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Doubts, they would always linger. Eating away at his mind. Questioning his every motive, his every choice, his strengths and weaknesses. There was never a moment of escape, always surrounded by the feeling he could do so much more. It wasn’t a good state of mind, considering there would always be someone better than him, and knowing one’s owns limitations would help severely than walking in to a fight and not knowing what they are capable of. You are your own worst enemy, or so they say. Accordingly, after the previous days failed encounter with Strafe, Kaguza, and the Kumogakure no Sato Jounin, Sanosuke, to stop the raiding Seven Bells, to thwart Io and Mizuru, from getting close to the Mizukage, clearly failed for the group of four. How? They clearly possessed enough force to at least delay the two, but that never occurred, in fact it seemed they ended up overlooking key aspects of the situations. He clearly had no direct conclusion as to why. Surely, they weren’t that weak compared to the prowess of the Seven Bells. Maybe it was himself?

Yuudai shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of these thoughts, to think of a more positive scenario, but he couldn’t. He was dwelling in his own way, not showing any physical signs, but letting it eat away at his brain. Clad in his combatative uniform, consisting of a dark gray jacket with a white and black pattern, a plain white sash adorning his waist to keep the two sheathed weapons by his side, and finished off with loose black pants and black combat boots, Yuudai ran a hand through his freed hair. Normally, he would have kept it tied back, but seeing as the task he set about for himself, he clearly didn’t bother wasting the miniscule seconds that it took to tie his hair and instead looked forward to the event that would proceed. There was also another reason behind not tying his hair, and that was the simple idea that his hair tie could be destroyed in the midst of a battle, thus he saved himself the time and would be better prepared for his vision to be obscured. Instead, he opted to wear a simple plain white cloth, akin to that of his sash, a headband, as the two ends of the cloth joined his hair in lightly being guided by the wind. Due to the recent events of the previous day, his mother had given the Sannin a necklace, one that was passed down to her from her father, which now was gently tucked in underneath his coat.

The sounds around the village weren’t the sounds associated with the Kirigakure no Sato that Yuudai knew. There was none of the constant buzz of civilians and shinobi going about their day. No more of the children playing. It seemed all of the ceased to exist now. All of it was based off of one thing, and one thing alone. The Seven Bells. If Yuudai had his way, they’d be gone, but that wasn’t how things worked. He was just a Sannin of the village, while known for capabilities, the other day had proven that he was still lacking, more than he originally thought to be. Was that what drove him to where he was now? Watching the village gates from a ways away, looking over the surrounding village walls, scouting out the situation. Was it because of word that had reached his ear about Mizuru and some of the Seven Bells elites were flanking the supply lines? Something more? He couldn’t answer, but knew that stopping them would be a minor role in the big picture, and in this case, he was willing to play this role however hard it would, however dangerous it was. This was not just for Kirigakure, but everything it stood for, and by relation, what Yuudai stood for. Still having a sense of individuality, he would do anything for the village he called home.

Standing on the top of the building, watching, Yuudai would wait. If reinforcements showed up or not. If he was attacked or not. He would do whatever possible to succeed in the goal.

A few seconds passed. Wordlessly, Yuudai pushed himself off the building, propelling his body forth, on to the road that the supply line was routed. The only thing left for him to do was to find the exact location of Mizuru’s attack, which wouldn’t take long given the information he had received before zooming off to this location. The rest was up to fate to decide.

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Mizuru stood high...proudly on the rooftops with her sapphire blue eyes looking down at the lesser followers working tirelessly below.
She was so different to them. Where they were wearing the ragged left overs of a failed mission, her attire was made of a durable material that hugged her shapely curves keeping her warm and protected from the pathetic attacks of other shinobi. Her long star kissed hair, the rose lips upturned in a self satisfied smile; the main difference was that she was valuable. She wasn't disposable like the canon fodder that tried their best to sweep to the flanks of the supply lines. It didn't matter what happened to them. She could cut them apart piece...by bloody....piece and no one would care.
The femme fatale  lieutenant of Seven Bells would make careful that these lesser beings would never forget.
 
Well for little ingrates, the lesser minions were doing an alright job.
The day before, she and Io had made themselves known to the peope of Kirigakure when they had made an attempt to damage that precious Mizukage of theirs. Just as predicted, the Sanin and some nosy outsider attempted to stop them...but they were not good enough for them. They were not good enough to stop her.
Io had snuck around from behind, the handful of followers all attacked in the one, carefully controlled  swarm and she had came at them all at the one time....
They had broken their precious leader and now they were going to break down their communications and supplies.

She was going to win this game.

 "Mistress Mizuru. Over there. Someone is coming for you"
The words were uneccersary. She knew he was coming. His spies covered this dreadful place like little black ants over a forgotten piece of candy. Besides, did they not think that she would not be hyper vigilant after having injured someone so important? If that was what they had assumed, then there was no wonder why she had devastated them so easily the first time.
  "Who do you think I am? Of course I know he is coming. Get back to rounding up the supplies and press forward, he alone can't stop us. Three of them couldn't take me. One will be useless"
And just like that, she turned around and brought the glistening, silver weapon to her lips, her tongue flicking out to brush the red stain on the flat metal. He was getting close. He had found them.


