Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

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The capital city of Raikou no Kuni, nestled between mountain peaks in the center of the country. Its altitude and location lead to common snowfall, though it is not necessarily cold throughout the year, clear days often leading to be as warm as summer. At the southern end of this star-shaped city lies a great stone bridge spanning a large lake, connecting to the road back down to the rest of the world. The home of both the Daimyo and Kamiza, the Onigami Compounds.

Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by Knyves » Fri Sep 07, 2012 1:16 pm

His ears rang. It was the first thing he thought as he tried to drag himself from the rubble. Too slow. The sage had taken a couple steps back, and it was all Shin could do to jump away from the blast radius and shield himself with the Kamikaze Tate and Mizukabe. With his ears on fire and his nerves twitching and convulsing, he lay in the trees far off to the side, when all of a sudden, he could feel the tugging of flight chakra on Seisuiken.

"Oh no you don't!" Growling, Shin sealed away the sword, pulling himself to his feet shakily, before stumbling back into the clearing and the rubble. The side effects of the near call were starting to subside, but the Bat Sage was nowhere to be seen. He ran?! What a coward!

Black eyes quickly surveyed the destruction. Aside from himself, there was not a single survivor of the three companies. What a monster that could do that... From that train of thought Shinkousha's attentions were drawn skyward as the meteor plummeted. Another attack?! Did this one have the same destructive capacity? Either way, it was headed toward the main camp!

Hobbling at first, Shinkousha soon settled into a full sprint, running headlong into the camp. He pulled up short, screaming for soldiers to get clear, but it was too late. The kid on fire was nuking soldiers left and right.

"Oh, so the Sage leaves me the runt to fight?! Pathetic!" Slapping through the zodiac symbols required, Shinkousha mustered his chakra, activating the seal in his mouth as he expelled the flood of water. His chakra took charge, shaping it almost immediately as it exited his mouth. The enormous serpent lifted into the air, before surging forward to slam into the other shinobi. Drawing two tagged kunai from the seals in his palms, Shin tossed the weapons to either side of the dragon. Just let the punk evade!

"Everyone, get clear! Continue the evasion, push through the broken gates and charge! I'll handle this punk!" Maybe then, without his own soldiers in danger, Shin could really let loose on the comet-man that had interupted his delicious duel with the Bat Ninja!

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Name: Suiryuudan -- Water Dragon Projectile
Rank: B
Range: Far (30m)
Jutsu Type: Ninjutsu
Elemental Affinity: Suiton - Water
Clan: N/A

Description: The staple technique of any Chuunin Suiton master, the shinobi will first perform 12 seals to activate the technique, and then use either water nearby, or, in Shinkousha's case, water summoned from his seal, to form a massive oriental style dragon made of water to attack, rend, and consume his foes. This technique can be controlled for a short period of time after activation (2 posts, the activation and initial attack post, and the one directly following it). Any more time requires additional chakra be spent to prolong the creation's life span.
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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by Kaitou » Fri Sep 07, 2012 2:15 pm



High above the battlefield three ships descended through the clouds. Across each deck was an intermingling of mercenaries, sailors, and most importantly medical units. Underneath the banner of the bloodied wing these men and women were only arriving for a singular purpose. For once, the group would arrive for a mission other than warmongering, which is ironic since what they did this day was the original reason for its creation. Perhaps, the difference lay in the variation in the commander who led them into the dark clouds of war.

Framed in the light of the moon, Sammael Kyoka's vision penetrated the gap between the ship and its eventual destination. His hand gripped remnants of the Leviathan’s railing to the point where the whites of his knuckles were the only indication of it shattering. A sigh pervaded the air before the former daimyo dispersed the oaken wood in a mist of brown dust. There was no reason to let the whiles of human nature bring him to emotion. Could the man really say that this sudden turn of events was surprising? No, better to distance himself in the void of duty than succumb to the desires of the other blood that ran through his veins.

"What is this? A rare sight indeed." The lanky form of one Zouka Michio leaned nonchalantly against the railings. One eye cast upon the offending arm of his commander while the other roved over a particular set of amazons which had joined in their last rally. "The fearless arbitrator is human?"

Kyoka slid his free hand into the opposite pocket of his brown pants. Beneath his brow the man gave Michio a look so cold the boy felt the need to take a step away to avoid spontaneously combusting where he stood. Still, the youth recovered beneath one of his usual coy grins. You could hardly tell that the same man had suppled his mother's teat just around the corner from a street getting blown to tiny fragments of cobblestone.

The youth looked down into the abyss, lips thinning not from anxiety but another concern, "When do we notify, Kaitou?"

"We don't. Any man who disobeys this rule will lose his life within the hour.
Prep the troops. Icarus sorties in five."



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On one of the flanking airships, Michio, stood at the forefront of a column of men a hundred strong. Lost in his own thoughts, the young captain hardly had time to consider the survival rate of his troops. Usually, safety of his men absorbed his entire being on a mission, but this wasn't the band. More accurately this platoon did not belong to him nor to Icarus for that matter. Every man who lined the ship's deck in waiting already knew their participation likely meant an early arrival to the grave. Still, every one of them chanced it for the sake of their country. These were the lightning faithful in mercenary troupe which held no allegiances. In the final moments prior to impact each would hold fast to their own reasons for protecting the nation.

The captain had no time for such indulgences. His white cloaked form emblazed with the emblem of a roaring lion roved the bow of the ship with an escort of some odd twenty shields and weapons from his personal armory. He would be well protected when push came to shove, but the ship, men, and medical units were in danger of being shot down before they even made contact with the ground. What kind of rescue mission entailed breaking themselves on the enemy's back by having one ship ride point? That's just how it always seemed to go when it came to Icarus. They had made their name cloaked in the reason of lunacy.

"Incoming!"



A hail of arrows pestered the unnamed airship like a gnat breaking against the flank of a raging bull. A few slipped through to deflect off of a man's shield, however the group was all smiles. If that was all they had to look forward to then entrance would be a cake walk.

"Incoming!"



This time it was a flock of wild javelins with heads the size of small boulders. The scream for cover was enough to align the platoon in a group of upraised shields. Meanwhile, the ship's cannons attempted to shoot the majority of the weapons out of the sky. Unfortunately, two penetrated their defenses, taking a duo of ten men with them. They had survived and the ship was still intact. All that was left was to navigate their way through the cluster of battles in the sky to reach the first rally point.

"Drop the lines. Everyone prepare for deployment. Med units find your breaching party! The hell? You, over there, with the toy gun. Yes, you. Put some [badword] armor on!"

"Incoming!"



Two hundred meters from getting in range of the nearest building an unidentified object completely reamed the ship in two. The sounds of pained screams were only drowned out by the panic of fire bursting across the airship like an invading poison cloud. Men and women alike literally flung themselves overboard with their accompanying medical personnel with the hopes that the lines would provide enough safety against a fall that would likely kill half of them when the rope ended a hundred meters above ground.

Michio, had been launched at an upwards angle away from the wreck along with his arsenal of weapons and a female med-nin who seemed determined to wring the very life from his neck. Despite this he only had eyes on the relatively small dragon that had sent his ship in pieces towards the streets. The most aggravating thing was he wasn't even sure if the two were on the same side.

"Welcome to mother. [badword]. Kumo."

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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by carcinoGeneticist » Fri Sep 07, 2012 3:03 pm


Otoha surveyed the carnage sweeping across the village, a low laugh rumbling deep in his throat. An Onigami had come to his "rescue", it seemed, the popular Dragon Otaku stationed in Kumogakure. The Onigami's opponent, in turn, had engaged the black dragon... was that the guy from all the wanted posters? Impressive.

Airships flowing in from one direction, energy attacks from the other, courtesy of the masked Samurai... people couldn't just mind their own goddamn business, could they? It wasn't even his village that was under attack.

