Eli's Training Spot[Training Thread]

Early in the morning Elias is greeted by the lead armor bearer. His mother had already kept him up late playing the board game attrition and now he had to learn certain abilities with the medjay. They had a very specific way of training him, instead of teaching him techniques or sparing, they were more about expansion. They taught more about chakras and how to expand your creativity and genius. This way one can reach potentials greater than they would on their very own. A concept that didn’t work for everyone, but was indeed working wonders for Elias, even against his parents in the game known as attrition. But as he waited for today’s lesson to begin, he pulled out his fictional book, imitating the shinobi life he was more familiar with and began reading the tale. This story was about Yuen, a wannabee taijutsu master from an old clan known as the Hyuuga. Elias laughed at the idea that such a clan could exist, but the name indeed was familiar to him . Maybe it was taught somewhere in the history books. So he began reading the tale.”Yuen would find herself anew in this day, for her trials in the first Chuunin exam was terrible. She had no one to fight, her eyes alone were not enough, as well, it would seem, as she would look forward at the individuals that presented themselves. She had no use with these fools, no, she had something better to do, that was to completely devastate what she could with whatever she deemed worthy of her frontal assault, and as such, she had to train her Taijutsu capabilities. Her main ones focusing on the clan that her eye was stolen from.The Hyuuga clan’s techniques were hidden within this eye, all their available knowledge and capabilities resided there in and she would do her best to use them to her advantage. She knew of no other reason than to utilize such capabilities to her best while her own knowledge was substantially best suited for her strengths. Her eyes closed and her lips curled up into a smile as she would only smile when her eyes would close some more and from that she would begin her assault on her inner mind, the beast Rokubi had even agreed on the training with a false body.The two stared each other down, Yuen with her capabilities to fight in measuring opponent’s strengths and weaknesses in a fight while in the same moment she could also know if she was at a high disadvantage. Against a chakra beast she was no match without help, that was a sure thing and so fighting her own chakra beast was going to be a challenge and deep in the caverns was the place to be for it as well with her eye looking at him and her other eye covered as she would only smile hatefully.“You dare think that such petty thoughts will save you?” The Rokubi spoke, seeing through her ideas as she saw him lung. Her body shifting to the left, as she would feel that hand slicing by, a hand that was like a spear as it came in and sliced directly past and through the safeguards she held with her body. She would then feel a tear as her headband that covered her eye fell. The eye with a long scar down the center as she would have her eye closed before slightly opening it. Her face looking at the man with a dangerous stare.
“You want a fight, I will give you one.” She would accept his taunts and challenges as she would enter a fighting stance before her smirk appeared and as she did so she would only grin some more. Her eyes facing forward and with them she would charge forward with an instinctive smile about her face, as she would say, “Byakugan!” In addition, thoroughly the strain over her eye was made, her eye focusing, as she would keep the other open for color contrast while she smoothly rushed forward. She was going to attack with no restraints whatsoever. Yuen enjoyed herself when fighting, it was the one thing she enjoyed highly and as she fought her demon beast with her awakened eye, she noticed small silvery blips around his white body. Each silvery blip was a pin or rather apart of the chakra system, as she would smile. Fighting a beast was one thing but to completely disable and then disengage their chakra nodes was another as she would only grin and rush forwards with a hand coming in to strike. She need not strike, just push chakra into the Tenketsu as she would do so without a moment’s notice. However, the demon beast did not waver and only would up punching her jaw and sending her sprawling twenty feet to the right as she would land her back against a wall as she would cough slightly, even blood. Her eyes focused on this man now as she would twirl her fingers through her hair and would only smile as she knew the blade she possessed would be dangerous indeed to say the least. Her eyes would focus and her smile only greatened its availability as she would smirk with a twirl of a hand and finger. Yuen bone rushed again, her head dizzy as if she were drunk but now she ducked when this beast swung in with an attack from the side. Instead, she would wait for the moment to strike upwards, the beast’s chakra arm dissipating where she hit as she would smile and begin to hit more, every hit making its mark and counting towards what she needed to devastate in fullest regards. She knew very little and yet to say the least she was highly excited about this fight as she decimated her beast’s chakra clone as she would only smile and knew exactly what to do for now.”

