He could feel it, anticipate it. More chaos kept being created around the village, far too much than one would want to see. It was all inevitable, all that kept occurring couldn’t be stopped just yet, they needed the perfect moment, just a single moment and this all could be won or lost. At the rate everything kept occurring at, who knew how long this would last. The wails of children, another tick of the clock, another hour gone by and the village was still fighting for it’s survival. He couldn’t stop it, he could only play the role he was given, the role he had cast upon himself prior to the confrontation with Mizuru. He still had the battle wounds, something that wouldn’t stop irking him for the next week or so, especially when considering the psychological bout that kept playing as a major internal factor. It was as if everything was thrown at him once, seemingly as if he could potentially just explode from all the things that were going on around him, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. And he shouldn’t. Due to his position, for the sake of allowing people to keep hope, and for them all to fight through this, as a member of the Aisu Clan; the clan head, a member of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist, and as a Sannin of the Village Hidden in the Mist, he would be a prominent figure for people to look to for their own mental well being.

So many things were playing a role in the future of Kirigakue no Sato. The Seven Bells and the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist; though not all were assigned as of yet. He had previously been sparring with Kaguza, learning the ins and outs of his newest weapon, Serpent’s Tongue, though it certainly wasn’t anything he had full confidence in yet, but he doubted it would affect him much. Time was what he needed to adapt to the new style, but time certainly wasn’t working for or with them. Thus, he needed to take risks, using something outside of his comfort zone, and that is exactly what Serpent’s Tongue would offer him in the midst of a battle.

Zipping up his his coat, attaching the two latches that were on the inside, at the edge of the collar, Yuudai quickly searched the vicinity for his three weapons. After his spar with Kaguza had ended, it was shortly afterwards that a messenger came to find him, informing him that him that his presence was required as a giant man, one taller than the average person would stand, whom was wreaking havoc on the streets of Kirigakure no Sato. It was reported that the giant individual was making his way towards the area where the administration building was located, and needed to be stopped as soon as possible. Yuudai had quickly agreed, though was informed that he was required to bring assistance this time around; mainly due to his antics the previous day, as if it was some form of punishment towards the Aisu clan head. Not bothering to dwell on that, he quickly sent the messenger away with word that he’d only ask for the presence of one of his squad members, whichever one would be available to aid him in the quest. Bracing himself to push himself on to his feet, Yuudai slowly stood back up, grabbing his two sheathed katanas in the process. Sliding the sheathed weapons on his right side, in between his waist and the sash that was there to keep them in place, his focus dropped to the remaining weapon that gleamed in the small amounts of light that peaked in to the village. His movements still felt restrained due to the bandages around his lower torso, thus bending to grab his remaining weapon was done with a little difficulty. Keeping the gladius-form Serpent’s Tongue in his grasp for a few moments, he needed to acquire a custom sheath for the weapon, one that was made to uniquely fit his weapon, he twirled the blade before grabbing the hilt once more, the blade facing down towards the ground. He should head out and meet the squad member that the messengers could find.

As he would make his way to the vicinity of the administration building, he knew he’d need to wait for whichever of his squad members would arrive. He supposed he should have been a bit more selective in the process, but it was too late to change his decision, nor would he assume that it would endanger any more lives than it would be by himself. In fact, it was probably better that he was not going in alone this time around. Who knew what this giant man would be capable of. A few minutes had passed before informing him that the kunoichi would arrive. That eliminated the possibilities from three to one. Ah, so the hyōton would be the one going to help with stopping the giant man. The girl had piqued his curiosity, though more in terms of how she ended up not being raised by a family that had no knowledge of Aisu arts. Suichi, his penguin, had been firmly instructed by the Seventh Swordsman to remain at home for the duration of the battle of Kirigakure. Not because Yuudai wasn’t confident in his abilities, but rather wanting some protection around them. Dismissing the messenger, the Aisu clan leader would await the arrival of this Kitahara Keiko.