"Well....well...well. If it isn't the pretty one.
You know...I never pictured you for one who liked being dominated....but then again I love surprises. And you came alone too! This is going to be quite.....entertaining"
This time....she didn't attack first. She didn't strike or chase after him for the thrill of getting the first blood. No, this time she was just buying time while the cronies made away with every last drop of supplies the Mizukage had stored up. It was such a shame that he would arrive to stop them too late and he would return to his owner with head hung low and shame carved in to his pretty, pretty swords.

"What are you waiting for precious? Are you scared of me?
Because if you were....I may just have to kiss you...."

Alone, yes that's essentially his situation, though that neither concerned nor bothered him currently. It could work to his advantage, though the chances of that were relatively low when compared to him being at a disadvantage. Either way, he'd succeed in the task he set out for himself. Yuudai, while usually would take a more calculating approach, knew that he'd have to run off of impulses for the next minutes that passed by, hoping that the others would succeed in their own task. There was only one real risk that he calculated from this, though by extension there was another he was less worried about. Failure brought about signs of the potential downfall of Kirigakure, more-so he may get himself thrown far too in to his task with the woman that stood before, he knew the chances of walking out unscathed were practically zero. Maybe he was suicidal, maybe he was an idiot, or just someone who didn't understand where they currently were placed, but for now his mind was already set. He'd do this no matter what the outcome would potentially be. Though, the monotonous style he had before seemed to fit, the situation that Kirigakure no Sato was placed under made him realize he needed to shift elsewhere. After all, you didn't get anywhere without taking a few risks.

Would he have changed the situation he was in if he could? Who knows. There wasn’t much time for regrets, for thinking of the what-ifs, just focusing on the now.

Looking at the woman that stood before him today, just like the previous day, brief flashes appeared visually in his mind, occupying his thoughts briefly. Those thoughts seemed to quickly be erased, as Yuudai refocused his attention, not on the woman, but rather the Shinobi that were aligned with the woman. There were two noticeable figures that were easily spotted by the trained eyes of the Aisu clan head. Clearly, they needed to be taken care of, considering they were of noticeable power to his eyes. Numbers, those were clearly against him. He’d have to even it out, or at least attempt to do so. Taking his eyes back to Mizuru, Yuudai attempted to calculate their prowess. One was bulky compared to the other, and the second was much more fragile looking. The only problem with handling them would be the person that stood before, as she was clearly capable of causing destruction, more than he would most likely be able to handle; since before they had failed, and there were four of them, three Sannin and that Kumogakure no Sato shinobi. All he needed was time, however much he could get. Supplies for the village were vital. What was one compared to that of hundreds, thousands? He knew his place, yet at the same time, didn’t.

The scenarios were playing in his head, though he knew one clear thing already. Mizuru would be the last he’d have to deal with. The two individuals had to be taken of first, then it’d be easier for him to buy more time, to deal with Mizuru, rather hold her off until he could. Not much could be changed, he couldn’t, wouldn’t, back away from this challenge set before him. It was, in the end, something that affected the Village Hidden in the Mist significantly, thus it had to be attended to, the cost was irrelevant to the Sannin that stood before the member of the Seven Bells clan.

Words were spoken by the blonde-haired female before him, but they just seemed to go in one ear and out the other. Speaking seemed to be an irrelevant given the current moment. Small bits and pieces registered, though he could care less for the rest of the message sent his way by her light tone of voice. Somethings about being pretty, being dominated, and being alone were the only short phrases that seemed to be absorbed into his memory, but were quickly dismissed, though thinking on it, small talk may be a way for him to buy more time, so it may be a way for him to get some time for the reinforcements before the inevitable occurred. "What are you waiting for precious? Are you scared of me? Because if you were....I may just have to kiss you...." He really, really, didn’t want to deal with this. Yuudai had his own internal set of rules, thus he usually waited for a time to counterattack, but the current problem made it so that he would have to launch the first strike, one that was already beginning to mentally map out for himself. Slightly directing his eyes to the sky above him, Yuudai ran his right hand through his hair once again. “Not necessary. Don’t assume the emotions of others, face value will only go so far.” He didn’t speak out loud, more to himself than anything else, though he already knew she would be hearing his words. Tilting his eyes back down to face the woman before him, Yuudai’s left hand already anticipating to go to his unnamed katana. The two would have to be disposed of as soon as possible. Stepping forward, deliberately slow steps, until he was just meters away from the woman, Yuudai diverted his eyes to the other two. With the power she possessed, why would she need them around in the vicinity, though his task would eventually involving taking them out of the equation. His eyes travelled back to her, before suddenly he pushed himself in to the air, creating four clones of himself in the air, before all five spread apart. One travelled directly towards the two Seven Bells members, while the real Yuudai flanked his right side and another clone to the left of the first fake. The other two clones travelled off to the sides of Mizuru landing on opposite sides between her and the two people that were currently in the way. It was a rookie strategy, though it was much more viable than just a direct charge on Yuudai’s part, as the primary target would essentially be able to find the real one soon after.