His reading was then interrupted by the others coming in. So he’d close his book and begin to listen intently to today’s mind expanding lesson. He was sure to keep with the story, when he finds the chance.

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Elias woke up the next morning ready to finish up some of the training he had started before the exams. Granted the exams probably would’ve been a bit easier had he finished this particular training before. Then again with the new rules placed on the participants of the exams maybe this was going to eventually become obsolete anyway. Either way it was important to him that he finished learning the final stages of his dirty paws technique. If he wanted to be one of the best earth users in this generation the mastery of this technique would probably lead him to being in that conversation. But as usually he’d perform his pretraining ritual,which is reading a good shinobi book to help him get into the mood to train. Today’s book is about one of his favorite heros , Isais. This hero was born in a very cold village, but has an even colder up bringing. Talk about a hard life, Elias doesn’t really know much about that. Anyway he’d crack the book open and begin his read. Isais woke up this morning from yet another horrific dream. Unlike the many other times when he would wake up in terror, he woke up this time in frustration. What was the source of these nightmares? Where they just bad dreams? Or were they warning signs that Gobi wants out of Isais’s body? Either way, Isais knew that the time has come. He must now stop running and face the Gobi if he ever wishes to have complete control of his mind and body. With that knowledge Isais would need the help of his guardian Xavier, who at this time may have left for his own personal training. Isais normally would wait for him before going off to do anything on his own but lately Isais’s life has been changing his state of mind. Ever since becoming the new Fubukikage of Hyougagakure and being crowned the wielder of the legendary gauntlet, Abbadon; Isais has been eager to train and master the new powers in which he now possesses. So being unable to patiently wait for Xavier to return Isais would leave a note on Xavier’s desk and head out towards his secluded location with his ninja gear and the book of Aeneas at hand. This book was one of the hardest relics that Isais ever had the privilege of obtaining. This book contains knowledge of jutsu and history that was lost long after the destruction of Isais’s true home country in the mountains. While walking towards his secluded spot Isais would begin reading, turning the pages with his right hand which bore the gauntlet known as Abbadon. He would read on about the young mountain warrior’s life, and find inspiration in the hardships and trainings that they had to endure at a young age, to protect the very livelihood of those who believed in them. This strong willed character reminded, Isais a lot of his lost love, Sonya. Reading this book gives Isais a feel as if she was right beside him reading the story. Chapter 1, titled: The Lost was literally a chapter dedicated to the friends and family that he had lost early on in Aeneas’ reign as Takekage. This chapter explains Aeneas’ promises in depth and later on towards the end systematically explains how he had failed to fulfill at least sixty percent of those promises to the Cherry Blossom Country, and to his lost friend Haru. Apart from the fallen it explains how Aeneas lost ties with the blizzard country and the jungle. The whole chapter in general showed the heart of a young, strong, and beautiful champion and then went on to making Aeneas seem like a victim to his short comings. As Isais reads this he disagrees, thinking that some of the stuff that had happened could not have been helped. But if someone was to blame for this, then whose fault was it anyway? Maybe it was just one of those situations where you’d have to be there in order to know. Just maybe, but that was homework for another time, because as he arrived to the area South of Hyougagakure known as the Dreamer’s Pond , Isais would have to put the book away in a safe location under a rock and get down to just his shorts as he would lay back first into this pond. This way he would be floating about relaxing, so that the pond would take effect.” To Elias it was more than ironic that the same hero was spending his time reading. Maybe irony wasn’t really the word, since Elias has been inspired by him for quite some time now. It was quite unfortunate though that Isias lost the love of his life, but Elias was confident that someone like him will find love again. Until next time, he had to close the book and begin his training.

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This was do or die time for Elias, everything he had planned was being put into motion now. His training was going well up until today and it was important that he finished it before the deadline. Albeit he did have sometime before he had to meet up for the big training, and so he’d spend some time continuing the story that he left off with. So he’d open his book and continue on from the last page he read, “This pond is known for being a very dangerous pond, and the death place of Isais’ older brother.  What made this pond so ominous is because after a short period of time soaking in the water, a person will find themselves so relaxed that they’d start to drift into a deep sleep. In this sleep the person will think that they are still awake floating around in the pond and then discover that they are heading towards the edge of a waterfall. All this is part of a dream, because what happens in reality is that the person sinks into the pond descending deeper and deeper into the water.  As expected Isais has now fallen asleep and his body began to sink and now the clock has begun on his training time because it’s only a matter of seconds before Isais would run out of oxygen in his body and drown.  “This has to be suicide”, Isais would say softly following with a grin while keeping his eyes closed and floating on his back. Suddenly Isais would notice the roaring of a waterfall. Out of instinct he would open his eyes and notice that he is about to fall over the edge and naturally he would panic and attempt to water walk on top of the stream of water. Unfortunately it was not possible, and Isais would fall off the edge and with the water crash into the rocks below. Isais would wake up and finds himself in a dark ally in a strange but familiar village. The air was fresh and as Isais began walking about.  Isais would marvel at the lights and the liveliness of this village. He would walk up to a local merchant and ask, “Excuse me, ma’am where am I?” she would look at him with a smile and answer, “Child, I often wonder the same. But if my memory hasn’t failed me, this is Yondagakure”; Isais would look at the lady in confusion knowing not of a place with such a name, but she’d continue. “ This is a village South East of Nadaregakure"when Isais heard this he was in completely shock knowing that something strange is happening and he has no way of explaining it. Meanwhile Isais’s body has just began to sink a second goes by in reality as in this new world is equivalent to hours.
In the New world Isais seemed lost, all he knew to ask was, “Who rules over this region?” The woman would answer him, “Luke Dan” she would then look a t him very concerned. “Where are you from child? You don’t really seem to know anything about this place or this country for that matter”. In fear that he might give a wrong answer, Isais doesn't answer at all instead he gives another question, “Is there any way that I can meet him?” The woman would answer once again, “No. He would have to send for you; and I’m not answering anymore of your questions until you answer some of mine. Ignoring me is just rude especially if you expect me to give you answers. So again, where are you from?” Isais would look at her with a serious expression and answer, throwing caution to the wind, “I was raised in Suschi, Hyougagakure” The lady would stop and stare with an angry expression upon her face, “How dare you try and make a fool out of me.” Isais would rebuttal, “I beg your pardon? How am I making a fool out of you?” She responds, “Luke Dan is one of your guys. Your king ruined our peaceful village and turned it into this dark mess. He couldn’t break our spirits so he put Luke Dan in charge over use, and we’ve been living like peasants ever since. We can’t so much hum our anthem or else we could pay the price with our lives.” Isais would bow his head knowing now that he’s in the dark ages of Nadaregakure, around the time when he was born.”Elias found himself completely captivated by the story. It was also interesting that there names were pretty similar. The king in these story seemed to be a complete idiot who neglected his people.Isais would look around but the place was so different from hyougagakure or what he remembered Nadaregakure to be. Isais would then stare back at the lady and continue. “Look I must meet this person, if not I may never be able to go back home. I’m not sure but I have a hunch that he’s also the person that I am sent here to fight, so please lady. If you can’t take me to him, then at least point me towards him. “The lady would do just that, she would point towards the west at a big tower and as Isais turned to look at the direction; she had already left the premises. Isais would turn back around to thank her only to find that she is no longer there. Isais would shrug it off and begin walking towards the direction. As he got closer towards his destination, he began to feel more and more of the Gobi’s chakra. It was as if the closer he got the deeper he would step into the Gobi’s spiritual territory. As Isais got the main gate he would spot the thousands of guards patrolling the area. He would attempt to take a recon. He would creep up closer and closer under the coverage of trees. As he stood on a branch he spotter a shinobi guard who was watching from a guard