Rage! Did this little insects believed that they could stop him? Did the pink haired woman actually believed that the chains that were holding him was doing anything to him? Ha! Don't make him laugh. Junichi, his name, allowed himself to be chained to the ground. He allowed the woman to execute her attack. He allowed the woman to gain some false sense of success when in fact the woman did nothing to slowly him down or even restrain him for that matter. With a simple flex of his muscles he could have broken from the restraints, but apart of him wanted to humor those who were below him. Yes! He will humor them, given them a sense of success and crush them like the bugs they were!
“Come at me. . .” He mused to him, hand tightening around the grip of his massive club, eyes watching at the runt of the group decided to advance towards him. Junichi's long pink organ couldn't help but to peek out of his mouth, licking his otherwise chapped lips, as his thoughts of eating the little boy a front of him. It had been awhile since the man last feast of human flesh. The delicious tastes of a warm beating heart or the delicacy which was the human brain going down his throat. Oh god. . . he was hungry and the boy would make the perfect snack!
“No! Restrain yourself!” His subconscious yelled at himself, focusing the man on the plan at hand, his grip on his club lessen a little as the boy advanced, with fire in his eyes. Oh how cute! The kid was angry. That was good! Angry people made mistakes and mistakes ended up in death. At the swing of the boy's blade, it barely cutting into his flesh, Junichi didn't even flinch or blinked at such a pathetic attack. Ha! He done have ant bites that hurt worse than that. Not like the attack would matter anyway, for no sooner after it was made the wound was already been closed, his body rapidly healing the damaged once done, returning his skim back to it's unblemished state.
“Seven Bells. . . “ The thought of the man brought back fond memories for the beast. The man was his savior. His god. The man was the one who saved him when others looked at him with disgusted. The man was the one who gave him a purpose, while others just wanted him to die. When the man had asked him would he join his compaign against Kirigakure no Sato, to purge it from it's wickedness he was the first one to join. When the man told him that he would be going under the knife to enchant his already powerful body, he did so without hesitation. Seven Bells, the man had done more for Junichi, than his own damn country! And now theses insects below him want to kill the man that have given him a purpose. Such a crime will not happen!
Deciding that he had humored the insects below him long enough, chakra swelled within his muscles as he snapped the restraints that held him, the Hyoton chains returning back to once it was. At the same time of his break out, he sworn his club down at the runt, in an attempt to coat his club with another thing of blood, but such attack missed it marked by the smallest of margins, not like it matter. Junichi didn't put all his power behind that swing, it being the equivalent of a genin running. . .
A broad smile manifested across his face, his sharp, dagger-like teeth on full display as he took in the panic expression of the boy. Inhaling deeply, a hearty laugh bellowed out of the towering man “Got to love to smell of fear.” He said, as if he was talking to himself. The rolling in of the mist didn't phrase the man at all, in fact he took comfort in the mist. Who did they think he was? He was Junichi the Giant and solider of Seven Bells, arguably one of the best shinobi that ever walked the planes. He had fought in mist before, it was nothing new to him. If anything it would do him some good. . .
Turning his attention towards the boy who had the funny idea of cutting him, Junichi raised his club into the air, twirling it around “You cut me!? Die you worm!” he shouted, bringing the chakra augmented club down onto the ground.
What happen next could only be describe as a miniature bomb going off. The ground groan in protest as the club created a deep crater a front of the giant, buildings that were barely standing were now crumbling down, dust and debris flying everywhere, effectively dispersing the mist and revealing the location of the two enemy shinobi. . .
Wait two? “I could have sworn there was another. . .” Junichi mused to himself as he looked around for the Anbu member who was missing. And why did his shoulder feel heavy?
“Looking for me?” Nanashi asked, balancing himself on the Junichi's right shoulder. Before the giant had time to react, Nanashi had jabbed one of his two foot long senbons into his eyes, ripping the weapon out along with the optical organ. Once that was done Nanashi jumped down from his perch, but not before executing a kick to the back of the giant's head, sending the man sprawling to the ground.