As he got within range of the two unnamed shinobi, a little more than 4 meters away, Yuudai gathered massive amounts of Fūton chakra to his fingertips, the fingers pointing towards the two. After a few moments, less than one could actually react, the howling noise began to occur, the area around them beginning to stir, as it was almost prepared. The air compressed, a knowing sign that the jutsu was ready to be launched, though given the shinobi before him, he had deduced they would dodge, though there was also the occurrence that the attack would hit as well. If anything, this was the point which would decide everything else for the lone Sannin. Pushing the blade of wind forward, he hoped it’d be enough.

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Chakra: 320/350:

Moments. Seconds. Breaths.

She had always hated this part.
The tense stand off between the sides of conflict: It was demanding process. Blue eyes met with blue eyes, sizing each other up with just a glance alone. How strong are they? How fast? What are they carrying? What are they hiding? Her thoughts sped up to match her heart rate, her breathing slowing to compensate; it took more effort than necessary to reign in the building adrenalin and not charge him right then and there. But no, she would wait. Be patient. After all, her orders were to take out the support lines. Not to shred apart little boys that might stand in her way. So, Mizuru, just watched, waited with her hand gripping tight to the hilt of the first blade, the sapphire blue eyes waiting for that telling movement...that hint of an attack...that....

There. Perfect.

Simple movements. A casual hand running through the the wind tousled locks. The Aisu coloured eyes finding the simplistic beauty of the expanse of sky above them. Eyes flickering, steps coming slowly...slowly closer.   He was ready. She was ready.
And then he moved.

The Sanin was fast....but so was she.
Mizuru followed his movements in to the air, watching with pleasurable interest as he suddenly multiplied in to five versions of himself, all heading in different directions. Going for different targets.
Two could play at that game.
She was right behind him. The movements of her hands mimicking his perfectly, creating her own set of clones that would follow the Aisu's step by step. If he thought he could get around her that easily, then this boy had much to learn. Rookie movies didn't work with those that belonged to her Master Seven Bells.

They all looked like her. All three of them. Perfectly matching her precise movements, her deadly accuracy. Her strength.
The first two came up on his, fast. Leaping through the air to stand before the two fleeing footman as they continued to head towards their initial mission of the supply lines.
The first clone that came at the men would face the other clone's high heeled boot, aimed straight to the gut the moment they got in range, while the second would intercept his left flanking clone with a similar attack towards his chest. The real one was to be left alone.

In the mean time, the real Mizuru watched as the two other clones of her opponent came at her from opposite sides.
She didn't move. She didn't flinch. Mizuru raised her hands and waited for the attack to collide with her flawless skin.....
It would happen so fast, only a the most skilled shinobi would have seen it. The attack he had built up. The howling wind, slicing through the air would collide with the first of her clone who had been shielding the lesser soldier, cutting it to oblivion.
But not a second after the attack had found its unintended target, the two clones he had made reached her, aimed their attack.....hit...and in a small puff of smoke, she substituted with the second clone. Just in time for her to spin around and step up close....dangerously close to the real shinobi.

And she still had one clone left.

"Nice try, pretty boy"

In one swift movement, she grabbed the hilt of her first sword, spun it in her hands and aimed to strike at his side, hoping to cut through the softer flesh of his skin and muscles.
Aiming to injure him enough so that following would be painful.
But her attacks barely stopped there. Her eyes turning the smile to cruelty, she followed up the slash with a sharp knee, directed towards the abdomen, attempting to knock the wind out of him.
Going up against the three Sanin; that had been exciting. But this....this was just foreplay. Mizuru loved foreplay.

"Don't...do that again. Don't make me smack you....unless you would like that"

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The rain poured down from the sky above, forked lightning lighting up the heavens for all to see. It reminded him so much of that night…of the night his lover died; the night he decided to leave Konohagakure no Kato. He could hear the water droplets pittering away at the tin rooftops in the village as he sat inside of the small restaurant enjoying the small meal of sushi that he had in front of him. The sushi here was much better than back home for some reason, and he couldn’t help but feel as though he was over enjoying himself on his break from doing work and his time in Kirigakure no Sato. He closed his eyes and used his chopsticks to lift the onigiri from his plate and dip it in the sauce that he was using, placing his free hand beneath it so nothing fell before plopping it into his mouth. He looked down at the assortment on his plate, the kamaboko kani, the amaebi, sake nigiri and matsubagani, as well as an assortment of other types of foods. He smiled, eating nearly everything in turn and looking around the small restaurant that he sat in.

The place wasn’t overly busy, something that somewhat surprised the young ex-Hidden Leaf shinobi, as it was a nice establishment. The only people in here besides him were a small family of four and two business men who seemed to be blowing off some steam, and drinking more than their share of Sake. One of the two of them was becoming red in the face, and Mitsuo wasn’t sure if it was because he had said something embarrassing or if it was the sake getting to him, though he assumed it was either the latter or some combination of the two. The partner was using a napkin to dab something off of his expensive looking black and white pinstriped suit, which once again Mitsuo imagined was sake, though it could have been the sauce, and he was shaking his head angrily. The family of four were being quite quiet, though looked somewhat impatient as it seemed they hadn’t been served their food yet. Mitsuo had noted that they were here when he entered and they seemed to still be waiting, something that didn’t affect him but did somewhat bother him. The youngest of the four was only potentially five or six years old and he was beginning to fuss, the second youngest being thirteen or so was covering her ears. The mother and father were working to quiet their kids down at this point, and were trying to get the attention of the waitress, who at this point was nowhere to be seen.

