, but now that this had been spent... Was she even capable of dealing with this?

Not wishing to find out how powerful such a technique would end up to be, Mizuki would alter the nature of her barrier and channel chakra through her body to boost her movement as the rasenshuriken was thrown in her direction, instantly bursting away at a 35 m/s in an attempt to dodge the technique. Moving back to her former position within the storm rather than approaching Takao or Daremo, she'd have moved an 18 meters from the impact point when the rasenshuriken drew in and shred the sand-covered ground it would taste. Mizuki wouldn't be granted a moment to breathe as the fuuton chakra fuelling Takao's jutsu expanded right after its impact and shredded the immediate vicinity with such a fierce power it would have left anyone in awe.

Mizuki would not be spared from the maelstrom, the fuuton chakra mercilessly lacerating her chakra barrier as it destroyed the landscape, the corpses and bewildered the raging storm she stood in. But it would not break it. The rasenshuriken would come to pass, the Lady of Storms having endured the technique allowed to live another day. As the rain continued to pour down upon her, thunder rumbling above her, Mizuki would watch Takao from her position as she emerged from her spot within the wind storm, the same signs of exhaustion and laboured breathing as his. Unlike him, that exhaustion didn't come for his wounds nor the vast amount of chakra expenditure, but from the mental and emotional strain in addition to the creeping illness she had inherited from her mother.

"Perhaps you are the one who goofed up when you so called defended Iwagakure's facility, Dragon of Konoha.", she'd shout in his direction in between her ragged breathing. "If I was wearing the demon mask and white attire in which I opposed you on the night you took Myrrdin away, would you remember your actions or will you still keep up your facade of falsities?"

Mizuki would knock an arrow to her bow and aim at Takao since he was watching over Fuyuko. She couldn't say how much longer he or herself could keep dealing with such massive chakra expenditures but she hoped he'd come to understand she was not about to back down until she had been given an answer. Much like he protected Fuyuko in hopes not to lose her, so too was she fighting to retrieve Myrddin in hopes not to lose another person she cherished. As her arrow remained pointed on the dragon in the distance, under the darkened skies of the storm the vague red shine of the knocked arrow would illuminate briefly under the flash of lightning.

Antares, one of the few arrows that was crafted with the intent to pierce a heart, was held in place by Artemis. Ready to be fired if so needed.

"Answer me honestly. Where is the ANBU you took away?"



766
Total: 7524

205/340:

Daremo




S-rank
There was a lot regarding the context of the impromptu fight Daremo did not know for certain. Mizuki had only told me the dragonic warrior had a hand in kidnapping a Kumo Anbu before she went on an initiating an attack against the man. If indeed what the woman said was true, then, why would she reckless attack someone who had the necessary skills to take and apparently defeat an Anbu; the most elite shinobi of any village? And also, seeing how she recognize this man as the one who took the Anbu, it stands to reason she was there when the event took place. She obviously fought the man back then, probably with the Anbu member, with the outcome ending with her retreating, and the elite member lost to the man. Even when she had the number advantage, she seemingly lost against this man. Yet, she initiated another fight with him anyway?

While he could understand it from a lover or relative standpoint. Sure, he would have fought the man again. But, fighting someone who had already bested you, presumably, all because of an Anbu member? He could not see the logic. Anyone who joined the elitist group knows exactly what they were getting into at the time. They understood that their lives are on a razor edge with the slightest mishap being potentially fatal. Whoever the Anbu was, they should have known the risks in the profession.

”And here you are helping her on this pointless crusade, hatchling.”, He welcomed the voice of his animal side. It having been oddly quiet since the start of the conflict and had him wondering if the beast was simply sleeping or silently watching the mortal affairs from its confines. ”I only talk when someone of interest piques my curiosity. You know this.”, Indeed he did, nevertheless, it seems the animal side went back quiet after having spoken what it wanted.

The words of the dragonic man, who Mizuki referred to as an Iwa-nin, something which Daremo mentally scoffed at, fell on deaf ears. Everyone was self-righteous to an extent. Everyone had a perverted sense of right or wrong. Everyone was a hypocrite when their possession are touched or harm by another. It was the beauty of man after all.

Sharp eyes picked up on the formation of a similar sphere being condense in the warrior’s right hand. Having some inkling at what was to come, assuming it was another Rasengan, similar to the one he had dealt with prior, Daremo muscles tensed in preparation to move. As the chakra composing the sphere revealed itself as fuuton, any doubts on what exactly was being formed were erased. He had to bite back a wince from the high pitch squealing of the attack. When the dragonic warrior cocked his arm back, Daremo did not waste time in jumping further(15 meters) to the right, away from Mizuki who was already thirty of more meters away from him.