A roar of defiance, and Otoha's wing closed about his body, burning with energy. As the blades of energy neared his position, he simply dropped through the air, the lack of action from his wings serving well enough to throw his body into a dive. As he neared the ground, he spread them once more, releasing the energy. As he slowed, coming to hover above the village, the energy would tear outward, a pitch-dark wave of energy ravaging through the skies, tearing through anything unlucky enough to be on the same plane, from Raika's dragons to the tallest buildings, and anything in between. Releasing the energy binding his body in its draconic form, Otoha reverted to his more human appearance, save for the sharply formed obsidian-and-red draconic limb formed in place of his missing arm. His body cloaked in fuuton energy, he oriented his fall towards the administration complex's highest remaining tower. Swapping from a cloak of wind to one of lightning at the last moment, he tore through one side and out the other, finally landing at ground level in a crouch. His left hand, still of flesh, would reach to brush against the case strapped to his back, fuuton chakra passing into the chakra panel. A rush of air, and a set of eleven weapons would become unsealed, floating around his body in a ring formation. At his front, a massive blade with teeth-like edges, and two long-daggers of a similar design. At his sides and back, a series of almost identical blades, set apart by the designs set into their pommels: a target, a magic circle, a white banner, a white hammer, an eye, a wedge and block, a compass arrow, and an open hand. Wayfinder, the blade bearing the marking of a compass arrow, would float into his left hand, and Widowmaker, the blade marked with a hammer, would make its way into the draconic arm.

Whenever his opponent appeared, he would be ready.
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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by Hanya » Fri Sep 07, 2012 3:24 pm

It was time for things to get accomplished. This small battle had done its job, it had woken up the people of Kumo. They had become lazy and stagnant, transforming themselves into an empire that had only managed to unify their own lands, and even that had just been proven false. The threat that sought to wipe out the village had been born on its own soil, forged by time, struggle, defeat, and resolution. The men and women that attacked sought not to destroy, but to reclaim, to reclaim their own lands from what they deemed the greater evil, and they had made a deal with the devil to get the chance. But what devil? Certainly not Otoha, for he was evil incarnate, but he was only the catalyst, he was not the chemist.

Gazing out at the damage that was being done to his home, The sole survivor of the eradication of Kumo's council looked on, face as stern as stone with not even the slightest flinch as buildings toppled and bodies met their end. Of course this was much more than he had expected, an army of sheer numbers could be repelled, but what he had done, it was far worse than that. The amount of threats were sureley diminishing, but those that survived were far more dangerous than anything he had expected. The Black Dragon had most definitley outdone all expectations.

"Alright. Its time to make this counter attack. Where is Otoh... Omoi... Where is Omoi... She what.... Oh hell... Well then you.. Youre in charge now. Get three teams together and go contain that bijuu. Send the rest to the gates to cut off any more troops from... I know its blown up... wait what...Again? Fine... Just get rid of all these invaders!"

The Bolt op closest to the man nodded with his final instructions and headed out, a group of Bolt Ops following him.




A large chakra arm toppled an already crumbling building, grasping a shinobi girl that was too injured to avoid its grasp. She quickly whithered as Ian smiled, satisfied that she was a decent meal. He never felt the group approach him, and never heard them, only the whistle of a dozen Kunai gave him the slightest inkling that something was wrong. Throwing the woman, he jumped upwards, avoiding the barrage of metal that soon turned into a barrage of explosions. Back back back he jumped until the explosions stopped and he could make out the outline of a person where they had come from. Reaching his arm out to grab them, he was abrubtly and painfully shocked, Four large towers having risen from the ground and arcs of powerful lightning bringing him to his knees with a roar. The pain was intense, so much so that he couldn't even think to try and absorb it, instead Letting out a roar loud enough to shatter the pillars and send them crumbling down. From his back an arm sprouted and shot out, grabbing the bolt member that had caused it, but as he did, his body quickly turned to a wooden block that was crushed quickly.

Staring around, Ian only managed to look down as the masked chakra of a bolt member appeared below him, hands risking themselves to pull him into the ground halfway. He was being cornered and he couldn't tell from where, even with all of his new enhanced chakra sensing abilities. Only a sound like thunder alerted him to the ninja coming in above him, lightning almost flying from his hands as he aimed a downwards punch at Ian. He had seen the attack before, he knew exactly which bolt op it was attacking him, but in his transformed state he couldnt put it together quick enough. Instead, he let his body take over, and the oddly formed arm from his back came out and swatted the ninja away, probably killing him. Who knew.

A rumbling sound erupted from the ground as a black chakra tendril ripped itself free, and at the other end another ninja was in his grasp, his struggling slowly dying out. In a few moments he would be dead from chakra exhaustion. The ground having broken, Ian managed to pull himself up for just a moment until a flood of water toppled him over, and some strange chakra cutting sword severed the arm that was draining the ninja. A moment later another large burst of lightning hit the water, shocking the shit out of Ian and causing him to be washed away down a street.

Bolt ops were no Damn Joke.

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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by Art » Sun Sep 09, 2012 10:54 am

Blue eyes looking forward, He knew what waited behind him.
The only thing Nihon could hear was the struggling hum of his air shield fall to the charging electrical current.

A smile… Otoha had smiled.

The corner of his mouth curved upward into a pathetic excuse of half a smile. He had done it… He had gotten through to him. Nihon felt relief, having exhausted more chakra than he expected his body just struggling to stand, however giving up was okay… cause friendship conquered, at least for today.

…However he couldn’t have been more wrong.

Still holding onto Otoha Nihon watched has he reached over a pulled a kunai from his holster. Nihon watched as the smile that danced on Otoha’s lips changed becoming wicked in nature. Drawing the blade slowly, he could sense his friend debating whether to push the blade deep into his chest or string it across his throat.


“…Bastard.” He muttered through clenched teeth.

Nihon could feel Otoha lower his armor, as he placed the kunai on his own arm.
If there was an opening… it was now more than ever.

Charging his chakra between the wedges of his fingers Nihon was going to release his most advanced of wind techniques… The dancing crescent blades…. Harvesting the uncontrollable nature of the wind these jagged are powerful yet unpredictable in nature…. However being this close… Being able to avoid the attack would be impossible.

Still holding onto Otoha’s collar Nihon could feel the power charge in his hands, cutting sensitive skin between his fingers he paid it no attention. Watching as Otoha severed his own arm… Nihon pleaded with this air shield “…common just alittle bit longer”

He was going to end it here… Even if it meant ending himself.

Finally gathering enough chakra for the attack “Dancing crescent….” *Crack*
The vortex of swirling air gave out as the dragons roar shot straight into his back.
Nihon cringed in pain as his body went numb. He could feel his chakra slipping away from his hands…. Otoha just out of his reach…. This wasn’t how this was suppose to happen.

He felt short of breath, coughing a pile of blood fell to the floor. He felt dizzy, his body ached, the room spun around him. His knees shook before giving out on him falling to the floor. His arms shaken, stretched out he tried to catch Otoha in his grip. Digging his fingertips into the ground he pulled himself closer… He would crawl there if he had too.

His vision darkened. He could feel himself moving slower. To act of just breathing was getting more difficult by the second… He couldn’t stop coughing… it felt like he was drowning.

He didn’t even notice where Otoha went… But he felt a warmth dance on his skin… It only hurt as first, before the warmth began to comfort his body. Just keeping his eyes open was becoming a chore.

For some strange reason he heat left his body as his eyelids feel everything went black.

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He felt warmth again… Although a different kind.
It was hard to hear, everything had an echo to it.
His body ached, however it was hard to move.

Slowly his eyes opened again… Looking up seeing Raika over him, he couldn’t control the faint laugh that slip from his lips… instantly regretting it the pain in his chest seemed so sober him up from his stupor.

“What… Whatever yah do… Just don’t give me any of those damn plasma pill”Still he hated those things. In his own opinion those pills were the worst part of getting hurt…

Hoping his words would get some sort of reaction from his healer… They didn’t...She didn’t stay long…. Was it something he said?

Maybe he would have to work on his humor?
As another person came over to take care of him he wasn’t in best of mood.

“quitit…” he whined at the fact of them touching and moving his body against his will. Each touch pain twitched up and down his body.

“Yer obnoxious…” he admitted in defeat.
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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by Ryuuchi » Sun Sep 09, 2012 6:22 pm

Both his fists rose in the air, side by side as silver energy surrounded them. The glaring eye that could be seen through the small opening of the mask focused on Ryuuchi's red eyes and the fist came down with incredibly force, completely destroying the ground around them and making the ground shake in the are. His fist rose up again as dust covered both of their bodies but unlike before the energy formed a large silver claw. He smiled underneath his mask and then swung his hand down, the impact making the earth shake once again.