The lighting in the restaurant was dim and, due to the colour of the lanterns surrounding the lights, had a reddish tinge to it. It made for a nice and light atmosphere. There were only a few windows around the building, Mitsuo assumed it was for privacy more than anything. The restaurant was also circular which also gave it a very different feel, as he looked at the round walls and thought it odd, as due to this there were no pictures hanging up. He could see some kanji hanging from different places, though he didn’t really take the time to read them, and noticed on one of the pillars around the building there was a map of the Land of Water, or Mizu no Kuni. He hadn’t personally had a chance to see this map before, as he wasn’t from the area and had no reason to see it in the past, but now that he was seeing it he was somewhat impressed. The painting on it was very beautiful and the cartographer had put a lot of work into it. His eyes were finally lastly drawn towards the door of the establishment, which had an exhausted man bursting the doors opened. He was bloodied and beaten and looked as though he was about to collapse. Mitsuo slammed some Ryo down on the table and ran over to the man, catching him before he fell.

“What’s wrong? What has left you in such a state?” His voice was calm and soothing and he looked down to the young shinobi who he imagined was around his age. His ice blue eyes were completely bloodshot and his blonde hair was matted with blood, which by the looks of the man, was probably his own. He opened his mouth and winced in pain before speaking.

“They’re…attacking…need help…at the wall…the gate…go…please…help them…” He had fallen unconscious, the other patrons of the restaurant looking over concerned and the hostess coming to take care of the man. Mitsuo bowed before pulling his cloak around his shoulders, the item aptly known the Shroud of Shadows completely encasing him in shadow as he departed for the wall, hoping that he would be able to help.

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As he ran through the streets as quick as a flash and as hidden as a shadow in the night, he checked his weapons to make sure everything was in place. The kunai were in his pouch as always and he could feel the familiar weight of the Sword of the Immortal Blaze on his back, his fingers moving to stroke the Tsuba of the Messiah, the blade he had been gifted before leaving Konohagakure no Kato by the new Hokage, Mitsuhide Uzumaki. He nodded to himself, satisfied with his findings, and made his way towards where he could see conflict in the distance.

As he ran he found a set of steps that would lead him up onto the wall and found himself approaching the chosen battlefield for this particular engagement, the people on the walls already getting into a heated combat. Mitsuo could hear the barbed words of the woman to the man in a tone that he couldn’t quite place "Don't...do that again. Don't make me smack you....unless you would like that" He wasn’t sure what to make of it; completely unsure of who he was supposed to be fighting, but also assuming that the man between him and the gate (and subsequently between the three copies of the same woman, the two other ninja who didn't seem to be reacting just yet, and the gate) was probably his ally in this fight. He didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances however, and decided to forgo the element of surprise in favor of announcing his entry, hoping someone would tell him who’s side he was actually on.

He pulled off the cloak, stuffing it in his bag and stood, his trench coat blaring the wind and his mesh shirt covering his enhanced ANBU armour. He pulled the Sword of the Immortal blace from his back and pointed it towards the engaged combatants point towards the ground, his right hand towards the cross section and left hand on the pommel, creating a quick snap fulcrum between his hands. His right foot was forward, toe pointed towards his enemies and his left foot was back, knee bent in a position where he was prepared to uncoil and strike at any moment. This guard, the fools guard, was his favorite to lead off with, as anyone who was foolish enough to rush him head on would often end up with the tip of his blade buried in their chest or stomach. It was unusual for someone to be quick enough to fully dodge this strike, specifically if they were rushing him, but he knew it wasn’t impossible and as such he was always prepared to bring up a defence of his own (often taking the high guard, point down) or to block and counter strike with a thrust, or with his other blades. He stood approximately thirty meters away from the closest person to him. He then allowed the fire chakra to build in his body, encasing him in heat and creating a sort of fire shield around him. He then made his presence felt in the fight, shouting over the storm that was brewing overhead.

“I am Hiruzen Hiroshi, otherwise known as the Sword Saint, of the Village Hidden in the Stone, and I have come to destroy your plot, and end the Seven Bells before they can do anymore damage. Your attempts to destroy this village are futile and you shall quickly meet the blade.” His words were barbed with poison and pointed directly at his enemies heart, hoping to inspire fear with his immense presence on the battle field. Whether this worked or not, however, he hoped he would at least cause a temporary distraction for his ally, whoever that was, and would give them a chance to strike the enemy.

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(1447/3500 Mission)

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Chakra 390/420:

The pouring rain, seemed to bring his hair pressing down, his first attempt had been thwarted, just as he thought. His clothing became heavier, though it is of little to no effort to him, he had dealt with worse, the rain was only miniscule. He wouldn’t be the only one that’d be affected by such conditions, this was more than just himself involved. The situation he was currently in was no where close to ideal; ideal couldn’t even be considered in this situation, but he already knew that this was coming. It had been so long, so long since he had partaken in such an event, yesterday barely could be considered with the given results, so this, by comparison, would probably be worse off for him. Not for the village. He could… would handle whatever was thrown his way. Backing down, retreating, escaping, those weren’t options, they weren’t anything that would benefit the village. More time. That’s all that was needed, something he could get one way or another.