Though the dodge was seemingly unneeded as the rasenshuriken was not aimed at him, but rather someone else, presumably his charge. The earth was carved up, and plumes of sand showered the earth. There was no time to worry about his charge as the attack landed. Some might have stared at the destructive power of the attack, but, Daremo did not. With him being out of the blast radius, his eyes were trained on the two combatants. “She is right you know. If the situation was reversed, wouldn’t you be doing the same thing? While we could have gone about this in a diplomatic approach, there was no telling the outcome.”, His voice carried across the sand dunes, “Just tell her what she needed to know, and we can be on our way. I do not care what damage the Anbu is in, I can fix him with ease. We just need to know where.”

Daremo would not make any aggressive or proceeded such, actions towards any of them. If the information was received, and Mizuki satisfied with the answer, he would leave the battlefield, and report back to base.


[Possible Exit . . . if information is given/conclusion is reached]

688[8929]

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Fuyuko

Fuyuko


A-rank
Her face was so close to the blighted sands. A feeling of reinsurance rushed through her body as the sand inched closer and closer and 'freedom' seemed within grasp. Only to have that feeling erased as a sharp pain was felt across the back of her left shoulder blade. An injury of about 3 inches long with major second degree burns across it. Squealing as the arrow flew by her. With scorched skin she fell into the sand and her scream of pain muffled by the sand. Her own voice drowning out the screeching sound of the rasenshuriken that Takao was making and throwing. The agonizing pain making it hard for her to think straight or really realize what was going on around her. The words spoken by the assailants and Takao mostly falling on deaf ears as her brain just started to auto-pilot. She just had to get away from there. Fighting through the pain as much as possible she forced her body back onto her feet. Her eyes dulled like they had been before when she finished killing those thugs, but for a different reason. Slowly but surely Fuyuko would try to stumble away from the fight.


wc 200
twc 6759

Sorry for short post but there is very little for little Fuyuko to do xD

Takao

Takao


S-rank
𝌊

Takao’s eyes narrowed as the Rasenshuriken’s blast disappeared, and the two remained standing. In his weakened and exhausted state, he had determined that keeping them at a distance was the best course of action.

“Look at you two. Typical self-righteous Hastur fanatics.” He said, his disdain for the aforementioned self-proclaimed conquistador was clear in the venom he spat with his words.

“Would I be doing the same thing? No, this isn’t what I would do if the situations were flipped. I wouldn’t attack an innocent person in my belligerent, desperate attempt to find somebody. This isn’t going to end peacefully, ‘cause I know your type. I don't have the answer you want, and you won't stop until you hear what you want to hear, even if it isn’t the truth. You ca--” Takao said, his voice cut off as he turned his head and went to gestured to the girl behind him. His black eyes widened as they were greeted with the sight of Fuyuko, whose back was bloodied with part of the attack he had failed to block adequately, and not noticed before turning.

A cocktail of emotions washed over him, and while each seemed to blend seamlessly into the next, one stood predominantly out of the rest. Anger clawed at the back of his head, rapidly boiling to the surface in the form of a thousand roaring voices.



⚞K̴͚̹͗̄͘Į̶̛̉͐̋͋̆Ḷ̶́̿͗͋̊̑͌̒͝L̶̨̢̝̑͐̈́̂̉̄̔͠ ̴̛̭̓͂̆̿͐͌͘̚T̶̳̞̪̱̦̺̕H̴̨̳͍͎̓͑͜E̵̪̺͈̜͋̇͠M̶͓͙̫̿̅̋̐̈̌K̴͚̹͗̄͘Į̶̛̉͐̋͋̆Ḷ̶́̿͗͋̊̑͌̒͝ ̴̛̭̓͂̆̿͐͌͘̚T̶̳̞̪̱̦̺̕H̴̨̳͍͎̓͑͜L̶̨̢̝̑͐̈́̂̉̄̔͠ ̴̛̭̓͂̆̿͐͌͘̚T̶̳̞̪̱̦̺̕H̴̨̳͍͎̓͑͜E̵̪̺͈̜͋̇͠M̶͓͙̫̿̅̋̐̈̌K̴͚̹͗̄͘Į̶̛̉͐̋͋̆ ̴̛̭̓͂̆̿͐͌͘̚T̶̳̞̪̱̦̺̕H̴̨̳͍͎̓͑͜Ḷ̶́̿͗͋̊̑͌̒͝L̶̨̢̝̑͐̈́̂̉̄̔͠ ̴̛̭̓͂̆̿͐͌͘̚T̶̳̞̪̱̦̺̕H̴̨̳͍͎̓͑͜E̵̪̺͈̜͋̇͠ ̴̛̭̓͂̆̿͐͌͘̚T̶̳̞̪̱̦̺̕H̴̨̳͍͎̓͑͜M̶͓͙̫̿̅̋̐̈̌⚟



Those familiar, unbearable stabs of pain drove their verbal knives into his head as they began their sadistic chanting. Takao’s own voice became mixed in with them, indiscernible from their words, because his own thoughts chanted along with them. Ironically, in the wake of his criticism of Mizuki’s belligerence, he had become livid himself. His jaws clenched tight as teeth ground against one another, forcing his head to shake and tremble from his hysterical reaction to Fuyuko’s injury. Through his grit teeth, he inhaled until his lungs felt like they would burst. Chakra burst from his tenketsu like a broken dam and flooded the inflated organs, causing their contents to burst into flame within his body.

His tense jaw finally fell lax and he exhaled. With his breath came a guttural, animalistic growl and a gargantuan ball of flame, so large that it seemed as though the sun itself had fallen from the sky and landed in the bloodied sands of the Wind Country. As it rocketed forth with speeds that rivaled the Rasenshuriken thrown a mere moment before, and traveled a similar distance.

The last of the scales finally fell from his body as the massive fireball was shot toward Mizuki and Daremo. It was his last hurrah in this battle-- insurance to be sure that they wouldn’t interfere. Takao turned as soon as the flames left his agape maw and caught up to Fuyuko as she stumbled in the opposite direction. If his actions went unhindered, he would scoop her up in his arms in a typical bridal carry.

“I’ve gotcha.” He said softly, his voice hoarse from the strain of the technique, assuming that his attempts were not protested. Without saying anything more, the tenketsu within his legs poured chakra out and the pair would disappear in an instant, leaving little more than a cloud of fading smoke behind.

TOTAL WC
+587
1,991
Total Inabayama Contribution: 9,567

Total Splinter WC: 5,716

WC Breakdown-
5,000 - S-Rank Mission
4,500 - Learning Fuinjutsu, Nothing to C
Discarding 67wc

Thread Exit with Fuyuko.

CHAKRA: 155/450

Techniques used:



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Raiu Mizuki

Raiu Mizuki

Retired
The man revealing his true thoughts about what he thought about Mizuki and Daremo. Fanatics of Hastur? It seemed that the Dragon of Konoha had become blinded by his own power and rage to such a point he no longer distinguished the individual but threw all the people under the same name. A trait shared by a certain Sword Saint of Konoha who had stood with others to destroy the very Village once build within these blooded sands. It had Mizuki wondering if this was a common trait of the high-ranked shinobi of Konoha. If the heat of the Land of Fire melted their brains and replaced common sense and clarity of mind with red and rage the stronger they became. But that... Those were just whispers of insanity trying to reach out to the kunoichi's mind in hopes to drive her into despair.

What was worse that the man showed himself unable to listen to reason, remaining a hypocrite in word and deed by stating that he would not attack an innocent. As if responding to her mental scuff at the blatant bullshit she just came to hear, the raging storms above her seemed to briefly pick up in brutality. Innocent? Him? Did he truly believe any one single shinobi to be entitled to call themselves innocent? How many had died at his hands? Was he innocent for abducting Myrddin? Was he innocent for trying to eradicate shinobi with his seemingly unending access to high ranking jutsu? And yet, while Daremo and Mizuki had refrained from violence so he could speak, was he not the one forming the sun in the air once again? Yes, indeed. Blinded by his own power, the Dragon believed himself entitled to all actions whether or not he had wounded others or not. He was might, and Konoha showed once more that they believed in the ideology of 'might makes right'. He could very much stand in the same corner as Hastur for all she cared.

But the sun would come down. Weaker than the rasenshuriken despite the huge size, stronger than an A-rank. 53 meters away from the Dragon. Mizuki would tuck her arrow away and stow her bow to form a set of hand seals, raiton chakra enveloping her in a protective barrier again. To think she had remained defenceless and refrained from continuing the assault in hopes to be given an answer that could solve all the problems. How naive. When would she learn that as long as the shinobi remained divided among its Five Nations, bias and blind devotion would rule the mind of the shinobi? The sun would crash down, burn up the storm that raged above her as it came to its own end. Burn up the air around her as it expressed the hunger for destruction and blind rage of the Dragon. Burn up the sand on the ground as came crashing down in roaring agony to meet its own end. And when all the flames had passed, Mizuki would emerge from the fires, blue-green eyes still focused there where Takao and Fuyuko had been - now gone from sight as if they had burned up as well.

And all she felt was worry. For Raphael and for Fuyuko. For who could say how long it would take before the blinding rage of the dragon would consume them like he tried to do now?