Ichigo did not expect the dragon to become a man, the explosion the transformation caused nearly took him off the air. However before him, as his feet touched the ground, was a man and not a beast, a man arming himself from a some sort of box. Ichigo deduced that it was, like many around him, a ninja that the dragon transformation from before must have been due to some kind of bloodline limit or some other strange power, he had lived among shinobi for far too long...it helped understanding them and their abilities, but it didn't please him one bit.
Ichigo's Onigami blood began to boil when he saw the swords, his own blades seemed to vibrate for a moment in response to the large one. Kenshin was leaving his mind and the new opponent was starting to take his place. He gripped his blade and took a step forward, readying the sword as purple energy surrounded not only it but his whole body.

"Oi!"

A voice from his side made Ichigo lose his focus. His eyes shifted to the side to see who it belonged to, it was none other than Kenshin. The Captain stood right next to him, his armor was a mess, pieces were missing and other parts were cracked. But it was then that Ichigo sensed something else directly behind Kenshin, making him jump a few feet away and hold his blade up in defense...what he felt wasn't energy but a strong intent to kill.

"Take this shit and f.uck off..."

The voice from before came from behind Kenshin, followed by the captain's body being thrown at Ichigo's feet. Ichigo could feel that he wasn't dead, but from the looks of it he wasn't in much of a condition to fight any longer. The eye behind his Onimane shifted back to the owner of the voice, it was the same man Kenshin had hit before, but a bit different, his bulky body, his demonic like features, his wings, his tail and his horns had all vanished, though his skin was still black and scaly. Ryuuchi was paying the Onigami no attention, he had his own opponent and Ichigo understood it.
Ichigo bent down and grabbed Kenshin by the arm, easily lifting the large armorer man and jumped away from Ryuuchi and Otoha, flashing the latter a glare behind his mask before disappearing from view.

They closer to their initial location and Ichigo let the captain's body fall to the ground, it seemed that it woke the man up for he began coughing so hard he was forced to remove his helmet and mask. Ichigo's eyes widened when he saw the captain's face, he even moved his own mask to the side no longer fearing a surprise attack. Blood was coming out of his closed left eye and his skin was redder than red all over, parts even filled with blisters. Whatever that man from before had done, it completely wrecked the captain.

"Hey..."

Ichigo's foot pressed against the captain's side and pushed him, making him roll on his back with arms spread out.

"I dunno what happened but you are in no condition to fight. I could take your life right here but I won't, instead you own me one. Got it? Then remember it next time we meet."

Ichigo turned his back to Kenshin and began walking away, but the Captain's voice called out to him, prompting him to stop and turn around. What he saw was a half dead Onigami trying his best to stay on his feet, his armor began turning silver and then into energy, shifting back into the form of a sword. He glared at Ichigo as he lifted his large sword up, aiming the tip at his enemy's chest.

"I rather die than feel such shame..."

The words barely came out of his mouth. Ichigo looked the captain from head to toe, the armor had been damaged, but he didn't seem to have taken that much damage to his body, however considering the state he was in, the damage to his insides must have been incredible. To do such a thing in such a short time, it made him wonder who the man from before was.
The mask on the side of his head crumbled and Ichigo sighed.

"No shame in an interrupted match, I didn't do that to you someone else did. I don't kill half dead soldiers that can barely hold their sword."

He turned around again but another shout stopped him.

"I will not owe a murderer like you any favors!"

Kenshin took a step forward when he shouted but his legs gave out, forcing him to use the sword to stay up. Ichigo slowly turned his head and let out another sigh.

"Tell you what, you owe me what you think you owe me. And if you want then next time we can settle this. I'm leaving."

And with that Ichigo left, headed to check on Ryuhou, leaving Kenshin alone amidst bodies of civilians, kumo nin and mercenaries...curse Ichigo's name.


Ryuuchi caught sight of Ichigo disappearing and then focused completely on Otoha. He wouldn't show it, but the Onigami captain's attacks had taken a toll on his body, he was already weakened to begin with but with those overwhelmingly powerful attacks even his armored skin couldn't protect his internal organs completely...it would be dangerous to continue fighting for much longer, then again he wasn't about to let the runt escape like that.

"..."

One eye closed and the other open like before, the open eye studied the blades in Otoha's hands. He had used some kind of armor and blade combination in the hospital's basement, before turning into a big flying lizard...though it didn't end very nicely for him, however the draconian arm he now sported surprised Ryuuchi. Was he a Ryuujin or a Kirinketsu like him? No, he had similar abilities but everything felt completely different...whatever he was, he was not like him or Omoi.

He had to take the brat out quickly and without putting too much strain on his body, for that he a couple of plans, so he chose to roll with two and save the others as back-up. The scales on his black hands began to shift and form into small and thin knives, his arms immediately crossed and he released the black knives in Otoha's direction, around 20 in number. Right after the knives left his hands, they come back together to form handseals, preparing for a follow-up.

The knives where fast but light, even if they hit head on the probability of them being lethal was small, however Ryuuchi's plan was never to do damage with them. It was simple, the tips of each knife looked solid but it was very easily broken and if Otoha blocked any of the knives the tips would shatter and black scales would immediately attach themselves to whatever was used to block them. Like before these scales would quickly begin to multiply and spread all over the object and hopefully Otoha, not only making his weapons useless but should they reach the body he'd need to repeat his action of chopping his arm off from before or risk being completely encased in black scales and turned into a living statue.

The handseals where for another jutsu, one that Ryuuchi would try to activate if Otoha dodged the knives. His hands would quickly stop at the final handseal and black colored chakra would rise from his body, hopefully prompting Otoha to look at it. If the genjutsu was triggered successfully, Otoha would be trapped in Ryuuchi's world, a deep dark nightmarish realm. The skies and the moon would turn red, the ground would form countless unbreakable hands that would surround Otoha and grab a hold of him. Ryuuchi would also change, it would appear that his body began to liquify into some sort of black liquid that would shoot up and wrap around Otoha, crushing his body before the liquid took the form of a demonic dog head that would eat him whole.

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Name: Akayume (Bloody Dream)
Rank: A-Rank
Range: Any
Jutsu Type: Genjutsu
Elemental Affinity: N/A
Clan: N/A
Description: After a short set of handseals Ryuuchi releases a kind of aura of chakra, this will draw the opponents attention to the chakra but the chakra is actually the trigger, once someone lays his eyes on the chakra he is trapped in the genjutsu. Once the target is trapped in the genjutsu Ryuuchi will also enter an illusion, this is a restriction as well as a way to make it more believable. In the Genjutsu Ryuuchi can create a number of illusions and they are the following:
Immortality- While in real life is is not immortal, in the genjutsu no matter how much the opponent cuts him to pieces or blows him up he will be able to piece himself together in the weirdest and sickest ways.
Full or Partial Transformation- Ryuuchi can turn an arm for example into a kind of Hell Hound with multiple eyes and fangs.
Scenery Change- Ryuuchi can also change and control the scenery around him.
This Genjutsu uses up good amount of chakra which can be troublesome in combat and Ryuuchi cannot move or know off his surroundings during it's activation but these restrictions also make it harder for one to break this genjutsu, mainly in the controlling and stopping of his owns chakra flow through the use of Kai.

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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by Raika » Mon Sep 10, 2012 9:27 pm

Another stream of curses flew from her lips as all of her summons in the air were massacred, a silent ache in her heart as the casualties just kept piling up....

She'd have to take what few survivors remained to Sanctuary herself, on foot.

"Oi! All survivors to me! We're tearing through the hellhole to our last line of defense! Those who can walk, help those who can't! Those who can fight, protect everyone! WE ARE KUMO, AND WE'LL STAND BACK UP NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES THEY KNOCK US DOWN!" she shouted over the chaos, brandishing her katanas and slicing the nearest few enemies in half.

A few tired, rousing cries was what she got in return, but it was good enough as civilians and shinobi alike formed up, some carrying the injured, others grabbing anything they could use as a weapon if they didn't already have one.

"Tsukiyo, make sure no one falls. I'll lead the way."

"Yes, Raika-dono."

The black-haired man in a doctor's coat pushed up his glasses, hands faintly glowing.