It wasn’t too long of a wait, as he had been standing in place for the past ten or so minutes, awaiting the arrival of the sole person he had requested; more precisely he requested one person, the rest was figured out by the messengers. It wasn’t that much longer that he had to wait as he sensed the presence of Keiko’s arrival. Pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against, his hair freely flowing due to not bother to tie it back up, he stopped his fascination with the seventh blade of the mist. His eyes flickered over to the kunoichi, as he stepped towards her. “I believe you already know what’s going on. Unless you have anything to ask, we’ll depart immediately.”

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The abilities of such a weapon would clearly be tested here, one of the first actual tests that the weapon needed to pass for the wielder in combat, though not necessarily the weapon itself. No, the wielders skills were the one thing to be critiqued, judged, and improved upon. It was also the first conclusion the the wielder of said weapon had reached just minutes after being given such a weapon. Many thoughts scattered through the Aisu's head, particularly all the recent episodic events that had occurred. His bout with Mizuru, the news he had received upon arriving at home, and the endowment of the Seven Swords of the Mist to their crowned swordsmen. The first of the three was a fresh reminder that he clearly needed improvement, even as a Sannin of the Village Hidden in the Mist, his abilities were lacking in some certain aspects, one's that Yuudai had already decided upon improving severely, so not to fall in to a similar situation as he had done the last day. The second event seemed to be even more life changing, eye opening. Arriving at home, he hadn't expected even more news to be dropped on himself, time seemed to have passed by so fast since their encounter that Yuudai seemed to forget about the circumstances around them. He'd need to do some balancing as well, time for himself, the village, and his family. The third, was easily the one that would change his standing in the village. Now, a clan head, a Sannin, and a Swordsman of the Mist, Yuudai knew that there was an imaginary weight upon him, one that could drive him to be so much more over time; if they had time. All three of those events would be life altering, each having it's own effect on Yuudai, some more blatant than others. He'd need to adjust around them and work with his other priorities.

Speaking of other priorities, it was about time he started up with his squad. He had started upon the wrong foot at the beginning, but there was no helping it back then, it just seemed too much for him to balance, yet here he was balancing even more than he had been, but willing to add this one thing on to his plate. Yuudai doubted they would fully accept, given his lack of attention towards the squad and he himself had been entirely convinced it most likely wouldn't last, though who knew if it would or wouldn't. Though that would have to be saved for after Kirigakure no Sato was doing well on it's own and not having to deal with the assault from the Seven Bells clan. He wondered what the other boy had been up to, Hayato was his name? The boy seemed to have ties to Keiko, so it only seemed logical that the boy would remain in the squad. As per the third individual, the one who didn’t show up, Yuudai clearly had no thoughts about the person, given their stance towards the squad on the primary day, though it was certainly similar to how the purple-haired Sannin had been treating the squad itself. So maybe another chance was warranted for both.

Breaking up his thoughts, Yuudai focused his attention on the path ahead of them, the journey to one of the supposedly safe areas in Kirigakure no Sato. Though, no one area was truly safe was how the Aisu clan head saw it. If anything, on the first day of the attack, nothing was truly safe as the Sannin of Kirigakure no Sato and a Jounin of the Village of the Hidden Cloud were not enough to thwart the efforts of the Seven Bells clan to injure the Mizukage. If anything, there was nothing along the lines of being truly safe until these attacks stopped, until the Seven Bells clan was stopped. Thus, every little endeavour, every little victory they could salvage, would mean so much in the entire picture of the final battle, whenever that was to take place. The administration building was ahead, no longer a destination for them to go towards, instead it was now to search for the massive individual whom was wreaking havoc around the area, one whom they needed to take care of as fast as one possibly could.

It wasn’t difficult to spot the one person whose head could be seen over the heads of others. With being that tall, people were bound to find him, given that his height was well above the average for a male adult. Even against himself, Yuudai knew that height was an imposing factor, but beyond that there were limitations and strengths to a person of that height. The towering man had one fatal flaw, one that could easily be exposed concerning individuals of that height, their legs. With the amount of weight upon one’s legs, particularly their knees, the best target would be to strike their, given human nature of taking down a bigger foe piece by piece. "So, Yuudai-sensei. Any plans on how to apprehend him? He either is so powerful that no one has managed to put a wound on him … or he's passively healing." Passively healing could easily be the problem, as per wounding him, he wasn’t sure of the caliber of the shinobi attacking the giant previously. ”Assume that he’s healing passively, given the numbers, he couldn’t have been able to defend against every single attack thrown at him. There’s bound to be a few bumps and bruises so far.” As he finished his statement, Keiko was about to call out again, though the moment was quickly interrupted by the hulking man had his sights set upon the two hyōton users, one of the Aisu clan and the other not sharing the same name.