He had managed to defeat one clone, one that was clearly not like the intangible clones he created just mere moments ago. His own were all dissipated as they had served their purpose. That surely would take a substantial toll of chakra, though the slight advantage in his favour would be minimal to say the least. Then he felt it. A shift in balance. He could feel it. Anticipate. Reaction time… that was different. The delay between comprehending and motor reactions still had their delay, even for shinobi, though miniscule compared to those who had no training in the arts of being a ninja. To react, one had to move correctly, anticipate what was to happen, there was absolutely no room for mistakes. Reading and analyzing the scenario was an automatic process that was adapted into the minds of shinobi, it was in the roots of their training. There was a shift in presence, though he found it quite odd, considering the presence was the exact same as the one that was there just moments ago. Shrugging that off, instantaneously, Yuudai had mere moments to figure something out, moments that couldn’t be counted or used to think, just pure instinctual reactions firing off. "Nice try, pretty boy" The words rung in his ears, small talk was pointless. Her comments, Yuudai would shrug off. Ignoring them completely. If this had occurred a few months ago, before his own life had be turned around, Yuudai would have faltered from the comments, but now, he really did not care one ounce.

Taking the blade that was coming at him wouldn’t be the best choice. Brief moments, flashes, those were all he had, before he felt a stinging pain coming from his side his mind already went straight into action, the motor neurons had already fired off (before the strike would come to land) in his brain, knowing that some form of defense was needed, his right hand quickly reaching for Setsura, a weapon he clearly needed at the moment, and drawing her out the sheath. His internal reactions were not quick enough to be able to complete stop the strike, though it surely would make sure that the strike did not go deeper in than it would have with the resistance of his own katana meeting that of hers. Still, it would hurt. He didn’t have much momentum in his favour to stop it from doing a considerable amount of damage, but he’d be able to fight through the amount that was received. A small grunt escaped the Aisu as he felt the pain signals being redirected to his brain, but still attempted to make his way through it. Gritting his teeth, as not to release another sound, his eyes calculatively remained open, trying to find something. He needed time, time that he wasn’t going to get at this rate to launch some sort of offense. He twisted his body slightly, to move away from the blade the protruded his skin.The next moments passed, almost as if time came to a standstill before he felt another sharp twinge of pain, this time directed towards his abdomen. Initially it would have winded him, but the movements he created before were just enough for him to retain his breath, though the did send him stumbling slightly backwards. His right foot, his left, then right again, and once again the left.

Then more words, those these were completely ignored by his ears, as his attention was wholly taken up by the pain and the what he anticipated would come next. With Setsura still resting in the grip of his right hand, Yuudai was beginning to prepare what his next attack would be, if he could get it off. While beginning to gather Hyōton chakra in his free hand, the left, Yuudai’s ears perked up as another voice had entered the fray. Still, he continued gathering the chakra, knowing that it’d be a short moment before he could use the jutsu he was preparing, though it’s uses for him were currently limited. This time, he tried to listen, gathering information about the new shinobi, as he was unsure of whose side he was on. His eyes quickly flitted over to the shinobi who stood on the other side of the woman, already in a combative stance, taking in his appearance and then returning his focus to the surroundings around himself. The chakra was already prepped, as it didn’t take much time for him to execute, though he awaited for the new person to finish speaking.

Hiruzen Hiroshi. To destroy the plot and the Seven Bells. All the information he needed to know. ‘One? The others are probably on the way.’ He didn’t feel the need to talk, as it would clearly be futile at the moment. Without waiting another moment, Yuudai launched his barrage of icicles at Mizuru as he pushed his feet off the ground, so that he’d be off to the side instead of being in the middle of the fray of her and the clone. With a swipe from his free hand, first was a wave of ten that spread out horizontally. Another swipe, which signaled fifteen more icicles to be thrown arranged in a 3x5 matrix. Then it was just waves of 5's for the remaining 25 he could procure. He needed something, anything. Just a moment, something that he could simply use the one technique he needed to use. As he would land, he’d quickly resheathe his weapon; Setsura, so that he’d be able to use it with much more momentum if he needed the next time around.

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Chakra: 300/350:

Reaction.

So her clone was destroyed. The Lieutenant of seven bells sighed as she felt the familiar sensation of chakra returning to her slight, well built form before being siphoned off to be divided between the remaining two clones. It didn't matter. More chakra meant that she would be stronger....and so were the other two decoys that she had under her firmly held under her command.
The female however, didn't have much time to dwell on thoughts of that feeling, or the concerns for her Master.....as the moment she drove her blade toward the Aisu, he also drew his own sword, one she had paid little attention to before now. The steel met with a grating....bone chilling sound as he slammed his blade to meet hers, halting it in it's deadly path....but only a little too late. Mizuru watched almost ecstatic as the point her blade connected started to ooze with the deliciously smelling red liquid.