Raika roared a fierce cry as she lunged into the heat of battle, massacring all who dared stand in her way, gathering more and more people as she moved for their final hope of saving all who would otherwise be killed in the fights of more powerful shinobi.




Hundreds of corpses fell from the sky, and still her eyes were dead. Her tears already flowed; more death meant nothing.

Nothing... a flicker of dark humor in her mind, remembering a time when she had saved Ulquiorra-san from complete nihilism.

A dragon's corpse landed beside her, splattering her with hot blood.

She simply walked on, taking to the rooftops now for a better view of Otoha's battle.




She had run for her life when the energy beam tore through her attackers and all the buildings in its path, ending up almost tripping in front of one of the white-haired samurai who had been fighting earlier....

Blue eyes looked up to meet black, then looked at the red seeping down his face from somewhere around his headline, and as she regained her balance she took her pack off of her back, pulling out a roll of gauze and other basic medical supplies, her sheathed Konbuki still hanging from her right hip.

"...could you come down here so I can bandage that?"
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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by Tsuuki » Tue Sep 11, 2012 3:15 am

While roars and rampage rumbled through the residencies, the recent rousing of the robust ronin had readied the response to the rebels. Momona tightened her lips against a smirk as the civilians followed her example, lining up before her with their modest or family heirloom weapons. Some even had gardening tools, but this wasn't strange for the ninja whose entire arsenal was kitchenware. A name that chilled her spine was muttered twice somewhere at the far end of the crowd, and her black eyes skirted across an unfamiliar individual at that range, wielding two tomahawks and immediately obvious to be of formidable skill. Next to him she recognized a fellow member of the Police Force, and noticing their association she trusted this new guy to be on their side.

"You there, we could use you. I don't believe you're a Kumo-nin, but I don't think those raiders will care either way. Up to you." Momona's eyes went to Mainasha, though the movement of the black orbs of the Koumori would be difficult to notice. She gave her peer a silent, understanding nod, supposing that the two were in love--the lovers always fled. Her gaze hardened again as it swept over the crowd, the sounds of raiders in the distance growing louder.

The strength of her arm surged with graceful might as she lifted her human-sized metal spatula up with ease, pointing it along the middle of the crowd. "I want this half to take to the alleyways and roofs, the rest will follow behind me down the street," she ordered, not swayed by the blasts in the distance and the cries from a nearby neighborhood but her ears visibly drawing them in. "We can cut them off at Henshen's shop, go quickly but silently. When you hear the big 'thud,' that's your signal. Now move!" she whispered fiercely, turning around and marching forward. The crowd responded, clumsily and uncertain at first but following into order as the Koumori charged off fearlessly, with or without them.


Around the corner a mercenary frontline was sieging its way forward, tearing through doorways and windows where they could, and hacking away at anything in their path. By this point some had wondered where the citizens were, though none had spoken up about it over the hoots and snarls of the raid. But suddenly their sounds went quiet, and their advances slowed as they stared off at the amazon woman that had just ran into the opening and faced them; tall, sturdy, and eyes burning black like coals. Her white outfit resembled a noodle cook's, lined with cooking utensils, one of which she held challengingly out as she slowly stepped forward. There were quiet laughs from the mob, then a wavy-haired man at the point strolled forward cockily.

"We was wondering when we'z would see us anotha ninja--guess we'll hafta keep looking, boys!" he shouted back to his men and their supportive cackling. The girl did not sway, and as the two neared the mercenary was becoming steadily aware of her height advantage. "Seriously, babes, hows about yous go back to yer kitchen and bring us something to eat, eh?" This got a roar of laughs from his men.

Her advancing stopped and the mercenary stopped too, confident in his safe distance. Even so, he still needed to look up to reach her all-black eyes. "Why go back? I got something fer ya to eat right here," she smirked, her bat-ears twitching. Now the mercenaries were hooting and oo'ing, looking to their spokesman for his retort.

"Oh yeah, sugar? I don't knows what part of you is a bigger joke; dat giant spoon, or your giant ass!" He cracked, his men applauding but disappointed.

"It's not a spoon," replied the cook-nin flatly.

The man rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Oh sorry, I means dat ladle or spatula or whatevers you do with that thing," he rambled, almost reaching his insult but interrupted by becoming flattened into a gory pancake by a swift overhead smash from the weapon he mocked. The ground-quaking 'thud' from it made it instantly clear this wasn't any light metal, such as Koumori steel.

Momona effortlessly twirled the weapon back to its ready, turning her body towards the horrified mob but keeping her face at the unidentifiable mess. "You forgot meat tenderizer," she quipped terribly. She looked to the shaken frontline of mercenaries and fell into a readied stance, just as citizens turned the corner behind her and others emerged from alleys and rooftop with weapons.

"Who's hungry?"




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After watching her former mission-partner descend to the ground as a fireball, and then hearing the ensuing massacre in the camp beyond, the lavender-haired Koumori proceeded through the forest without hesitation. It wouldn't be part of the plan if everything went as planned," her father's ludicrous reflection on the nature of the Hantaa echoed through her mind, but all the same quite true of their shipmates. Her mind went on tangents as much as her father's, but with her it was constant calculations instead of flippant philosophies, and so instead of drifting to memories as she swept through the familiar Kumo forests her mind instead was figuring how the trees might have grown over her time away. It was nostalgia in her own way but also practical, and she reached a secret entrance into the village in moments, gathering her bats into her cloak before she vanished inside.



In a glistening-new padded chamber, peculiarly furbished for his species, sat a confused mallard in a robe. "Where the quck am I," muttered Saint Ahiru, rising to his webbed feet and shaking his tail feathers bitterly while he waddled to a door his size. Last he remembered he had been in nest with a fine-ass fowl when an explosion had rudely awakened them--next there was an alarm that he never remembered installing, then he was rocketed down a long and terrifying passage. His chick was nowhere in sight--nobody was, he realized, as he stepped out through the door and into an empty corridor. It was eerie: the construct was brand new and never used, yet there was aging apparent on the surface. This hallway seemed to have been untouched for years.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared from around the corner, surprising the kage steward since not a sound had been made to have warned him. It immediately convinced him to be a ghost, but in the dim light he managed to spot distinct ears. A Koumori?

"Why, Kage-Steward, privilege to meet you," she spoke with a hushed voice, walking determinedly but cautiously as she turned her face down every branching hallway. As she came to him she motioned him to walk along, and together they went down the hall though Ahiru had to power-waddle to keep up with the focused girl.

"Er, greetings young Koumori--if you don't mind me asking, just what is going on?" he stammered while quacking with his efforts.

"The worst, I'm afraid," came an only half-sympathetic answer. "Your BOLT Commander has betrayed everyone within these walls." Her head was still twisting at every tangent hallway, and once or twice she abruptly turned down them, setting Saint Ahiru now to waddle behind her with all his ducky might.

"Where--quaaack--are--quaaack--we?" he sputtered.

She didn't slow down a bit, but at least said her reply loud enough for him to hear. "In the trust fund investment of Kumo's Sannin."

He faltered a bit and fell even further behind. "But Kumo hasn't had Sannin since Tsuuki--" and suddenly it made sense.

At last the Koumori turned when speaking, eyes still protected by black-lensed goggles while her smirk went unobscured without any hair on the left third of her scalp. "Correct, just before he ensured it would be hidden from the BOLT database. Then after Aporo-sama disappeared, that left only one person with the knowledge of this place."

Saint Ahiru paused as he soaked this in, then had to rush again as Koromi turned sharply into a side room. When he caught up, she was already jabbing buttons at a panel in front of an empty platform. When she finished, there was a hum of electronics setting into motion. "So? What is this place?" he asked, hoping for a straight answer.

"Sanctuary," she replied in her quiet voice, black-eyed goggles watching as a figure lowered onto the platform, and suddenly she forced herself away holding her mouth. Saint Ahiru turned back to the descending object, and felt the same reaction though without fingers to hold his beak.

The mechanisms had been designed to safely withdraw certain priceless artifacts of Kumo upon activation, all of which was happening in a blink of an eye across the village. This chamber was designated for the statue of Long Fei, and with it came the desecrated forehead protectors--and the severed head, still balanced on the petrified former Raikage.

Koromi had turned back to face it, knowing it would be hypocritical of her not to stare unflinching at death given the blood on her own hands. "From what I can see, the people of Kumo could use one right now."

Without any further delay, the sleek bat-girl pushed forward and respectfully climbed Fei's statue to reach the perched head. "Well, c'mon and help me quick before Raika and the villagers sees this," she said glumly, not enjoying a hiccup in her operation. She lifted the head and said a whispered prayer, brief especially due to not recognizing the face, and then immolated the skull completely with her Fire chakra while Saint Ahiru collected the forehead protectors.


High above, the ground sobbed in pain and woe as chakra attacks grated away at its skin.



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Everything had been turned upside-down, and that was something strange to be bewildered by as a bat-person. Momona remembered feeling pride, and hope, and seeing with her nocturnal eyes in the approaching dawn the people of her neighborhood rising above their attackers and striking them down, sometimes even with inferior weaponry. It hadn't occurred to her that she had annihilated more of the enemy than the militia together, her attention was fixed on the mercenaries she witnessed be utterly triumphed by the determination of the people who called Kumo home. Together and with the surprise of synchronized resistance Momona and the rallied citizens were making an astounding push back, reclaiming their streets from the invaders.

It was coming back to her now. There were things beyond what she could have expected, and Momona always anticipated a fight. This--this had been slaughter. Creatures unimaginable seemed to seep up through the cracks from Hell, looming over the roofs of their village and erasing neighborhoods with simple strokes. Her scrambled mind was grasping at last-moment memories now, and she was seeing a familiar Kumo BOLT member, pulsating with blackened energy--and then releasing it all in a devastating roar. Momona saw herself now, paused in her tracks along with the civilian soldiers she had rallied, and then the ground beneath them ripped asunder and sent them hurtling through the air.

The sturdy Koumori punched her fist into the ground at her back, and gritting her teeth shoved her body upright, not stopping her momentum until she was standing. A half-dozen blocks had been obliterated, and some blackened skeletons of the buildings there before pencilled in the scenery that had once been there. Scattered around her were some of the fighters that had been with her, but many of the raiders they were about to face appeared to had not been spared by the blast. Whose side was that thing on?

There had been tails, chakra tails. Bijuu tails. If the memories didn't strike her then, they were flooding to her now; the gossip that people underestimated her ears could intercept, about Tsuuki becoming one of the Jinchuuriki. She had known about Supaiku for many years and it hardly phased her then, but these rumors were too much to bear even with her tarnished regard for her father. Unlike the other two existing members of her family, Momona's mind was not as prone to wandering. She had her mother's mind, her mother's body, and her mother's spirit, and she would go down clutching her weapon. The rampaging BOLT member was a monster and proven major threat, and it was up to them to stop him.

"Get up," she calmly ordered to the groaning townspeople around her, surprised by her own lack of breath from the impact. She took a couple deep draws, reaching for her giant spatula and flexing the rigidity of her muscles. It took a little more effort this time for her to lift the weapon, but she did it anyway, and had caught her breath. "Get up!" she shouted this time, stomping along and either yanking some to their feet by their wrists, or picking up some completely by their shoulders. "Get up, you bastards! There's still fight in you, I know there is! Kumo needs us now more than ever, if you let go of your weapons, we let go of the trust of our loved ones!" There were some she pulled to their feet that fell cold and limp to the ground, and she knew at once they were dead. It wouldn't slow her down.

A dozen villagers and a few mixed-in shinobi had risen to her beckoning, shaken but refocused in their situation. The street before them had been decimated, and so without discouragement Momona clambered up a split building and went dashing along the ruined rooftops, a few armed men following her and a few others following other shinobi. From this point they could see BOLT members organizing a strike against the half-transformed Ian, and Momona felt regret that she missed an opportunity to beat them to the punch.

There was a fearsome combo attack that managed to stun and shift Ian down the Kumo streets in a flash-flood, delivering him right in-between the militia. They knew at once what to do, and a half dozen villagers rushed down from the rooftops to attack Ian. Others let loose their arrows, steam-guns, or whatever ranged weapon they held from the rooftops, and Momona spotted her opening through it all. She leapt off the roof, lifting her giant spatula above her head and guiding it to come smashing down into Ian's center.

All the while, amid all the devastation, the gathering bats went noticed.

"What's the point in joining if...


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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by Kaitou » Tue Sep 11, 2012 1:56 pm

The air pulsed with the corrupted energy that sent chills down Zouka Michio's spine. It was a two sided coin being a Rikugou within a world filled with abominations. They went against the very nature of life itself, running perpendicular to the lay lines that signified the balance held between the planet and its universe. His face twisted in the emotion the 'wrongness" of it all made him feel inside. Like the mess flowing throughout a sewer, so was the former hero.

"Hold on tight." It was a surprise the med-nin could even hear him above the din of the battlefield, but there was little he could do given the situation. A curl in the air shifted their trajectory towards the hospital while he protected the feeble woman from the impending danger.

The woman squeezed halfheartedly. Her eyes were too wide with the fallout happening everywhere. "I...I am."

"Tighter!"

The curse which followed was swallowed up by the sky being rent asunder with the power of chaotic energy. The sound of buildings being crushed by the combined factors of falling dragons and enormous shrapnel spurned the soldier into a nose dive that took the two through the waiting arms of a closed window. Glass shattered into a million pieces as the two rolled across what once was the bedroom of child, evident by the many stuffed animals sputtering airborne from impact. Luckily, the speed of their fall careened them into the closest with a harsh bang for a dragon wing followed in their wake. The room was crushed under the weight of the mythic creature in a scene depicted over a half mile of the village.

Michio eyes blazed with intensity before mellowing down into quiet shock. The swordsman had survived many a battle, yet the remnants of this attack were proving to be one of the hardest to simple stand upon the battlefield. However, shaking from the woman wrapped in his arms brought the gravity of the situation back full circle. If a man of experience could be rocked, then what did that leave those who knew nothing about the trials of combat? While he was resting on his haunches, there were children losing their lives to the lunacy of their elders. Madness ran rampant throughout Kumogakure and the innocent were the ones who paid the ultimate price for the sins of their leaders.

Michio dusted himself off before standing to look over the precipice inches away from where they had landed, "Can you stand?"

Her only response was a nod of the head. She stood to grab hold of his coat tails as if that were the only solid piece of reality left to her.

"Hold on to me and don't let go until we've reached safety." An arm reached back to wrap around her lithe form, then the young captain shot straight towards the hospital floor. The fiery haze of his hisshoutai chakra rocketing the two towards combat.

Lionheart sprung into Zouka Michio's arms before flaring against the night with its golden beacon of light. Those who held the shadow of fear in their hearts could take solace in that light. The time to rally was at hand.






High above the battlefield, Kyoka stood with arms crossed over his chest. To his back the next wave of Icarus prepared themselves for the inevitable. They too would have fallen to the nuances of such a dangerous combat zone had it not been for careful planning. Albeit, that same plan had seen the end to the first airship in a literal explosion of the unfortunate. In the back of his mind, the businessman in him selected a capital hit attributed to the loss of the ship. Ever the scrooge, the man would find a way to put the vessel under a tax write off somewhere down the line.

A singular seal corresponding with a flash of a golden pentagram slashed through the air to emit a winged servant, "Angelus, I have need of your gifts. While I'm away follow directive twenty-three. You're in charge."

"Yes, master."



A nod was his farewell. Sammael Kyoka punched through night clouds, angled towards the hospital, with naught but a single sword and his wits to safeguard him against the chaos below.

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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by carcinoGeneticist » Tue Sep 11, 2012 3:49 pm

Grunting with effort, Ryuhou rammed Kizoku home, planting it deep within Kagerou's chest, pinning the other Samurai to the cobblestone beneath their feet.

"And [badword] stay dead."

The battle had been... annoying, more than anything. Whatever the samurai's odd killing intent had been, it had all but vanished the moment some obscene mass of off-black energy had roared though their battlefield, Kagerou only surviving the initial blast because Ryuhou had felt compelled to dive forward, saving his opponent's life so that he might end it himself. His act of odd chivalry had apprently thrown the vice-captain off as much as his master's act of sparing the captain's life had, since Kagerou's entire form had gone to shit when he realized that he was indebted to his opponent.