Once Keiko had left her feet, anticipating the giant’s attack, Yuudai stood in position, eyes staring at the man ahead of himself. Standing in place as the giant man went after the Kitahara. With all this going on, Yuudai pulled Serpent’s Tongue back out, allowing it to take a taste of his own blood, something that which would momentarily put him out of place, but the benefits would be worth it and the drawback would soon be forgotten once the adrenaline kicked in. The whip seemed to come to life in his grasp. With Serpent’s Tongue held in his right hand, Yuudai’s left hand went to reach for Setsura, the blade that made use of hyōton - the element of the Aisu - and would be an additional benefit for this. It would also happen to be his first time attempting wielding two weapons at once, and given his three, and the abilities of Serpent’s Tongue, he could use of all three at once if he had the opportunity to do so. With each of the fragments rising to life, extending outward, Serpent’s Tongue assumed it’s 3 meter length, with it remaining in the air. With a slight nod towards Keiko, if she were to pay attention, it would be the sign signifying he would take care of the giant for a while, assuming she would be able to formulate a plan for him to find the opportune moment to strike. Then again, impulsivity could be accounted for in case things altered in regards to what he mentally hoped for. With a surge of chakra through his right hand, the whipped blade broke off into it’s 20 fragments, each flying in a different arc towards the giant man, then eventually returning to the hilt that remained in Yuudai’s grasp. While the blades would fly, Yuudai would fling himself forward, going directly at the giant with the aim of using Setsura’s ability if he should pierce the man’s skin. Throwing Serpent’s Tongues hilt into the air on his way, Yuudai drew out his second katana as well. The hilt of the Seventh Sword lingered in the air, awaiting any commands that Yuudai would order mentally. for now, the blade would await for the fragments to return to their place.

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Chakra: 315/350:

One could easily say charging in against a bigger, larger enemy was just asking for disaster to happen. Especially when the monstrous opponent was carrying a massive club that could simply crush an individual with the amount of force that would be behind it. The Aisu that was charging already had some things in mind for the hulking individual, knowing that it’d be difficult for the opponent to get two consecutive strikes in. With the size of the club and the individual, he knew the best time for himself to strike would be the gap that would be created after the first strike of the giant. After all, a club of that size, even with the strength behind the wielder, would take some time to prop back up in to a swinging position, given the momentum needed to raise it back up. A club that was coming straight down towards him, something that could easily be dodged with the correct timing. Waiting until he was just about in range of the club, with being able to sense its downward descent, Yuudai used his right foot as a pivot, spinning towards his right and pushing off with his non-pivoting foot. A moment later, the club came down on his previous location, leaving a pile of dust to cover the area. Yuudai, at the moment had stopped his trek as the 20 fragmentations of Serpent’s Tongue attacked the target, the first doing barely any amount of damage, but the following 19 doing moderately more amounts of damage than the first would. Directly afterwards, the fragments had taken another route, going away from the giant and making their way back to the hilt of Serpent’s Tongue. As this was going on, Keiko’s jutsu had taken effect, as four tendrils loomed out of the ground, snaking around the hulking figure’s feet and legs, rooting him in place.