She licked her lips in anticipation

With an almost evil, school girl giggle, she yanked....hard on the hilt of her lightly curved sword, aiming to pull it free from the biting grip of his own blade. It had hurt...she had made sure it hurt. Mizuru wanted to see him bleed once more. She needed to see him lying there, bleeding and watching helpless as she walked away with that pretty....pretty weapon of his. It was such a beautiful idea. 
As soon as her knee made contact with his stomach, she stepped forward to strike again, following the clumsy stumble back....
but something else caught her attention, abruptly halting her movement. No, it was not something. Someone. A new comer. Another stranger stepping in to join in on this game and watch as she won time and time again. Could today not get any better?
There was only one way to find out.

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“I am Hiruzen Hiroshi, otherwise known as the Sword Saint, of the Village Hidden in the Stone, and I have come to destroy your plot, and end the Seven Bells before they can do anymore damage. Your attempts to destroy this village are futile and you shall quickly meet the blade."

My my my. What a speech

A slight smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she listened to the new comer while keeping her eyes on the Sanin in front of her.
As much as she guessed that this Hirozen person might be a problem later down the line, he was not an immediate threat.
After all. She still had her other clone which had yet to reveal itself...a clone that had been hiding close to where the stone nin had stopped to shamelessly brag about his plan on stopping her and her Master. He was ambitious to say the least....but it was a hopeless effort. It was almost a shame to have to cut his precious big dreams, trageically short.

And then he would feel it.
Ooooh yes, he would feel it.

Two strong, lightly muscled arms started to slowly snake their way across his chest....his waist, holding him firmly but not too tight. No, she wanted to hold him just close enough so that he would feel every...inch of her muscular form pressing hotly in to his back.
Then...gently, oh so gently the golden haired clone leaned up and flicked her tongue along the sensitive skin of his neck, her teeth finding the edge of his ear. For just a moment. A gentle, delicate moment the Mizuru clone nibbled, kissed, licked at him before leaning further in to whisper as if she was talking to a secret lover. One that only they would know about....
"Do you enjoy this?"
Then...the moment was gone. She drew back the hand from his chest to find the small knife at her hip. And as she held the man strongly in her arm, she plunged it down towards his chest. Right for his beating....pride filled heart.

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In the mean time

The real Mizuru had kept her sapphire coloured eyes on the long haired male, the arrogant, near cocky smile painting her rose lips with a further shade of confidence. She had hurt him more than once which meant she could kill him. And if she killed him then her mission would be a complete success. He would be so proud.
One step. Two steps. She was so ready to run him through with one fatal...beautifully brutal hit, but something caused her to stop suddenly and draw chakra with her next breath. Something caused her to raise her hand and focus the raiton chakra though her finger tips to the air around her....

The shards of ice came at her so hard...so fast that even with the plasma barrier, the female was pushed back a couple of steps, her high heeled boots grating along the roof tops, splitting the tiles to crumble around her feet and ankles.
Still, it managed to hold until the last five ice bullets pierced through the edges of her defense, cutting through it like a bullet through paper and slicing in to her skin. One of them, even digging in to her side, mirroring the injury she had caused him out of some sick and twisted....corrupted miracle.
It was simply unfortunate that it wasn't enough to stop her for good.

No. She laughed.
A soft...maniacal sound like summer bells in a winter storm

"Ahaha!! You think that penetrating me with those frozen ice picks will stop me? Well....baby, you have another thing coming"

Drawing her blade once more, Mizuru released the final clone and ran at him, her blade crackling with the same chakra that had once been her barrier. She had messed around for long enough.
She will end him.....

And then she will end him.

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Will figure out chakra count in the morning

Jutsu:

Hubris, that’s what they called it. The wall had one defender and he was fighting three people. Mitsuo felt his cloak had fully taken place and he could feel the heat he was radiating. He almost felt sorry for the girl who was trying to simply have her fun with him…almost. Her skin would be flaking off, muscles boiling and her entire body acting as though she had just stepped into an incinerator. This was the effect of Mitsuo Sarutobi’s Cloak of the Will, and he was quite proud of it as the switch inside his head flipped off. This woman was trying to destroy the village, and she would have to meet the blade, but Mitsuo, even with his current state, couldn’t help but feel the similarity…

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“Mitsu?” His voice was so soft in Mitsuo’s ear and his lips and tongue working along his cheeks and neck before coming up to nibble gently on his earlobe. Mitsuo was fifteen years old and would probably be told that he was too young to know what true love was, but as he lay there in Kimaru’s arms he felt more at peace and he could the simple bliss easier than anything. Kimaru was simply beautiful, his light blue eyes were able to melt away all of Mitsuo’s pain and suffering, his soft pink lips would kiss away the stresses of life, and his hands and arms always made him feel like he was at home. The warmth that Mitsuo felt when he was with Kimaru was unforgettable and was truly impossible to beat. He was happier than he had ever been and he knew that this had to be what love was. He felt Kimaru’s fingers tracing up his neck and then felt a pressure as he heard him whisper in his ear… “Do you like this?”