Thing was, the guy was just too damn tenacious.

Ryuhou had beaten Kagerou back and forth across the chakra-blasted clearing where the bijuu bomb had passed, and while Kagerou's attacked had gotten pathetic, he was still excellent at negating damage. Twice Ryuhou had thrown the vice-captain through the remains of a building, the latter time by gripping the samura's ankle and simply attacking the wall with Kagerou as some oversized bludgeon. Every time, the vice-captain had risen, bruised and battered but standing all the same.

"Or at the very least, stay down. Keep the damn sword, just leave me alone already."

Tenacious bastard that he was, Ryuhou doubted that Kagerou would actually die, grievous as the wound appeared. Sure, cutting off his head might have worked, but... attacking a downed opponent, regardless of why he was downed, just didn't sit right.

Maybe they'd fight again one day.

Wayfinder jerked abruptly in Otoha's grip, tugging his arm along for the ride until the tip of the blade was oriented directly towards the oncoming Ryuuchi's center-of-mass. Tossing Wayfinder aside and allowing it to return to formation with his other blades, he called another weapon into his hand, marked by a magic circle. Doomgiver began to glow upon making contact with his exposed flesh, already feasting upon his impressive chakra supply, made much larger by the Abyssal Ritual. As Ryuuchi unleashed the daggers, Otoha would parody the motion slashing towards the still-distant daggers with Widowmaker. Smooth black scales, intentionally made to look like Ryuuchi's own as a further insult, instead of Otoha's normally intricate designs, would flow from his draconic arm and along the blade, finally being released during the slash to impact with the daggers in mid-flight. His gaze would return to his opponent, his eyes would spot the odd chakra cloak, and abruptly, he would sag ever so slightly under his own weight, Doomgiver suddenly almost doubling in its hunger as it wolfed down his chakra, negating a genjutsu he hadn't so much as sensed.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Otoha would smile, black scales sliding unseen along his body, beneath his clothing, finally slipping free of his pants leg and over his shoes in order to stab into the ground below, hidden from view.
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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by Hanya » Tue Sep 11, 2012 8:18 pm

As Ian flew down the streets, sliding and spinning, he reached out, grabbing onto what little bits of building he could, trying to stop from flowing to god knows where. Finallym his chakra arms grabbed something solid and he held there, breathing tiredly as his two tails flailed about. As he hung there he could feel something going on, some strange buildup of energy, and then just like that it stopped. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he knew that something had probably changed in the Bolt-Op's plans. they had an opportunity and they weren't the kind to simply let it go.

*Ping*

His whole body seemed to tense and tremble as a large amount of chakra, or rather a large amount of small chakras appeared around him. Whatever technique the Bolt-Ops had used had shut down his chakra sensing abilities for a moment, and he had failed to notice the incoming assailants, and the barrage of weapons that followed. He smiled, knowing that they were lesser fighters, they had to be to shoot their projectiles at him while their own were jumping in as well. He figured a few of them would get hit, and his chakra cloak would protect him from the rest, but he could feel something off. Deciding not to let any of the stuff hit him, he let out another roar, just like the one that had toppled the lightning pillars, and sent a large concussive wave out from all directions, blowing everyone and everything around him away.

As the sound died down he felt a strange clarity come over him, like a fog had been lifted from him. In fact, what had happened was another tail had disappeared, the chakra enhanced roar, along with the Bolt ops techniques had drained him. Doing so had caused the 8 tails to receded even further into him, and if he didn't feed soon then he would power down even more, and anything less than where he was now would probably mean he would die, and he couldn't have that.

Deep in his thoughts, he almost missed the vibe of another person coming in, and looked up just in time to intercept the giant spatula coming down to flatten him. he had expected something light and easy to toss aside, he would do her just like all the others, but was surprised to find the tool incredibly heavy. His arms were straining just to hold it up, and he wondered what kind of girl this was. She was obviously more talented than the rest of them, and now, just slightly, he could taste her delicious chakra, it had a sort of sweet yet bold flavor to it, like a good barbecue, or at least that's what Ian could relate it to the most. From the forearms of his chakra covered arms, more arms formed, this time many many little ones, creeping around the spatula and grabbing for her legs and body, grabbing for everything they could get a hold of, to drain her dry if they could, to feed himself on her sweet nectar.

Behind him, far in the distance, the bolt ops were regrouping. He had lost a tail, but they didn't know how that had affected his abilities. They weren't about to just rush in blind to get themselves killed. They would let him have it out with the militia for a bit, tire him out, see his strategey.

Then they would strike.
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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by Shinsou » Tue Sep 11, 2012 9:17 pm

[Meanwhile...]


Seishin reached a mountainside and proceeded to claw his way up it until he emerged on its apex. He looked below to watch as Kumogakure continued its process of being torn asunder from the inside of its own confines. In his perusal of the chaos, an enemy base stood out to him as a suitable target. It was a large campground that the mercenaries were using to regroup and further plan their siege into the village.

Stringing together handseals, one sequence after the other, he compounded techniques together. Moving back a ways, he had a running start before he leaped from the edge of the mountaintop and started plummeting to the ground. Wind circulated amongst his form with assistance from Wind Release: Ascension Break, aiming him farther in his trajectory until he sailed toward his desired location like a missile.

Leaders and grunts alike looked up to meet their gaze with the man. The jowls on is abdomen unhinged and the long tongue billowed with the descent as the wind pushed against his body. During this process, Seishin was taking in all of the natural wind like a vacuum, storing it up in a much faster degree than he could have managed if he were simply on the ground. The mercs took aim at the bizarre flying demon, trying to strike it with the random assortment of bladed projectiles before it could reach their confines. Skirting airborne, all of them missed.

"Open wide!"

Both of his mouths grinned with pure malice.

He twisted his body around before impact, cushioning his plummet until he levitated there. The wind that Seishin had managed to gather in his freefall formed together into Wind Release: Guillotine Pulse. Planted dead center within the campground, a thin and potent line jutted outwards from around his torso and blanketed the span of where every mercenary in the area presided. Tents, supplies, outposts, bodies—everything was lacerated through the center, spilling massive amounts of blood in one swift burst. As soon as his feet touched ground, objects and humans in the large radius were blown wayward in the backblast of concentrated air, exploding outward in all directions.

Hundreds of crescent body halves thudded, cursing their involvement with dying breath.
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In her distraction, Asoka had been backed against as three mercenaries drew close. With their swords raised and slashed toward her, she quickly utilized Reduced Heaven in order to halt the forward momentum of the blades, then simply jumped away. Rushing forward at a high speed, she dismounted with a forceful punch into the chest of the middle man. He became pushed into a building, falling to his knees.

With that done, the men to adjacent sides of her swung their weapons in unison. She ducked. They removed each other's heads.

"I didn't even want to get involved in any of this, but I guess there's no helping it."

Another mercenary emerged, and the first one she punched rose to his feet. As the second guy rushed, Asoka guided her hands toward his body. With a sidestep, the person's forward terminal velocity was sped up to a degree that he lost control over his movement. The prone and readied broadaxe the man carried smacked against the body of the one nearest to the building, pushing him from his feet and back into the side of it, cleaved at the sternum. The cranium of the man carried by his own momentum thudded against the building in the same maneuver.

Three more lunged at Asoka from the air. Again she stepped back, then used the same Earth Encounter technique to drive them hard into the ground. Skeletons cracked. She sighed and shook her head, walked forward and avoided stepping on the felled assailants.

"There never is any helping things. It's heartbreaking what lengths some people will go to validate themselves."
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Umehara had made his way into the Shinsou compound and consorted with the upper echelon. Having closed themselves off from the vast majority of social matters concerning the village, it was news that they were disgraced to hear. Many members rallied together in an underground section of the compound, pouring their Kyoton energy into several dozen generators. The clan leader made his way to a large coil, along with two high-ranking sensory types from the clan. Each placed their hands on the coil that holstered the collective mass.

"Let's fuuck them up," declared the leader, a man known as Rairyuu.

Their Keikaigan eyes activated. The sensory shinobi began calling out precise coordinates based on the bioelectrical gradients that they could detect in and outside of the village. Intense, ionized bolts of lightning released from the coil and soared across Kumogakure skies, reaching their mark with precision anywhere across the landscape that the clan leader wanted to hit. All he needed was identification.