tower for enemies moving on higher plains. Isais knowing that this guard would eventually spot him would pull out a regular kunai. But before he could even throw it the guard started making extended eye contact with Isais as if, he knew Isais was there the whole time. He would continue just looking at Isais and it wouldn’t be long before Isais’ heart would began to pulse very heavily. The pain from the pulsing would cause Isais to fall out of his cover, and the guard would let out a whip that would wrap around Isais’ waist. He would then pull it causing Isais to land hard on the inside of the camp. The guards would begin to move a bit closer towards Isais, and with every step closer Isais’ heart would pulse harder and with every pulse came a dark memory of the ones that he had lost. Soon the guard from the tower would stand 5 feet away from Isais with seven other armed guards and smile saying, “Interesting; it took you four years to build up the courage to come here, and when you do, you can’t make it any further than your older brother who was much younger than you when he first tried, pathetic.” The guard would start laughing as Isais would roll around in pain and horror. Such pain and horror have triggered the Gobi’s chakra and force Isais to wrestle for control as the guards stand there and watch in amusement. “You won’t make it. You’re brother was the true prodigy of the family and he didn’t stand a chance, but this time you can rest easy knowing that you’re body wont be made a corpse by any outside source. The Gobi shall rise again!”As the Gobi’s chakra began consuming Isais, he would remember what his mother and father told him that day when they were killed during the attempted assassination of the emperor.  “Whatever happens Isais, know that we love you and that for as long as there is love in your heart; we will never be completely gone.” He heard those words in his heart as if they were audible, and as he heard them he would begin to see images of the nice people that he had the privileged of meeting. He would think of his best friend Xavier, who has been more of a brother to him than his own brother has ever been. This would bring a smile to Isais’ face and concern on the faces of the guards. “Really, this is how you guys had planned on stopping me? The Fubukikage of Hyougagakure? The Bringer of Mischief? The last of my family? At this point it should have been common sense.” As he says this the Gobi’s chakra is being released but the Gobi’s control is slipping away. “I am the last one standing;  I carry the will of every last one of them. I will do what every Neomae and Jinchuriki before couldn’t do. Its time you learned, that you are not the monster in my head. I am the monster in yours!” Isais’ chakra would explode and he would bring forth one tail from the chakra cloak that has formed around him. With the tail his chakra became a dark blue color and Isais would give off his signature grin at the guards and then begin to do hand seals.  The guards would look on in fear and begin to charge Isais.  The horns of war would sound and it seemed as it every guard would come at Isais as if they already knew his location. Even though Isais had gained new power, the odds were still very bad for him as the all would come at him with small fractions of the Gobi’s power. Isais would final use a technique which he had been so eager to use for so long now. “ Wind Guard Technique” As he would say this the dark blue chakra would become a bit lighter as a shade of white would come upon it turning it a bit lighter blue.  With the activation of the technique Isais would begin to throw a series of kicks and punches which would be followed up by massive S rank winds that would blow these opponents far away only after shattering bones in their bodies. The battle kept on for about twenty minutes straight and in the midst of the battling Isais would notice a man dressed in royal Hyougagakure clothing running away as if attempting to escape.  Isais would continue destroying the enemies infront of him, blowing back lots of weapons and crushing many bones sending corpse flying. Once Isais got in range he would let out a mighty roar which would force Luke Dan to turn around only to catch a rainbow kunai to the head.  Once Isais had killed Luke Dan it was as if a chain of bondage had been broken.  A few moments after Luke’s death, his body busted out with rivers of water catching Isais off guard and engulfing the area causing Isais to wake up in reality to find himself nearly out of breath but in pitch black. Isais instinctively began to swim upwards until finally he made it to the top to catch his breath and throw up in the nearby bushes. As he does this he could hear in his head the voice of the Gobi, “Good job kid, keep the chakra and use it wisely, because next time it will be different.” Isais would lay there regaining his strength and as he lays there all that he could think of was, whose fault was it anyway. To lose those you care about and that you swore to protect. Even though we make promises, there is only so much we can do as human beings. In the end Isais felt as if he could relate to Aeneas. Isais was fourteen and he couldn’t protect his brother, or his parents. Aeneas was 15 and had to protect two nations, in the end the answer was clear.  Even as helpless as we may be we are accountable to our promises, “It was Aeneas’ Fault.” Well damn, Aeneas’ fault? Some promises cant be kept simply because another dies, but if anything this taught Elias the importance of making promises and fulfilling them. Because even if your time comes, you’ll be judged by the promises you couldn’t keep.  Elias would shut the book for now, and pull out another one to continue his reading and maybe get some more fresh ideas as to what to create and train today. This one story followed a character names Pris .Pris had left the Oujukage's office and headed for the training centre in which he had to complete a mission. Pris had heard a lot of scary news from this Training Centre, of how the training sessions could kill a normal human being. Many had dubbed the Taijutsu Trainer, "Trainer from Hell". Quite a bit scary but Pris had refused to believe all these rumors that's why he had taken the mission from the board, it seemed rather interesting. It wasn't long before Pris approached the Training Centre, as he opened the door, three men were carrying a very buff man quickly they had to send him to the hospital because he had collapsed; Pris looked at the man rather surprisingly. Pris swallowed hard, and pushed the doors once more and entered. The Centre was really large, having several training posts, sparring mats and all other essential equipments needed for a good body building training. Pris looked to his immediate right, there was a desk there with a pretty young lady seated behind it. She had long dark hair which covered half of her face, she seemed rather worried. Pris decided to approach her, after a quick conversation she called out, 'SENSEI!!! The Shinobi is here!!' Pris smiled at her for a bit but she did not return one and she just faced her desk and began to do paper work.

Pris watched as a tall, buff man dressed in a weight-lifter's costume come out from a room. He was a very energetic man, as soon as he saw Pris, he was a bit surprised and a bit disappointed by his young age and his body structure but he did not even hint at it. He smiled at Pris, after the two exchanged a few words, it was time to begin the so-called Hellish Training. Pris hyped himself a bit, because in their conversation the man stated that Pris would undergo harsher training since he specialized in Taijutsu.  
After a few basic warm-ups, it was time to begin the real thing. All of a sudden the Trainer's personality seemed to switch, he became even more hyper and a bit aggressive. With a voice that could be compared to the clap of thunder he yelled, 'GET DOWN AND GIVE ME A THOUSAND PUSH-UPS NOW!!' Pris was overtaken by his voice and fell down, a confused but scared look on his face. The man was serious, he had no time to waste. He went down and began to do the push-ups, up and down he continued to go for a long time. For someone like Pris, a thousand push-ups wasn't all that difficult, Pris was able to complete it within thirty-minutes. Pris had a huge grin on his face, this work-out wasn't so difficult after all but little did he know that this was just the beginning of terrors ahead. Without a moment to take a breath, Pris was handed a couple of items to put on; a weight vest, sand bags, ankle weights, wrist weights etc. Pris put them all on quickly, and soon as they were put on, his whole body felt the true weight. He fell to the ground with a loud thud. The trainer let out a laugh and then yelled, "GET UP! MAGGOT!!" Pris felt chills run down his spine, but he couldn't get up the things were too heavy, everything on him amounted up to about roughly 1000lbs. He felt like he was the world's fattest boy. Pris struggled to get up, soon sweat was gathering on his body like he had gone for a swim in his attire. Pris struggled for about twenty minutes, before being able to stand even with that he was bending over, trying to maintain balance was as difficult as ever.The training was not over, Pris had to run around the big centre ten times with these weights on him. Pris could barely stand up, he looked at the man who was still hyped as if he would kill Pris if he didn't move. Pris was driven to the point of tears, as they dripped from his eyes he would drag his feet on the floor and begin moving. His body begged for him to stop but the man behind him thought other wise. Pris had not even moved half the place before the trainer seemed to be tired of his time wasting. Pris watched as the man brought a large whip, and yelled at Pris, "MOVE OR I WILL WHIP SO HARD MAGGOT!!"; Pris began to wonder if this was torture or training, who could go through this kind of training and survive?! Pris dragged his feet a little faster, but still he was way to heavy to move fast, he was a millennium away from even moving normally in this weight suit. Out of pain and exhaustion he fell to the ground and began to quickly remove the suit, his body was soaked with sweat, his eyes had turned red a bit because he was crying. The trainer who seemed to have returned to his previous personality helped Pris up and decided it was time for a break because the second session was going to be non-stop action. As Pris rested on a bench in the Training Centre, he thought of abandoning the mission but that could jeopardize his records as a shinobi and he would not want that and besides it seemed the trainer was counting on him for something.

All too soon the the break was over, and the session began again. The Trainer took Pris through some other hellish training; from sit-ups, to chin ups, to lifting weights, to running and every other exercise one could think of. After it was all over Pris was exhausted, he looked like a mess; he looked like he had been attacked by robbers, then attacked by birds, then cats, then thrown in a mud! After receiving the stamp for completing his mission, he dragged himself on the floor to the Oujukage's office.
A cloaked figure walked along the empty roads, making no quick movements that one would deem threatening. It would be hard for anyone to tell what gender the walking person had as the cloak covered them, head to toe and the mask left little to the imagination. Her intentions would be as clear as looking through mud. But, this person was on no mission nor were they on any dire self-righteous quest. The problem was far more internal than any one person would be able to realize. It was one of the few times that the cloaked figure ever left the village hidden in the storm. The usual rainfall had become ever present in their life.

But out here...the masked person rose their head upward to a somewhat cloudy sky, not raining and that made things odd. There was no constant sound of water hitting the ground, no wet food steps to reveal on coming foes and friends alike.
Isais had just completed phase two of his tailed beast training and was heading home from the dreamers pond. He was walking along when he would pick up a hint of chakra that seemed a bit familiar. Isais stood their confused because he has never been much of a sensor ninja and has no idea how he was able to pick up this hint of chakra. Isais would try and follow the general direction in which he felt it until he would gain visual of a cloaked figure looking upward at the sky. Isais would sit there in the bushes for a while, wondering where this cloaked figure came from or how he could possibly have known this person. After about a minute of hiding Isais would grow tired an attempt to move in using his elite black ops skills. Isais would move about hidden by the grass but much like Isais, the moving would make a lot of noise. Ontop of that Isais would start talking to himself as if the cloaked figure would have never heard him. " guuuhhh why is it soo filthy in here. So many bugs, oh my God that's ridiculous. Out of all the places one could do these things. A bush, really a bush. Anyways moving along, I probably need to move more towards the front ill see a face I bet. Op! Op! Nope no face its wearing a mask. Wearing a damn mask. Wait a minute are those boobs? Nope! That could be a chest dunno, they should be boobs, I'm out here in this mess it would be interesting if this person came out here to shower. Well alright! I could sit here for a while directly in front of it. The mask has to move some time." It would now get quiet for literally a minute and then disrupted by a crunching sound. Isais would pullout a bag of chips and begin munching as he waits.
In the midst of the masked persons fascination with such clear and uninterrupted sunshine, they did not fully take notice of the now approaching shinobi that made his way toward them. There was a slight ping of displeasure that seemed to appear out of no where, for no real given reason. The figure would slowly raise their hand up to the mask and rub where the forehead would have been if the mask was not worn. This was not completely unusual or foreign for the person, it was a feeling that was to be expected from time to time. Then, there was a voice. But this voice was one that the figure was unaware of and was, at the same time, unfamiliar. The head slowly turned itself from one side to the other till the face turned itself into a single direction.

