1 Blasphemous Acts (Izumi) Fri Apr 12, 2019 7:49 pm
Kirei
B-rank
Growling through his gritted teeth, Kirei's advance left no mercy in its wake, the bolas failing to find its mark entirely but digging into her right ankle, the wires would do their job of weighing Izumi down long enough for the Uchiha to attack. Bounding from his right leg, the volley of shurikens met with a blaze of sparks that coupled a vibrant purple flash from Konoha's resounding celebration, the second of the pair hurling past the first and slicing through the skin of Izumi's forearm, gripping tight enough to carry through with spiraling streamers of blood to the floor beyond. Feeling the momentum of the duel shift into his favor, Kirei's rumbling anger unleashed into a ferocious cry as he let loose what he was sure would be the final blow. Twirling on the axis of his left leg and dashing past his foe, Kirei's slash dug into Izumi's thigh, rattling through her flesh and cauterizing it with strands of dancing lightning, leaving a deep trench of smoldering flesh behind it.
The pair revolved around one another, eyes trained on every movement, elite shinobi once master and apprentice, parting away in the hallway stained black with ash and flame. Gathering his chakra, the Uchiha redied Kuon, igniting pillars of fire across the surface of the coiled lightning, forcing with the breadth of his will, each spiral of flame into itself, condensing layer upon layer of Katon chakra. Radiating heat enough to raise the folds of Kirei's clothing, causing them to billow in the quivering air, the young Uchiha's face ablaze with white light as he began the charge toward her. Drifting, slivers of pure heat ignited the air in Kuon's wake, scorching the oxygen raw and crackling off into red and white shapes. Rising the blade above his head, Kirei's will unshackled the bonds that held together his masterpiece, fire exiting the edge as if thrown from the string of a drawn arrow stretched dangerously taut. And then, as quickly as the brightness came, with a flash of light from the distant sky, it was gone, bled away through the cracks in reality where it seeped back to nothing, leaving the Uchiha's blade crashing down with its shimmering edge alone.
Deftly, Izumi's parry came too fast for the stunned Uchiha, who's Sharingan twitched as he reversed the grip on Kuon and plunged his body to the left, following the dojutsu's orders. As he made his move, the Uchiha's face froze, mouth widening, as the warm steel of Izumi's blade slipped beneath the flak jacket he wore across his chest, tearing through the armor with ease and ripping through flesh and muscle. Coughing to expel the rising blood in his gullet, Kirei would exhale sharply, wheezing and struggling to inhale, slumping toward Izumi. As his foe stepped away, relinquishing the sword's leverage on his collapsing form, the Uchiha's legs gave out, trembling as he felt the floor, still warm from the swathe of flame and ash that bathed it seconds ago, slap against his cheek. Vision waning, Kirei's left arm gripped at blackened wood, digging into the softened surface and pushing against it as he tried feebly to stand before toppling with a fading groan, muffled by blood and shock.
Entrenched in the swelling black, Kirei felt the heat drain from his extremities, replaced by a chill he remembered faintly from the Hidden Mist when in Hansha, he had been within an inch of death at the hands of those monsters that dwelled in Sero's heart. Is this how Watsuji had felt before meeting his untimely end? Kirei's eyes welled wet with tears, eyes clenching as he fought to move his body and carry on, but trembling muscles yearned to be released, and all the Uchiha could do was open his eyes, impotently staring at the silhouette of his master as he watched her, a living monument to his own eternal failure.
"Forgive me.."
"Konoha.."
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The pair revolved around one another, eyes trained on every movement, elite shinobi once master and apprentice, parting away in the hallway stained black with ash and flame. Gathering his chakra, the Uchiha redied Kuon, igniting pillars of fire across the surface of the coiled lightning, forcing with the breadth of his will, each spiral of flame into itself, condensing layer upon layer of Katon chakra. Radiating heat enough to raise the folds of Kirei's clothing, causing them to billow in the quivering air, the young Uchiha's face ablaze with white light as he began the charge toward her. Drifting, slivers of pure heat ignited the air in Kuon's wake, scorching the oxygen raw and crackling off into red and white shapes. Rising the blade above his head, Kirei's will unshackled the bonds that held together his masterpiece, fire exiting the edge as if thrown from the string of a drawn arrow stretched dangerously taut. And then, as quickly as the brightness came, with a flash of light from the distant sky, it was gone, bled away through the cracks in reality where it seeped back to nothing, leaving the Uchiha's blade crashing down with its shimmering edge alone.
Deftly, Izumi's parry came too fast for the stunned Uchiha, who's Sharingan twitched as he reversed the grip on Kuon and plunged his body to the left, following the dojutsu's orders. As he made his move, the Uchiha's face froze, mouth widening, as the warm steel of Izumi's blade slipped beneath the flak jacket he wore across his chest, tearing through the armor with ease and ripping through flesh and muscle. Coughing to expel the rising blood in his gullet, Kirei would exhale sharply, wheezing and struggling to inhale, slumping toward Izumi. As his foe stepped away, relinquishing the sword's leverage on his collapsing form, the Uchiha's legs gave out, trembling as he felt the floor, still warm from the swathe of flame and ash that bathed it seconds ago, slap against his cheek. Vision waning, Kirei's left arm gripped at blackened wood, digging into the softened surface and pushing against it as he tried feebly to stand before toppling with a fading groan, muffled by blood and shock.
Entrenched in the swelling black, Kirei felt the heat drain from his extremities, replaced by a chill he remembered faintly from the Hidden Mist when in Hansha, he had been within an inch of death at the hands of those monsters that dwelled in Sero's heart. Is this how Watsuji had felt before meeting his untimely end? Kirei's eyes welled wet with tears, eyes clenching as he fought to move his body and carry on, but trembling muscles yearned to be released, and all the Uchiha could do was open his eyes, impotently staring at the silhouette of his master as he watched her, a living monument to his own eternal failure.
"Forgive me.."
"Konoha.."
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