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Wait a minute, that wasn’t what Kimaru had said. Mitsuo could feel a tear falling down his cheek as he saw the female’s hands working their way to his chest. He could see the effects of his jutsu taking place on her skin and knew that it would only be a matter of time before she collapsed from the pain, but he wasn’t one to allow someone to take that kind of suffering, no matter how much she seemed to be enjoying it. Mitsuo began to raise his arms with his sword clutched tightly in his hands and he whispered to her in a soft voice; “Sorry love, you don’t have the right endowments for a guy like me.” He snapped his wrists back and cut off the arm that was drawing the dagger so she wouldn’t be able to stab him before head butting back, spinning on his toe and slashing up across her body, causing a deep gash from her left hip to her right shoulder and then using the momentum he windmilled his blade and brought it up, splitting her in two vertically. The first cut was to give the woman who had nearly been incinerated a bit of what she considered to be pleasure before her death, as he could have easily killed her in his first strike, snapping his hands like a fulcrum while she was still behind him and splitting her head like a melon. As soon as he landed his killing blow, he spun on his toe once more and made his way towards the two guards who were with the woman.

They were staring right at him, which was fine by him, as it would allow his impromptu ally to have some leeway with the Seven Bells commander. Though Mitsuo couldn’t tell for sure, he assumed that this man could handle himself. He knew from watching him fight that he was a member of the famous Aisu clan, ice manipulators, such as Strafe and the Mizukage Ayakashi. He had heard that the third Sannin, the one he hadn’t met, was also an Aisu, and Mitsuo assumed that this brash man was that Sannin. He allowed Yuudai his space, hoping that he would be able to handle himself, and instead turned his focus towards the two ninja who were watching him and guarding their mistress. The first of the two men was slight and looked as though he would be better accustomed to be in a romance novel with his impressive looks. He had long flowing blonde hair and a handsome chiselled chin, a smile plastered on his face as he walked towards the young Sarutobi. The second was much bulkier but he looked extremely strong, his hair shaved to the scalp with a large tattoo covering half of his face. He was an imposing sight to be sure. The two of them both carried impressive looking twin Katana and Mitsuo, even in his current emotionless state, could appreciate the challenge that he was about to have.

As they advanced on him he activated his Wings of the Saint jutsus, a golden halo appearing at the top of his head and his body was covered in a mix of a red and gold glow. The use of the wind sensory jutsu was pumping up the power of his Cloak of the Will and his heat was increased, making him a true walking incinerator and, in realising this, he deactivated his first jutsu, not wanting this to end before it had a chance to begin. Though he had removed what would have probably been his largest asset in this battle, he didn’t want to lose out on some of the fun he was about to have. The red glow left his body and he was left with his golden tinge, his “wings” forming behind him as he stepped forward towards his opponents, his sword pointed down as it was when he entered the battle field. The smaller ninja had his blade pointed towards Mitsuo’s face, the larger one hadn’t drawn his yet and he was holding it in a way that Mitsuo recognised as how he often started a sword duel when using his katana or The Messiah. He smiled and quickly stepped towards the two of them, snapping his blade up and swinging his left foot in front of his right as he threw the tip of his blade forward, letting go with his right hand and throwing the quick thrust at the larger man’s face. He quickly brought his katana up and, while he was distracted and the other jounin was coming forward at him, Mitsuo formed a half hand sign with his now free hand, stepping back and dragging his sword into a block as a perfect clone of himself formed beside him, quickly bringing its own sword up to block the shot from the smaller man that was coming towards his neck with a hanging guard.

The two Mitsuos fought back to back against the two katana weilders, the clone fighting the smaller of the two and the real Mitsuo fighting the bigger. From his hanging guard the clone brought his blade back around, the point going from pointing towards the ground to then swinging back, beside of the real Mitsuo while simultaneously knocking the larger man’s blade up, and then coming over his own shoulder and back town into a strike ending in the plough guard. The bulky man watched the rotation of the blade and brought his own blade up to block before realising that the strength and momentum of the attack would most likely break his blade. He quickly used the Fuuton: Stream ability, pointing it towards the ground and allowing himself to dodge the attack by moving backwards, something the clone took advantage of by using his superior speed to close the gap nd twirl his blade, going from a higher stance to a lower one before flicking it back up towards the larger man’s neck. The large man brought his blade up this time, not wanting the larger blade to sever his neck and preparing to duck as well before his blade smashed, shattering into pieces but narrowly saving his life. The Mitsuo clone then brought his blade into a high guard before the bulkier man crashed into him, dropping his shoulder and ploughing into his stomach, causing the blade to fall and lodge itself into the ground. As he did this he saw the man form a blade of fuuton chakra with his hand and prepare to use it to launch an attack at the clone.

While the clone and the bulkier man duked it out, Mitsuo himself had already placed his fire blade in the ground, his hands now resting on the Tsuba of The Messiah, his other hand clutching the Saya as he had knocked the blade forward slightly. This was his starting stance and that for most that practiced Kenjutsu, when he was fighting with one of his eastern orient weapons. As the smaller man advanced towards him Mitsuo acted, pushing the blade that was gifted to him by the Hokage Mitsuhide Uzumaki out of its saya and slashing it to take out the man’s hands. He saw this coming and almost reacted quickly enough, pulling his hands up quickly but still not fast enough as Mitsuo managed to sever the man’s left hand. As he did this he heard an anguished yell and watched the hand fall uselessly to the ground before the smaller man reversed his grip on his blade and swung it to lash out at Mitsuo, holding it in a fashion that he had often wielded his Sword of the Saint, chuckling to himself slightly at the familiarity of the situation. He held the blade in both of his hands, the impressive length of the blade not seeming to agree with its weight. The extremely light weight of the blade gave it a speed that was truly unparalleled and Mitsuo was eternally grateful to the Hokage for giving him the blade. As the smaller man came at him once more, blade up and aimed towards Mitsuo’s face, Mitsuo acted quickly, blucking the blade with a cross block and bringing his blade around to quickly remove the smaller man’s head from his shoulders, watching as the head fell before pulling out his tanto, the Chita no Kiba, and launching it towards the bulkier man, burying it into the meat of his left shoulder and causing a grunt of pain, something with Mitsuo took advantage of.

Mitsuo ran forward and jumped, using the handle of his Sword of the Immortal Blaze to launch himself into the air and then jumping over his clone, who was standing once more and raised his hands using the Fuuton: Stream move to launch the real Mitsuo to even higher heights before picking up his blade and running towards the bulky bigger man. Mitsuo made his way over top of the opponent, slipping in the air so that he would land on his feet and look towards his opponent, bringing his blade down as the larger man pulled out another Katana on his belt, bringing it up to block the quick weapon. He tried his hardest to keep up, but the two Mitsuos were able to quickly overpower him, the clone bringing his blade over his head and aiming low, cutting out the man’s hamstrings as he collapsed onto his knees. He screamed in anguish as Mitsuo brought his own blade around and sunk it down through the man’s right shoulder, separating his weapon arm from his body. He just as quickly brought the blade around and removed the man’s left arm, the Chita no Kiba having fallen to the ground with a clank as he lined up the Messiah on the left side of the man’s neck, the clone bringing out his own copy of the weapon and resting it on the man’s right side.

“Hubris, that’s what it’s called. It is what caused you and your friend to challenge the man who ended the life of the villainous Hao Uchiha, and it is what caused the two of you to die here today. You were both fools in life and both chose a path that ultimately leads you to your deaths, and I am here now to see that your ends are swift. I will make you suffer no more.” The two Mitsuo’s didn’t wait for a response, both bringing their blades across and quickly severing the man’s head, lopping it up into the air as they collected their weapons and turned towards the only opponent who was left, the woman engaged in a death match with the Sannin of the Rain, Yuudai Aisu.

3600/3500 Mission Complete

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With the small doubts lingering in his mind about the newest entrant to the field, Yuudai's eyes solely remained focused on the one target who was deliberately aiming for himself this entire time. It was an experience that he could use, one that he slowly came to agree upon internally, though doubted he'd admit it to anyone else. The assistance he received, he was grateful for, so long as nothing went wrong from here on out, as they only needed to buy a few more minutes if anything. The sword-wielding Sannin of the Aisu clan kept his eyes on the female that had just recently taken a hit from his previous jutsu, being able to use a defensive maneuver to block the rest of the 49 consecutive projectiles he launched. Ample amounts of blood could be seen on his left side, from the one sword strike he had been unable to deflect, or dodge completely, but these kinds of things were bound to occur at some point.

Laughter. No, not the laughter that one was used to hearing on a regular basis. It wasn't normal laughter. It was the laughter of a deranged person. Or in this case, Mizuru. He had trained himself over the years to ignore instances like these, only listening to any verbal cues that he may need or that of his own allies.. This particularly sound, while his ears were tuning it out, was still being registered as a verbal cue. It would continue to ring, until she stopped. "Ahaha!! You think that penetrating me with those frozen ice picks will stop me? Well....baby, you have another thing coming" That in itself was registered. The tone, the words, the implications were enough to get Yuudai prepared. His feet were already prepared to move, pending on the incoming offensive gesture that would be sent his way. Taking in a short breath, he noticed the movements she made to draw upon her sword, his left hand already inching towards reaching for Setsura, his currently favoured blade. If anything, that would be the one key thing that would give him the advantage, or any benefit towards himself that would make this tilt anywhere near his own favour; knowing that she had some capabilities with the element of Raiton from her previous defensive maneuver. Maybe, one more would do.

Releasing hyōton aligned chakra in to his surroundings, the effect would be almost instantaneous with the amount of wind and water in the surrounding environment. Already, the area directly around the purple-haired Sannin began to freeze the liquid, turning the rain to form ice crystals. A minor alignment change, but it would be substantial for his own cause. What better way to beat an offense with one of his own. Gripping the hilt Setsura swiftly, the blade ready to be drawn. If she were to dodge this, then she wouldn't be able to reach him for an attack.

More hyōton chakra was needed, thus this time forcing it into Setsura. Once she began her charge, it was just a few mere moments before Yuudai drew out the blade, slicing threw the air before him. That wasn't the attack. No. The attack was the five dragons made of pure hyōton chakra that were released from his weapon. Each dragon took a different route towards the target. One going directly at Mizuru, slicing through the air just above the ground, and two dragons on each side of it, curving outward. The remaining two dragons were above the first three, flying above the gaps between the middle dragon and the one's on the outside. One would do sufficient damage. All five... well, the results of that were rather deadly. The options left were simple.

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Chakra:

Note: Used the A-rank variant of Prehensile Ice Serpents. There is an additional +1 from Hailstorm Technique(+1 from item and a +1 from jutsu totaling a +2).