Mugen stood in the middle of a rocky field with a new idea flowing into his head. He had little time to get these things done. He forgotten to be training lately and he knew that he was falling behind. Stretching he walked over to one of the rocks and proceeded to punch it with his newly recovered fist. The rock cracked all over it, and his fist felt none of the pain that he was suppose to feel. That was a good thing Mugen guessed. Meant that he would stop feeling the pain when he punches his opponent really hard. He looked at the rock that he punch and stood on top of it. Crossing his legs his nice dress pants and suit top started to crease and fitting him perfectly. He wanted his black Italian custom be ready for almost anything that was going to come his way. It had no defensive property, neither did the clock or mask that he wore when he was out of the house. His dress black boots rested on his knees easily and he started to meditate on what was going on. He tried to ignore the nice sunny day that was above him. The sun beating down on him like it was glaring at him with mass power. A guardian to watch over the world almost. He started to thing and controlling his breathing in hopes to get control of his emotions.

Sighing he started to envision the destruction that has happen to his past. The night sky of that seemed to cry on him when his life was changed when he stood against what he believed was corrupted. Their was no point of denying it, a government leads to corruption no matter how you look at it. Even their glorious Dark Leader was corrupted, Mugen was living proof of that. He was an exception to this ideal Mugen started to form. The corrupted really only effect everyone, and Blue Rose had a positive effect on the new city that they were living. So this was turning out for the better, no matter how odd it was. Mugen open his eyes and stared off in the distance. He noticed a little girl that had been following him around. Mugen stared at her with full intentions to kill her if she did not run. Grabbing a rock he threw it at the girl muttering,


What shocked Mugen the most is the fact it was a simple little girl with a white dress where the bottom of her dress was tainted black. No little girl dressed like that any more. Especially since the girl had not shoes on and her blonde hair made it to her rear end. Mugen's eye wander up and down her as the rock flew right through her. Mugen opened his mouth a gaped a little bit when this happened. She had a sad look on her face like she was going to cry at any moment.  She eventually turned and walked away from him and disappeared into the rocks. Mugen sighed again and he started to think that he was haunted by a little girl. Which would be odd for the fact Mugen refuses to kill any children. Due to the fact that they cannot be corrupted yet. Also they reminded him of his little brother that he left in Konoha. He never really got to say good bye to him and it bugged him a lot. He looked at where the little girl was just a little bit ago. It was not time to think about that, Mugen thought as he pushed it to the back of his head. Mugen sighed again as he tried to refocus what he needed to get done here.

Mugen stood up and thought about his father and his other family. He gave a tug in his heart as he realized how much he just wanted to sit down with them all and explain why he did what he did. Even though he knew that his father would not accept his actions as a person he wanted to let them know why he did it. It was not because he had evil intentions right off the bat. That was never the cause and as more people died in front of Mugen he wonder if he could say that to them to their face. It was a forgotten idea, that he would let others live. Most of the time he did that people would come back after him even though they would not be healed enough. Enough of the dwelling of the past, Mugen thought to himself. He needed to concentrate on what he needed to do now.

Taking out the mannequin that he borrowed form the house he sat down the brown duffel bag that he had with him for quiet a while. In the bag was some armor that he needed to use for his new technique that his father had given him the idea for. It was a technique that would allow him to be on the same ground as other ninja users that wore ninja armor. Among other things. The idea was simple enough, he would rush in and let his bug handle the rest. He did not know what the idea was originally. Maybe his father had another idea within the technique that would make it work faster.

That was the reason why Mugen was out here in the sun with only the hums of his bugs. Before even starting his technique training he smiled and practice some hand signs to warm up his hands. This was a facade though as he sent out plenty of bugs to scout out the area and let him see how many people was watching him. It was a thing Mugen liked to keep away from people. The knowledge of his techniques and what they do. Even to Tsuyo, his greatest and closet friend Mugen often resisted the urge to use new techniques around him. Not out of paranoia but to allow him to be just as surprised as the enemy. A way to raise morale in a fight more or less. Mugen kept his hands moving at a quick succession and eventually split his hands apart to practice the use of both hands. This threw him off a  bit and the bugs did not like it at all. Making him stop, which was all in good timing. The anbu that was following him decided to run off for what ever reason allowing him to practice in peace. He kept the bugs around the area to keep him informed of what was going on and if anyone was getting to close.