Several Shinsou clansmen had been dispatched to identify hostiles from Kumo forces and allies.

"27° 34' 56" N. The left one." Umehara confirmed, speaking through a radio transmitter device to the sensors and leader.

Almost instantaneously after the call, the mercenary attacking a resident had his head splattered with a lightning bolt. This process continued indefinitely. As soon as a mercenary was marked, he was struck down. Soon enough, Umehara reached droves of hostiles.

"5¾ meters, 12:00 straight from my position. Three large groups. No civilians. Rain hell on them."

Rairyuu pulsed chakra through his hand in preparation for an even stronger release. Firing something much larger from the clan pool resulted in obliterating every single mercenary group in the radius that Umehara called out. Their bodies were destroyed to the point of being unrecognizable. The smell of sizzling flesh wafted through the air and was picked up by anyone with an olfactory sense.

The search was still on for more. For Umehara, it had became personal. He watched as his homeland was ravaged by these hired pricks and it made him want to explode with rage. He saw one of them scouting the area and wasted no time in blasting him with a strong bolt, straight to the face, accompanying a throaty grunt. The beauty of a siege was that there were lots of people to smite for catharsis.

"#732, is everything stable? What is your status?"

"Everything is fine. Pissed off is my status."
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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by Ryuuchi » Fri Sep 14, 2012 8:41 pm

Ryuuchi was without a doubt surprised that his genjutsu had not triggered, rather it was canceled before it even had the chance to trigger properly with the chakra aiming to control Otoha's system was dispersed and rejected. However he did noticed the abnormal amounts of chakra being drained from Otoha into one of his swords, it wasn't hard to connect the dots, especially considering that some of his bracelets worked in a similar fashion, only better in his honest opinion. Which actually complicated things, if the sword rejected chakra that meant that most genjutsu and ninjutsu would be useless, he could wait out Otoha since high amounts of chakra were being drained but he seemed to have to spare so it could take a while, he could force Otoha to grow tired but that would require his own chakra levels to drop considerably...and they weren't the same since he killed his demon, if they had fought a year or so before his own chakra pool should have match, if not overwhelm Otoha's.

"Drake..."

He murmured while remembering the demon that had tormented him for most of his life, yet provided incredible power. He couldn't believe how he for even a second wondered if it wouldn't have been better to keep Drake alive inside him, it was a dumb and stupid momentary lapse of judgment to even consider such a thing. But the demon had been more than useful, ever since he freed himself from the seal placed on him by Ryuuchi's father, Ryuuchi's main style of combat shifted considerably, he no longer worried about wasting chakra which allowed him to drop powerful and highly destructive attacks one after another. The chakra dragons he was capable of creating were considered a one-trick-pony however their usage was so incredibly versatile that most of the time he simply used them to overwhelm opponents. If that didn't work the monster's most fearsome ability to take over other people chakra certainly did the trick...hell, it would have been more than useful in the fight he was one at the moment.

Then something clicked in his mind, it was like the world had stopped around him, while still keeping an eye on Otoha, Ryuuchi rose his hand to eye level...he had been absentmindedly rubbing his right index and thumb together ever since the failed genjutsu. He didn't know why but in the middle of the battle it was like something hit him and brought about an idea.
The fingers stopped rubbing together and only the index was left extended, a flame like chakra popped out from the black tip but soon the chakra began vibrating and shaking, then something odd happened, the chakra turned from blue to red and he was suddenly hit by an incredibly nostalgic rush.
His lips parted into a smile, Drake had useful abilities, but they weren't something that couldn't be recreated. It would take time but just the thought of reinventing a technique felt amazing. Say what you will but the demon's basic abilities...

"Basics..."

The word hit him like a sack of bricks when they left his lips. The little red flame like chakra vanishes and Ryuuchi's smile couldn't be wider, it wasn't the usual devilish grin or the business smile he often wore but a truly happy smile, he almost felt like turning to Otoha to thank him for some reason.
He could keep up his usual overwhelming style of fighting with big destructive but costly jutsu by absorbing the opponent's chakra and using it against him, but with that sword on the field things were more complicated since he didn't want to risk wasting chakra from useless ninjutsu and genjutsu. He no longer had the demon to back him up with chakra and special abilities...but he never needed those things before the demon attained freedom. He didn't need those things when he fought Raeve, Jin, Sama and many others from before...he didn't win every battle, hell he lost quite a few, but he enjoyed every one of them and it always felt more natural than anything he did after.



He gave Otoha his wide smile as the clothes began shifting, as they too were made of his scales, forming several chains incredibly quickly. Around his left arm, right shoulder, torso, neck, waist and right leg...several black chains covered his body with others surrounding the spot he stood on.
Handseals followed and he was quickly surrounded by a cloak of lightning which also covered the chains touching his body. He looked at his hand for a moment and then at Otoha while the hand rose up to massage his neck. He knew that with his body in that state, he wouldn't be able to hold up that jutsu without serious consequences for long...but it just wouldn't be him without a few words first, if his body was already to take a pounding then a bit more would just be something he'd have to deal with.

"I wonder who'll be faster...your sword's little power...you...or me..."

Ryuuchi would move immediately after the last word left his mouth, the rattle of chains accompanied with the constant cracking of electricity...it didn't matter if his position was given away when he was to fast for the opponent to react. He'd move as fast as he could to Otoha's side as a feint but quickly move to his front and raise his left arm, several chains around the arm would shoot up, aiming not to do damage but to wrap around Otoha's swords and arms. The same hand would grab either the swords or the arm depending on what would be closer, several other chains would also shoot out around them both aiming to entangle and electrocute Otoha but the main attack would be the lightning speed thrust of Ryuuchi's right hand in a knife-hand position, aiming to simply tear through Otoha's throat and collarbone. He was hoping that the speed along coupled with the feint would be enough to catch Otoha before he could set up any proper guard for both the chains, which not only were meant more of a distraction but would still be useful in trapping him, and Ryuuchi's killing attack.

Speed, lightning and chains...that was all Ryuuchi focused on long ago and it felt good to use it again.

Spoiler:
Name: Tenmei (God’s Will)
Rank: S-Rank
Range: Supplementary
Jutsu Type: Ninjutsu
Elemental Affinity: Lightning
Clan: N/A
Description: A terrible jutsu developed by Ryuuchi in search for a new, stronger form he could use in combat while also enhancing his speed. The user activates this jutsu by making a set of handseals and releasing lightning chakra around his body creating a strong electrical cloak. While active, the simple act of making physical contact with the user will give them a strong shock and it increases the damage made by the user's own attacks by giving an electrical shock with each attack even if they are blocked. The main point of this jutsu is the enhancements it gives, using lightning chakra it will send the user’s muscles into overtime making the user much stronger (up to 3 times) and giving him an incredible boost in speed (up to 5 times) as well as enhancing the reflexes. This jutsu costs 1/2 of the chakra cost of a regular S-rank jutsu for each post after the activation post, the activation costs the same as a full S-rank jutsu. Fatigue and muscle strain will ensue after prolonged or repetitive usage, making Ryuuchi not only tired but feeling pain all over his body.



What was that creature that nearly face-planted in front of him? He had felt her presence long ago but not only did she not feel like any threat at all, she didn't look like one with just a glance at her...Ichigo had met many types of people, from weak to strong and he was good at judging someone's level, that girl was low, so low that she seemed more of a threat to herself than to anyone by just being around him.

His black eyes glared at her for a few moments after hearing her words, making her flinch from the pressure. His eyes then shifted in Ryuhou's direction, it seemed that he not only was alright but he was also done with fighting Kenshin's second in command...that was good, they could leave that place soon.
His eyes shifted back to the girl and a sigh escaped his lips, he searched for a good place to sit and just dropped down, immediately giving her another glare but not as silent as the one from before.

"Try anything and you lose a limb."

A girl of that level...even if she so much as tried to attack or backstab him, he'd realize it and tear her apart soon before she began formulating a half decent plan in her head. He waved his hand at her, to signal for her to proceed with patching him up.

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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by Raika » Sun Sep 16, 2012 11:01 pm

Rapid handsigns, a single ball of lightning forming, shooting ahead of her to hit every enemy ahead of them in the chest or head, going right through and sending all who felt it crashing to the ground, fatal damage done to either the chest or brain.