With the Sannin being just a few meters away from the giant whom was stuck in place, the Aisu clan head turned around to face him, having to tilt his head upwards to look directly into the eyes of the giant. His two katanas reseathed as an idea had just came to his person. "Perish." With the words escaping from the Seventh Swordsman of the Mist, Yuudai attempted to use the one technique he never had the opportunity to use, the one technique that focused in the one specialization he wished to advance himself in. Genjutsu. The technique being one he had read into religiously one night where he remained restless, yet he never truly had the opportunity to be able to use it in an applied sense. It wasn’t one he developed on his own, in fact it was one that was widely used by numerous amounts of individuals given the basic necessities of the jutsu. While it wouldn’t be that great of assistance in the fight with the rooted man, it was best to see if it would actually work with his previous knowledge. The Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique was one where the individual’s senses were distorted, playing towards their individual fears. Quickly forming the rat hand seal, one of the very basics of a shinobi, was the only thing required aside from keeping the target in a visual range of fifteen meters. With the giant keeping his eyes on the male Hyōton user, it was far simpler for the novice genjutsu user to apply the technique to his willing victim. This was purely instinctual on Yuudai’s behalf, he never really wanted to see the benefits of such a technique midst a war inside of his village, but if he could learn the applications behind the jutsu now, it would prove to be useful; however miniscule the effect would be for a low ranking jutsu, in the long and short term benefit of the Village Hidden in the Mist. From Yuudai’s understanding of the genjutsu he had just used, the unnamed giant of a man would now be beginning to experience a cyclone of some sorts, and given the weather around them, it would likely be purely of dust, given that snow was highly unlikely given the ice release jutsus that had been used thus far. He wondered what the man would be seeing after that, as once the illusionary cyclone would disappear, the victim would be subject to their greatest fear, whatever that would be. Would it be butterflies? Cats? Hamsters? Flowers? Yuudai honestly had not a single clue what the man could be possibly afraid of given his stature compared to other individuals, but it was evident that the man had limited experiences with dealing with genjutsu. Though Yuudai could tell that the genjutsu he had just used had taken its effect on the Seven Bells member, the fear was evident on his face for moments, enough that it was clearly time to strike.

The hilt of Serpent’s Tongue floated in the general vicinity of Yuudai by now, though the Aisu had already decided on his next movements, once against going after the giant with both his katana’s wielded; Setsura in his left hand and his unnamed blade in the opposing right hand. He didn’t need the third weapon in his hands, it would do the job itself. With the Aisu charging, Yuudai threw his unnamed weapon aiming to minisculely damage the giant, given the regenerative abilities Yuudai had earlier assumed he possessed. If the cells in the mans body would focus on that area, it was far easier for the Aisu to use Setsura to aid in the finishing blows. With the first katana now occupying the giant’s left kidney, Yuudai pulled wound up his left arm before thrusting it straightforward, aiming for the opposite kidney, and the effects of the hyōton blade ready to strike, his first true opportunity to see Setsura’s newest enhancement. From what he gathered, freezing liquids would also apply to that of blood, but he had not the slightest clue on the true effects it would have upon the unique specimen that he and Kitahara Keiko were going against. With Setsura piercing straight through the man, it was clear that his regenerative abilities were restricted to a single area. Now, he just had to quickly get himself out of the area, given that the blows would easily cause the man to escape the earlier genjutsu that he had placed. Grabbing his previously thrown katana with his free hand, tightening the grips he had on both weapons, Yuudai jumped, pushed his feet against the man’s chest in hopes to launch himself backwards, before the giant could possibly strike with his club once again.

In mid-air, Yuudai quickly reseathed both his katanas, Serpent’s Tongue flying towards him, the bladed fragments seemingly avoiding him upon command. Landing miraculously on his feet, yards away from the target he had to eliminate, Yuudai’s final command was simple. Serpent’s Tongue would taste it’s first victims blood. The blade practically came to life, darting straight out before curling up in to an ‘s’ shape that was a meter long. With a final dart forward, Yuudai charged for the man one last time, Keiko would be able to launch any attack she could, as soon as Yuudai came in range of the man for Serpent’s Tongue to strike the bladed weapon did so, aiming directly for the man’s neck, aiming to decapitate him. Hopefully the sole female member of the squad he was assigned wouldn’t be squeamish towards blood. Then again, Yuudai never did prefer killing, but it was necessary now. The fate of the village would depend upon it. If a little more blood was placed upon Yuudai’s hands, so be it, as long as the village had a chance of survival, he would take the guilt that came along with it.

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Chakra: 290/350: