1 Anbu Pursuit (Closed) Sun Nov 10, 2013 11:50 pm
Ukiyo
Dead
Ukiyo had been traveling through the barren lands of Tsuchi no Kuni for many miles now, still contemplating the battle with Sousetsu.
The Senju will have their time. My failure to eliminate the head of the clan will not save them. He, with the rest of them, will be buried by my creation. Konoha will be next, and not Sousetsu, not Takeshi, not a soul among them will stand in my way. Like my own, their fate has been sealed. You seem determined. Not determined, resolved. Angry? Hateful.
Ukiyo slowed down to a walk as she began to hear far off footsteps behind her. You're being followed. It would appear so. Ukiyo stopped and confirmed her belief as the feint tapping stopped with her. At about 100 meters behind her, two Konohagakure Anbu stood their ground. It was obvious that she had heard them, having stopped suddenly in a wasteland of stones and plateaus. One of the Anbu called out to her in a firm, confident voice. It seemed welcoming, almost reassuring in a way.
Senju, Ukiyo! We wish to speak with you! Ukiyo's eyes widened. Senju? Her fingers curled in on her fists and her nails dug into her palms. Konoha shinobi. Ukiyo tilted her head to the right, her eyes wide and staring forward. They seemed mindless, like their was nothing but a primal instinct driving her. Her lips were limp, hanging just barely open in dreary expression. Her head rolled back and around to her other shoulder, crackling all along the way. She lifted her head up, then began to turn it to her left. Ukiyo turned her body around and faced the towards the voice. She stared blankly forward, waiting for her targets to approach. The two Anbu walked up to Ukiyo cautiously. One wore a tiger mask while the other wore a fox mask. The one with the fox, Kitsune, wielded a long sword in his hands and had sais at his hips. Each of them had activated their sensory range technique already and were carefully observing Ukiyo and her surroundings as they approached. Ukiyo simply stood in place and watched them. Both of the Anbu were anxious; after all, their target was allowing them to approach her. Neither of them doubted their ability to defend themselves, but the whole situation struck them as odd. Kitsune began channeling chakra into his sword and molding it into Wind as he spoke,
What do you think you're doing here in Tsuchi no Kuni? Kitsune didn't have any intention of getting to know Ukiyo, hearing her side of things, or anything else of that manner. He was baiting her with seemingly meaningless question. No matter how she answered, it would simply help him by hopefully lowering her guard and letting Kitsune approach ever closer. The closer he was, the easier it would be to take Ukiyo out in one sweep of his longsword. Despite his question, however, Ukiyo didn't respond. She continued to stare at them with an eerie stillness about her. A hushing wind ran across the stone floor between them as the three shinobi drew closer in silence. As they came within 50 meters, Ukiyo lifted her arms slowly.
Ukiyo... Kitsune called out in a dragging, foreboding tone. He was warning her not to use her jutsu, but such a request fell on deaf ears; literally. Ukiyo had already lost consciousness and had been taken over by the will of her plants. Her hands completed their three signs and activated her Living Anatomy jutsu. Just as it finished, grass began to rise up all around her. All the way to 75 meters from her, grass coated the surface of the stone. The two Anbu shinobi had grass beginning to grow on them as well, and it was at this time that they immediately took off. Kitsune leaped into the air while growing his sword over his head. It stretched out to a full 10 meters in length as he closed the remainder of the gap with his jump. It was amplified with Fuuton as well; wind flowing out of the blade in a defined current around it. The blade was coming towards Ukiyo at an alarming speed, slashing through the air as petite blades of grass began to sprout on it.
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The Senju will have their time. My failure to eliminate the head of the clan will not save them. He, with the rest of them, will be buried by my creation. Konoha will be next, and not Sousetsu, not Takeshi, not a soul among them will stand in my way. Like my own, their fate has been sealed. You seem determined. Not determined, resolved. Angry? Hateful.
Ukiyo slowed down to a walk as she began to hear far off footsteps behind her. You're being followed. It would appear so. Ukiyo stopped and confirmed her belief as the feint tapping stopped with her. At about 100 meters behind her, two Konohagakure Anbu stood their ground. It was obvious that she had heard them, having stopped suddenly in a wasteland of stones and plateaus. One of the Anbu called out to her in a firm, confident voice. It seemed welcoming, almost reassuring in a way.
Senju, Ukiyo! We wish to speak with you! Ukiyo's eyes widened. Senju? Her fingers curled in on her fists and her nails dug into her palms. Konoha shinobi. Ukiyo tilted her head to the right, her eyes wide and staring forward. They seemed mindless, like their was nothing but a primal instinct driving her. Her lips were limp, hanging just barely open in dreary expression. Her head rolled back and around to her other shoulder, crackling all along the way. She lifted her head up, then began to turn it to her left. Ukiyo turned her body around and faced the towards the voice. She stared blankly forward, waiting for her targets to approach. The two Anbu walked up to Ukiyo cautiously. One wore a tiger mask while the other wore a fox mask. The one with the fox, Kitsune, wielded a long sword in his hands and had sais at his hips. Each of them had activated their sensory range technique already and were carefully observing Ukiyo and her surroundings as they approached. Ukiyo simply stood in place and watched them. Both of the Anbu were anxious; after all, their target was allowing them to approach her. Neither of them doubted their ability to defend themselves, but the whole situation struck them as odd. Kitsune began channeling chakra into his sword and molding it into Wind as he spoke,
What do you think you're doing here in Tsuchi no Kuni? Kitsune didn't have any intention of getting to know Ukiyo, hearing her side of things, or anything else of that manner. He was baiting her with seemingly meaningless question. No matter how she answered, it would simply help him by hopefully lowering her guard and letting Kitsune approach ever closer. The closer he was, the easier it would be to take Ukiyo out in one sweep of his longsword. Despite his question, however, Ukiyo didn't respond. She continued to stare at them with an eerie stillness about her. A hushing wind ran across the stone floor between them as the three shinobi drew closer in silence. As they came within 50 meters, Ukiyo lifted her arms slowly.
Ukiyo... Kitsune called out in a dragging, foreboding tone. He was warning her not to use her jutsu, but such a request fell on deaf ears; literally. Ukiyo had already lost consciousness and had been taken over by the will of her plants. Her hands completed their three signs and activated her Living Anatomy jutsu. Just as it finished, grass began to rise up all around her. All the way to 75 meters from her, grass coated the surface of the stone. The two Anbu shinobi had grass beginning to grow on them as well, and it was at this time that they immediately took off. Kitsune leaped into the air while growing his sword over his head. It stretched out to a full 10 meters in length as he closed the remainder of the gap with his jump. It was amplified with Fuuton as well; wind flowing out of the blade in a defined current around it. The blade was coming towards Ukiyo at an alarming speed, slashing through the air as petite blades of grass began to sprout on it.
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