The air felt dense, and was noticeably dry. A single bead of sweat formed on his nose, sitting still for just a moment before slinking down, curving around the nostril, and creeping down to his upper lip. The very tip of a tongue slipped out, licking away the tiny bead before hopeful purple eyes lifted up to view the sky. It was empty and still, few clouds daring to drift by the scene of coming war. Faintly, he could hear the cries of his superior officers spoke. He didn't listen though - not with all his heart, not with all his attention. His mind, instead, calculated one equation after the next, configurations, strategies, variables, potential outcomes. The terrain, the enemy, the allies... Every variable, independent and dependent that he could think of swam through his mind as he considered how this battle may proceed; and the implications any of the two possible outcome might have on the world.
Here, at this grand stage, no matter who fought. No matter who died. No matter who survived... There were only two outcomes. That was always how it was. Only two. They could win, or they could lose. But from each of those bases, there were several, possibly hundreds, of roots that could spread. The world as they know it, or knew it, could change - would change - depending on the outcome of this battle.
While others might have wasted their time with such things as worry or concern, Kumoro Takashi did not. Instead, he was focused on the battle before him. His actions would not come without thought, his survival would not be left up to something as sinister as chance or luck. No. His survival would come as a direct result of careful calculation and execution of well-thought-out strategy; that, or his death would come from poor execution of this strategy.
He knew, from at least some basic standpoint, the strengths and weaknesses of those who lined up at his sides to fight for the same cause as he. The powers wielded by those superiors, by those under them, and the ranks beneath them. This enemy was not one he was blind to, no. He'd spent plenty of time analyzing the structure of the enemies faced thus far. The areas they exceeded in, the areas they lacked in. Here and now, this information would be tested in perhaps the most important fight of his life; one which could, which would, pave a new path into the future.
His own specialties didn't make him the best for close combat fighting; if anything, he was much better suited for support and more tactical based fighting. In an effort to more greatly expand his skills in many aspects, he began studying the art of Fuuinjutu. Knowledge of this art, at this point, was rather expansive. Grasp of the basics was perfect, and now he'd begun experimenting with and studying more advanced skills in the art. If things went as planned, he'd be able to try out a few of his experiments on some fallen enemy soldiers. Although, this was more of a secondary goal, rather than a primary objective.
As the kunai, shuriken, and arrows fell from the sky, Kumoro traced them with his precious purple eyes. There was no reason to fret, as several walls of earth jutted out, forming protective barriers which shielded the ranks of man from the unyielding assault. Golems rose and charged forward, some cut down by exploding boulders launched through the air by well aimed catapults. The display of strength and ingenuity to start was impressive; but there was no doubt things would get a lot more cataclysmic as the battle continued.
When the opportunity presented itself, the men charged, engaging in battle; striking with their swords and longarms, and defending with their shields and closely timed dodges. Kumoro didn't charge, though. He let those near him press their assault on their own, instead moving to the outer most column of the legion - to his left - and finding room to maneuver. Once there, he withdrew a single note with a number of markings strung across it, and a single kunai. Slapping the not onto the kunai, Kumoro aimed for a position near the center of the incoming wave of enemies. With one good swing, Kumoro's right arm whipped around, releasing the kunai with just enough power to arc through the air, sailing cleanly over his own men and towards the center of the incoming army.
"Tch." His hands slapped together quickly, forming three seals before he released another breath. "Release." In a small cloud of smoke, the single kunai - which would have been intercepted by an observant enemy - mutated into something close to 100 kunai. The number was somewhere between 85 and 100, because that's been the average each time testing the technique; however, Kumoro's been having some trouble maintaining a constant outcome of 100. This test had pretty good results though, as the number was more near the desired and maximum capacity - that was good.
As the hail of kunai fell upon the enemies, he watched as many were initially struck in the chest, necks, legs, and stomach; and to good affect, as it killed many and hindered several others - which would make the job easier for his allies. Then, his hands came together a second time, this time forming a single seal. Those enemies who were hit with the kunai he'd unleashed - the ones who weren't killed - were then trapped in a Genjutsu. His attacked worked on two levels, one physical attack and one non-physical. Those who made physical contact with his kunai, which was laced with his chakra, would then, after formation of his hand seal, be caught within his genjutsu. Although, spreading his chakra over a large number of bases was difficult, especially considering the number of base kunai wasn't perfect yet, so the type of genjutsu was more basic, though sly.
Several of the enemies' perceptions had been altered lightly in order to influence their mental activity; forcing them to believe events were happing slower than they actually were. In battle, this was the deciding factor, the dividing line, between your certain death or survival. Scores of enemy soldiers were now reacting with timing that ultimately shattered their formations. Early swings of their weapons, horribly timed dodges and blocks... These soldiers were cut down in the blink of an eye. More than 90 that time, and the Genjutsu seems to have effected everyone who wasn't initially killed. That's good...
Testing his measures, still, Kumoro stayed in his position as his men charged forward still. Instead, he walked forward somewhat slowly, watching as the battle truly began. What would come next? Did it matter? The world was about to change...
"Do not ask any questions. Don't tell me anything. You have no rights. The only thing you do have is the rope holding the blade of the guillotine, safely suspended above the necks of your friends. Make no mistake, woman. This is not a negotiation, it's an order."