Mugen moved up to the fake body and placed the armor that he had borrowed from the grunts. It was nothing that great but enough to do what he needed it too. After making sure that the armor was strapped on nice and tight he clapped his hands together and got a close distance away from it. Brushing his hands off he notice that armor was a little bit to tight for a normal person. Which might screw up the technique when he used it on a real person. Going up to armor he loosened it to make it seem more real. Even though it would be better to use it in a real fight he just needed to make sure it worked the right way. He found ten bugs that would do.

He focused the ten bugs and had them sit on the tips of his fingers. Rushing his opponent he managed to land some of the bugs on them. He tried to put all ten of them on at once but instead of it working out like he thought he ended up just crushing eight of the ten bugs he tried to put on it. Making a minor curse to the fact that he was stronger than he thought he was he bounced back. The other two bugs moved to one part of the armor and started to gnaw at the leather straps. They knew what they needed to do, but it was not working fast enough. They moved fast, really fast and got to the strap within a blink of an eye. The only problem was that they took forever to take the armor down. This would lead to them getting brushed off and rendering the technique useless. He needed a quick solution to this, a way to get rid of the armor quickly if the attack landed.

Sighing he sat down and let the bugs do what they wished. It was nothing new to him, they often had free roam within his body. Even crawling out of his eye and going into his mouth or ear. It did not bother him any more and as a kid he tried really hard to stop them from doing that. Eventually he just wore sunglasses that would block out other people visions of the bugs moving about. As he sat down he felt some of the older bugs getting ready to die. They had made their cycle and actually were just on the verge of death. Right then Mugen had an idea, a odd one. Most Aburame would allow their bugs to live the rest of their short life unless they are needed on the battle field. Mugen was different, their was no room for things like this. He was often put in situation where a freshly hatch egg would be sent out to battle.

Mugen got an evil grin on his face as he had his bugs start to consume the older ones. It was not like they felt it or anything he knew that these bugs had no emotion and could be a tool for war. Even though that was the case Mugen was still a little heart broken as the older bugs were consumed by other ones. Making them grow in size and chakra. This was good for Mugen cause that gave him another idea. He concentrated on the bugs that consumed the others and had them sit on the top of his fingers. This was a good resting point for him and he could easily place the two bugs on his opponent. He would have to limit it to two, just due to the fact that any more his hands might slip and crush them ruining the technique that he was trying to perfect. He watched the bugs rest there and he was ready to try this again.

While charging his opponent he focused the chakra into the little bugs that were resting on his hands. Just enough to screw up their flow and cause them to become a little explosive. The flow in them would disrupt them enough and cause them to make a small non destructive explosion. It would defiantly not hurt them, maybe even force them to move in a way they were not expecting. That would hopefully just throw them off and make them not think of it. He turned around and placed another two on them. He moved away and watch the bugs quickly destroy the straps that were holding it together. Sending the mannequin flying in a direction that bugs landed on. The explosion left no marks to the fake body which was good. The straps were gone and after setting it up one more time Mugen placed on bug on the fake body and watched the armor fall off. This was good, very good and would help him in future battles.

His bugs informed him that someone was running toward him, Quickly placing the rest of the bugs on the armor watching the destruction happen he quickly threw the armor into the bag and had his bugs carry it away. He let out a sight of relief when it was one of the Blue Rose grunts ran up to him.


Mugen looked at the two and smiled.


As Mugen ran off to help his new found ally. Of course it was through affiliation of course, with Tsuyo being the middle man. Yet an ally was an ally, and he needed to help her any way he could. He noticed the little girl behind a rock with a smile on her face. Whatever that was about Mugen had no idea.

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