1 The Legacy of Two of the Same [Kuno/KE] Wed Oct 24, 2018 7:23 pm
Maigo
D-rank
Maigo dragged his blade across the ground, the town had become under siege and the chaos of it all was beginning to show. Around him was quite and painful, the smell of burning filled the air but sizzled along hints of flesh as he began to bury his way through the town. Coming to the door of a small one story home, the ceramic of the walls had a single closed window and the door was locked. Just moments before he watched that man run inside while he laid waste to the three bodies behind him, in the street and bleeding out violently from the cuts on their person. Maigo stepped forward and swung the greatsword in his hand as he slammed the tip of it into the door near the opposite side of the hinges. His sharingan traced around it before he ripped it out again and took a preperatory step backwards before slamming it into the door again.
His shoulder turned the blade and slammed it into the door, prying it from the lock and shattering it as it flung forward and knocked a woman over as she screamed. Her voice blended into the distant screams and shouts as this town tried to figure out what was actually happening and where.
The woman on the ground cried out towards a back room, Maigo's small flashback broke his attention until her words carried out and he realized what she said.
"Yoshiro! Run away!" desperate words from an even more desperate mother. The one he tracked here was young, maybe 17 years old at most. But that didn't matter, quickly his sword swung down and tore into the women, her gargled scream halted suddenly under the weight and intensity of the blade. It was quiet but his sobbing was obvious now, the back room to his left. Maigo dragged the blade out and let the body fall back to the ground as it had clung to the sword from the cauterized wound.
He stepped lightly and kept on guard. A smart idea with each hasty and confident step as the door burst open and the tan-skinned kid burst forth with a knife in hand, lunging with tears in his eyes as he fell forward and Maigo avoided an injury by simply turning his shoulder. A foot dragged forward and kicked the boy to face towards the body of his dead mother. Stunned and shocked as Maigo stepped foward and stood on his back, before pressing down and holding him still. The mark of the golden scarab on his back as well, bandits and liberators for Sunagakure. It didn't matter, he said nothing as the boy sobbed and tried to reach out towards his mother with a desperate and shakey hand.
Maigo's sword would come crashing down in a single swing, tearing several inches to the floorboard and seperating the kid from his body. Maigo blade setting the edges of the wood on fire and burning more in its path as he instantly stepped away from the carnage of the scene and stepped out the door of the building.
The sky was mostly clear, a few clouds sparsely painted against the sky as he looked upwards, smoke began to climb upwards and fill the area near him and the chaos of everything began to fill the air. His eyes wandered further along, the immediate vicinity had been cleared out but that wouldn't stop him, none of them would escape. The responding party would be there soon, any brave souls to stand against him would soon start trickling in with their courage high, unaware of the monster that was dragging his feet along the street.
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His shoulder turned the blade and slammed it into the door, prying it from the lock and shattering it as it flung forward and knocked a woman over as she screamed. Her voice blended into the distant screams and shouts as this town tried to figure out what was actually happening and where.
Maigo had descended upong the gate of the village, cloaked to cover and dragging the giant black sword from his back. His eyes closed for a brief moment as a group surrounded him, their haughty steps and confidence as they brandished their own weapons back and called out to him. Their jeers fell on a silent Maigo as his eyes burst open in red light and took in the entirety of the scene before him, his eyes drove the rage to the surface. The markings they held carried the golden scarab he'd been looking for. The symbol he was to hunt down and put an end to. But he was a former Hunter Ninja and an ANBU agent of Kirigakure in this place. They wouldn't get a chance to talk their point out before Maigo had dashed in blistering speed and ripped the blade across the chest of one man.
A trail of scorched fire hissed from the blade and into the air as it dragged behind his swing. The others eyes would expand as they realized how dangerous he truly was. Three more would fall before the rest would scatter and begin to run.
That wouldn't matter, he had a job to do. Every single one had to die. There were no exceptions to this. NONE! His inner voice carried him after each one, fleet footwork tracked the next man just past the entrance of the gate where his body was broken into the joint of it. Two nearby woman screamed and cried out at the horrible site but his eyes flickered to them. They were plain and simple, one incredibly young and beautiful while the other carried middle age. His chest weighed heavy, he couldn't sentence them, could he? But he would, several kunai would lash out and strike them in place before he was on the move again, cutting them both down with a single final swing and letting the flames of his blade drag to the surface and stand behidn them. The wood and straw that held fruit began to burn and his Mangekyo Sharingan spun again, tearing further and further into village. Each spot he found more and more, no longer thinking on the consequences, only guaranteeing that his mission would be done.
One more red spot on his record. More blood spattered across the sand and the map would bleed red. Just one more time, he would iterate to himself internally with each and every swing. But those words from his inner self would never become reality as the monster fueled by rage within him would continue on. Continue tearing, and continue killing. That's all it was at this point. Death and Destruction.
The woman on the ground cried out towards a back room, Maigo's small flashback broke his attention until her words carried out and he realized what she said.
"Yoshiro! Run away!" desperate words from an even more desperate mother. The one he tracked here was young, maybe 17 years old at most. But that didn't matter, quickly his sword swung down and tore into the women, her gargled scream halted suddenly under the weight and intensity of the blade. It was quiet but his sobbing was obvious now, the back room to his left. Maigo dragged the blade out and let the body fall back to the ground as it had clung to the sword from the cauterized wound.
He stepped lightly and kept on guard. A smart idea with each hasty and confident step as the door burst open and the tan-skinned kid burst forth with a knife in hand, lunging with tears in his eyes as he fell forward and Maigo avoided an injury by simply turning his shoulder. A foot dragged forward and kicked the boy to face towards the body of his dead mother. Stunned and shocked as Maigo stepped foward and stood on his back, before pressing down and holding him still. The mark of the golden scarab on his back as well, bandits and liberators for Sunagakure. It didn't matter, he said nothing as the boy sobbed and tried to reach out towards his mother with a desperate and shakey hand.
Maigo's sword would come crashing down in a single swing, tearing several inches to the floorboard and seperating the kid from his body. Maigo blade setting the edges of the wood on fire and burning more in its path as he instantly stepped away from the carnage of the scene and stepped out the door of the building.
The sky was mostly clear, a few clouds sparsely painted against the sky as he looked upwards, smoke began to climb upwards and fill the area near him and the chaos of everything began to fill the air. His eyes wandered further along, the immediate vicinity had been cleared out but that wouldn't stop him, none of them would escape. The responding party would be there soon, any brave souls to stand against him would soon start trickling in with their courage high, unaware of the monster that was dragging his feet along the street.
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