Raika glanced back at the sound of combat from behind, catching the flare of energy from the newcomer and his weapon, as well as the trained chakra flow of the mednin accompanying him as he cut down enemies and protected civilians....

She flipped over her group and darted up to the man, one of her katanas flashing out to behead an enemy who had tried to attack Michio from behind, pupiless blue eyes flickering brown for a moment as she took in the boy's appearance....

"Guard the rear."

And then she was darting back to the front with a rallying cry for her fearful charges, the ball of electricity taking out an attacker who tried to come at them from above before it fizzled out to conserve chakra.

At this pace, as long as their group didn't get hit by any large-scale attacks from the other high-ranking shinobi in the battle.... They'd be able to make it soon enough.




She had found a nice little perch on a lingering tower, not yet demolished in all the chaos, and she sat with her legs hanging out into empty space, Kiyoshi-san standing behind her.

Dead sapphire eyes focused on one person and one person alone, studying the differences and similarities through tear-blurred vision. That arm... it certainly wasn't human, but to have made only one arm draconic instead of both... maybe he had lost his original one.

A gust of wind brought her the scent of blood and death, but even through it all... his scent was unmistakable.

Her home had grown dark and unsafe... and yet it was still her home.

Such an odd life she had developed.

"What do you do when the world inverts around you?"

Her tone was oddly calm, mildly curious... though really, whether her companion answered or not didn't really matter.

She was just rambling aloud.




He was kinda scary.

Aoi took a slow, calming breath before carefully approaching the white-haired man where he sat, a gentle hand holding his hair out of the way as she cleaned and disinfected the minor wound before wrapping gauze around his head to cover and keep pressure on the gash. And then she was lightly moving her hands along his arms and chest, looking for more injuries--a tensing of his muscles and an oddness in the feeling of his chest had her drawing back, lightly biting her tongue for a moment before she came close again, moving to remove his shirt.

Black eyes glared at her, but blue stared stubbornly back for a long moment before she continued her work, getting the cloth out of the way to feel his chest again, checking for any punctures from the bone.... Probably fractured. She couldn't really do anything about it so....

Gauze was wrapped around his chest at the height of the rib fractures, quietly hoping that the tightness would help keep the ribs aligned well enough, though she had no way of knowing. She handed him back his shirt, having seen nothing else major aside from some nicks and bruises on his chest and back, and she felt along his legs down to his ankles.... He was in reasonable condition aside from the rib fractures and that cut.

She turned to her supplies and quickly repacked and returned her large pack to her back.

"I don't have the skill to do anything about rib fractures, but the best I can say is try to get some rest after the battle's over to let it heal. Also, um... are you an Onigami? I've been looking to find out about my family, you see, I was orphaned far away from here, and I didn't get much sword training before that happened, or training in anything, really...."

She was rambling a bit, smoothly ducking when a kunai flew over her head as she followed the man, dodging around someone else as they stumbled backwards.... A quick pause to gently close the eyes of one already dead, quietly paying her respects for a moment before catching up again, the pattern repeating as she talked on.

"I don't even know who my parents were, really, to the clan itself, anyway. My memory is rather fuzzy about them.... The caretakers at the orphanage said they were brave, kind people, though."

She was quiet again, crouching by another dead body, closing the woman's eyes and paying quiet respects, calm in the midst of the gore and death around her. And then she was spinning around an attacker and catching up with the man again.

"Ah... sorry, I've been rather rude. My name is Onigami Aoi, a beginner in the medical arts."

She bowed at the waist for a moment, only to quickly straighten and dodge as a ball of fire shot past, quickly catching up to the samurai she was following. At least things seemed a bit calmer in his general vicinity, with that aura he put off.
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Re: Death of a Hero [KUMOVENT]

PostPosted by carcinoGeneticist » Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:54 pm



"Black scales, lightning auras... it looks like I have a fan."

He would laugh, an odd cackle, his own aura flaring to life over the space of a single breath, dual explosions of lightning and wind chakra exploding free, forced to exist together in a state of balanced harmony, and most importantly, making their already monstrous host all the more dangerous. The technique wasn't without cost, however, and even with his enhanced chakra supply it wouldn't do to be careless. Rather than toss Doomgiver aside, he would pass it behind his back, sealing the blade into the metal case. At a twitch from his now free hand, the remaining swords would swirl about his form, taking an almost clock-like formation at his back, rotating swiftly, positions ever-changing. Widowmaker would leap up within his grip to strike out at the chains, his arm acting entirely of its own volition, under the sword's influence, and allowing its master to go about his own work. Should they contact the blade, the chains would begin to vibrate, becoming painful in their wielder's grasp. Further hits, should they occur would see the vibrations increase until the chains would simply explode under their own power, shards flying through the air. Should Ryuuchi contact the blade with flesh or armor, however, he would find that the weapon would pass through his body like a ghost, causing no more damage than a soft breeze.

The knife hand, sent in an impressive blow towards Otoha's throat, surely a killing blow, would pass through nothing but air, the Jounin's physical abilities increased off the charts by the combination of Widowmaker and his dual-element aura, Henshokumeppou. Unlike his opponent, speed had never been Otoha's fallback. Sure, he had learned to wield the scales of a dragon, had trained himself in the barrier-arts and learned to call down the wrath of the heavens with his Raiton abilities, but that had always been just another tool, something on the side, something to get the job done in another fashion. His physical skills, his martial and blade arts, those were what he had always worked to perfect, the one thing he had never met his equal in.

He didn't intend to let that change today.

A slow, almost calm exhale, and a sudden explosion of killing intent. He would lash out with his unarmed hand, scales sliding forward to protect the fingers, a mimicry of Ryuuchi's own knife-hand. The tell was clear, a blow towards Ryuuchi's heart, intent on spearing the man through in a single blow. The true intent, however, lied in a physical technique; for the single visible blow, nine more unseen knife-hands delivered at a high speed would be launched as well, all aiming for vital points. The throat, the eyes, the kidneys, the tendons. If a single blow landed, he would see his opponent crippled, ruined.

Spoiler:
Name: Henshokumeppou [Balanced in Chaos]
Rank: S-Rank
Range: Supplementary
Jutsu Type: Taijutsu
Elemental Affinity: Raiton; Fuuton
Clan: N/A

Description: Henshokumeppou represents the perfect fusion between the Dendouyoroi and Aoriyoroi techniques. The user sends a focused flow of both raiton and fuuton chakra through their body, boosting the abilities of their physical traits and fuuton techniques by one whole rank. Upon reaching Jounin rank, and greatly increasing his own physical limitations through both hard training and his own bloodline's further development, Otoha has managed to perfect this technique, giving it status as a true S-Rank technique, rather than an Incomplete. While the downsides have been weeded out through training, the chakra cost has increased in order to keep the technique under control; rather than a one-time activation and a passive boost, the technique requires and upkeep of one B-Rank technique's worth of chakra per post.

Name: Mugen Ryuuatemi [Infinite Dragon-Strike]
Rank: A
Range: Close
Jutsu Type: Taijutsu
Elemental Affinity: N/A [Can be supplemented by any of the user's elements]
Clan:
Description: Stage two in Otoha's efforts to retrain his fighting style, the Infinite Dragon-Strike takes full advantage of his almost obscene physical abilities. Based upon the theory of striking faster than an opponent can react, it simply involves Otoha attacking with his full strength, making use of his physical abilities in order to deliver several blows within what appears to be a single strike; in short, the opponent perceives a single punch, when in actuality two are thrown. His actual capabilities are determined based upon his current physical state, as follows:
In his basic physical form, Otoha is capable of throwing up to three blows within a single perceived strike.
When influenced by that 25% boost granted by his Electric or Gust Armor techniques, Otoha is capable of delivering four blows with a single visual focus, or one strike with no visual tells whatsoever.
When influenced by one rank increase of either Boosted/Blade Armor or the Balanced In Chaos technique, Otoha is capable of striking up to ten times with a single visible strike, and up to three strikes with no visual tells.
When influenced by both Boosted Armor and Balanced In Chaos, Otoha is capable of throwing upwards of fifteen strikes within a single tell, or eight unseen.
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