[EXIT]

570
Total: 8094
-5000 S-rank reward, PVP (4 rounds).
-1500 B-rank Jutsu, "Sparrow's Flight"
-1500 B-rank Jutsu, "Sparrow's Shadow"
Discard the rest.

185/340:

Daremo




S-rank
There comes a time where a person should remain silent, less they wanted to make a fool of themselves, and it would seem the dragonic warrior was never taught that lessen. Fanatics of Hastur? Daremo mentally scoffed at such a ridiculous notion. The silver haired male was far from a devout follower of the proclaim God. It would seem there was yet another delusional person walking amongst the Elemental Nation, and just like the others before him, this one had power to back it up. The only solace was that there would come a time someone would put the man out of his misery, but, Daremo secretly hoped it was no time soon.

As the man continued to speak, showcasing the hypocrisy of mankind, Daremo just smile. The man’s words were horseshit. Attacking the innocent? Is that not what shinobi do on a daily basis? Once their handler gives them a target, painting it in a bad light, a shinobi is sent to take care of it, and rarely do they question the decision. A shinobi is steep in the blood of the innocent that were killed for whatever excuse their handlers made up for them. So, to say he would not attack the innocent was laughable at best. ”The self-righteous is sickening.”, He agreed with his other aspect in that regard.

Self-righteous and hypocrisy. Those were the two words to describe the dragonic warrior, but even after he spewed his thoughts, he was in motion for another attack. A sigh escaped Daremo lips. Just as the attack was release so did a fine mist, covering a thirty meter radius at 40 meters per second escaped from his body. To those who were watching, the fireball would tear through the mist, and engulfed Daremo. There being no screams of pain as the man was seemingly burned to ash, but, that was far from the truth.

Walking through the flames, Daremo came out uninjured, and, if there was anyone remaining on the field, they would found the flames, instead of turning them to ash, healed them of insignificant injuries. For, the moment the fireball hit the mist, it entirety was converted into a healing jutsu, as Daremo showcase an ability of his heritage. Looking at the place were the two combatants once were, and noticing they were gone, Daremo too would leave the battlefield. His orders having been completed.
Exit

403[9332]
Total: 9332
-5000 S-rank(Major Plot) reward, PVP (4 rounds).
-1500 | Learning Weapon Style(Urumi)
-1800 | Training -> Transmutation of the Spectre'(A)





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Fuyuko

Fuyuko


A-rank
Step by step Fuyuko stumbled forward ever so slowly. Her steps bringing her away from danger even if it was at an incredibly slow pace. Her mind unable to register about anything that was going on around her as if she was suffering from a heat stroke. Suddenly she was swept from her feet without realizing it, but at least she was moving away faster. Tilting her head backwards to try and comprehend what was happening behind her. A small smile appeared upon her face as she saw Takao’s face right there in front of her. Hey body realizing she was safe now even if her conscious mind didn’t and as a result she passed out right then and there in his arms, as the reason for pushing it beyond its limits was gone.


wc 136
twc 6895

Fuyuko

Fuyuko


A-rank
By the time Fuyuko opened her eyes again the scenery had changed quite a bit. Her mind still in a daze and unsure what  was going on. Her head slowly turning inside of the pillow it was laying in. First turning to her left. Revealing a row of stretch beds with most of them filled with other people laying in them. Her hand slowly raising from underneath the blanket towards her head as it started to pound a little bit trying to think about what had happened. Presumably a ‘nurse’ spotted Fuyuko’s awakening and so came over to her. “How are you feeling?” Fuyuko’s thoughts were more interested in figuring out where she was. “Wh… where am I?” she said with a rather soft voice. “You’re in a medical tent where we treat the wounded from the Inabayama battle. Now, how are you feeling?” The nurse replies quickly seemingly in a hurry. “Oh yeah… sorry… My head hurts a little bit and my back feels a bit hot.” “That’s good, you’ll be able to leave soon.” She said before taking her leave and presumably attending to someone else. Her eyes trailed the person around to the other side of the bed.

A soft smile crept upon her face as she saw someone sitting at her bedside with their head on the bed and facing away. She didn’t have to see the face of the person to know who it was. Their armor and hair were enough for her to know who they were. “You made sure I got here didn’t you?” she thought as her smile slowly widened. “I love you” she gently whispered not to disturb him from his slumber as her hand gently ran through his hair. She would have to find out about what happened when they got out of that place. But there were certainly some questions she would like to have answered or at least have asked. She knew that she might not end up getting all the answers she wanted because of secrecy and such, but if she didn’t try, she would definitely end up with nothing.
now get off my nutts about needing two posts for max payout
[EXIT THREAD]

wc 361
twc 7256


5000/7256 wc for completing S-rank mission
2200/2256 wc for extra payout (+550 ryo)
56 discard

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