Landing not that far from the giant, Nanashi looked at it impassively, of course his mask obscured this facial expression, flicking his wrist to the side, the eyeball that was stuck on his senbon flinging off into a random direction. Despite Anbu's appearances the silver haired male was incredibly strong, to the point that his strength could easily rival that of a sannin. And it was this strength that was about to be on display for all to witness.
Not given the writhing giant time to recover, Nanashi snapped his foot forward, it connecting with Junichi's right side, the sound of ribs breaking echoing throughout the area, as the mammoth was sent flying into a nearby building. The Anbu member wasn't stupid enough to believe that the giant was down for the count, in fact he would be a little sadden if that was the case. Turning his attention the Genin who, if his memory serve him correctly, name was Yuzu, Nanashi spoke “Get to where Iyata is.” He stated, watching as the beast got up from the rubble.
“Ugh! Who hit me?” Junichi asked, the socket which his eye was once in having stopped bleeding and had clotted over. The gigantic man looked around, trying to find who cause him such pain and sent him flying into the building, hand tightening around his club as he spotted the bug responsible for such wounds.
“You! You will die first!” He bellowed out as he began to twirl his massive club around, stalking towards Nanashi.
“Iyata! Yuzu! I will distract him. Try to attack him from a far. Okay!?” Nanashi yelled, a long red needle materializing in his right hand, being obscured by the other needles which had formed as well, with a flick of his wrist Nanashi throwing them at the stalking beast, all of them hitting the beast with deadly accuracy.
While his chakra senbons didn't do that much damage, only puncturing the beast two or three inches, it was the red needle that causes Junichi to cry out in pain. The needle of Dharma, the offensive version, caused crippling pain and paralysis expanding over a six inch radius and restricting limb movement. For Junichi's case he would no longer be able to feel or walk on his right leg, causing him to using the club to prop himself up, as he kneel down on one knee. Not only that those in the vicinity will see the skin around the area to blacken, it's cells being permanently damaged within a two inch radius of wound. Needless to say the wound wouldn't be able to heal, unless a skill medic did it.
“What did you do to me?” Junichi said through gritted teeth as he tried to stand but couldn't, the pain from the attempt shooting throughout his body.
“Theses bugs will pay!” He mentally scream, his brown eyes full with unadulterated rage.
Oh yes, they will pay!
- Chakra 260/300:
Name: Needles of Guanyin: Dharma
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: D-S +1
Type: Offensive
Element: N/A
Range: Short-long (can be thrown at A rank and above)
Specialty: Med ninjutsu - Ninjutsu
Duration: Maintainable, 5 chakra per post D-C and 10 from B-S
Cooldown: 4 posts
Description:The user reverses the polarity of the healing needle to create a flaring red needle made of the negative chakra. Which upon planting it into another
LIVING body the needle sinks into the victim and infuses its negative chakra into the wound. The combined nature of negative energy and acupuncture hyper intensify the sensory functions of cells around the area as well as emitting a paralysing effect which discolours the afflicted area.
The needle is considered a weapon equal to the user's ninja rank for the purposes of blocking with it or it being broken.
- A/ Jounin:
The Needles are able to pierce through a human body causing near crippling pain. The paralysis effect expands over a 6" radius and is capable of faltering organs as well as restricting limb movement. Blood flow causes the effect to wear off after 2 turns. Though the Sheer sum of negative energy causes cells at this rank to wither, and die, similar to necrosis causing a 2" radius around the wound of permanent cell damage making the skin blacken and seemingly die. (needles become throw-able at this rank so long as the user has A rank Med ninjutsu)
Name: Chakra Senbon
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: C +1Type: Supplementary
Element: N/A
Range: Close
Specialty: Ninjutsu
Duration: 1 post
Cooldown: 4 post
Description: The Guanyin clan have a need for needles. And through the ages have thought of many means to achieve their goal. With a minute amount of chakra the Guanyin are able to create long chakra needles. The user can generate four needles in each hand from their chakra. The needles are capable of penetrating up to D rank armour or defensive jutsu and up to 3 inches deep into their target.
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