The figure simply stared in the direction of a single man that was crouching down, watching her while...while eating a bag of what looked to be chips. Surely he wasn't actually doing such a thing...right in front....if he wasn't actually doing it, then he was making a very convincing argument. The masked figure slowly took their hand and held onto the mask to remove it to reveal that it was indeed a female underneath.

"....What on earth are you doing stranger?"
When Isais heard her call out to him he was frozen in disbelief. He had believed that his hiding was at a level of excellence and that there was simply no way for her to find him. But alas she has spotted him,(she must be a sensor ninja )he thought to himself giving no room for it to be his fault. He would poke his head out slowly as if to peak over the bushes and check to see if she was really talking to him. After realizing that he is caught he would come out of hiding and ask, " How'd you find me? My hiding had to have been superb!" Isais though in his goofy state as usual feels something strange about this person. Not just her presence and demeanor but even her face would throw Isais off. Something about that face was soo familiar. Suddenly Isais would remember, " Hey aren't you that girl from the coffee shop? " Isais had no other way of explaining their first encounter besides a conversation they had at the coffee shop back in hyougagakure with Xavier. " yeah and you ordered something weird like orange juice and salt. That was gross, but what brings you out here and why do you seem so different?"
There was the full appearance of the one that had been trying to sneak up on her. The man then began to speak, talking about how she could have possibly found him, as if he had some sort of secret technique that went array. She could not dignify his words with a response as all she would do would be to give him a flat stare. He was completely and utterly serious to a fault which was amazing. It was then that the man spoke about a coffee shop and it was then that she remembered him and just as she did, he spoke about it and his acquaintance but what caused the already growing anger to rise was that he put the strange order that he placed onto her but she kept her composure by simply tightening her fists and breathing calmly.

"First, it was your preposterous order to begin with. Second, I..."Pause. What in the world did he mean by 'different'? She couldn't remember off the top of her head what she was wearing or what it was she was doing when she had met him last so she wasn't entirely sure if she was 'different'. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest "I'm out here of my own accord, it's no business of yours." She opened her hands on her arms as she noticed she was gripping them a little too tightly. He wasn't bright but she still didn't have to get this mad, she usually kept her anger under control...usually.
Isais would simply ignore the attitude and continue speaking as if she had not said much at all. " hmm yeah for sure you seem very different. Probably didn't get your salty juice today, maybe that's why you're soo grumpy" . Isais remembers being warded off from knowing why she was here so he has limited options at this point. He could walk off or press forward on asking about this stranger. " You truly dude seem different though, and since we're both out here why don't we have a little sparing match?Maybe then you won't be soo grumpy"
There was a twitch of her brow. If was as if he was completely oblivious to the actions and atmosphere. But still, she held her tongue to the best of her ability till he brought up something that caused her to rethink his being there. He offered to spar and for what ever the reason, the idea pleased her more than she would have thought. A focus for the sudden and ever growing anger. The woman reached down and withdrew six shuriken from her holder at her thigh, three in each hand.  "I will gladly accept your challenge." And would waste no time in a reply, her body demanded blood though not to overindulge as it wished. It seemed like a good enough release, the anger seemed to be honed to something more...refined. Not a blood lust but a sense of purpose in the fight.

Her first action would be simple as she would quickly back step and hurl three of the shuriken on one hand at Isais. The swirling tiny blades forming disk-like objects that aimed to strike their target. What wasn't known was that to one of her shuriken was a wire that was unseen but would surely come into play.
Isais  made it his personal objective to figure out what it was about this woman that seemed very different, and why she would be all the way out here in the middle of nowhere, miles away from the only known sight, the dreamer’s pond. Isais figured that the best way to learn the truth about someone was by using an old mountain country saying that went; through the exchange of fists and the clashing of swords bonds are formed.  When she had accepted his challenge a signature grin would come across, Isais’ face waiting to see what she would do with the shuriken in her hands.  The moment she back stepped Isais would leap further back as she released three of the shuriken. Isais wasn’t really counting but he would notice these figures hurling at him.  The moment his back leg would touch the ground again the shurikens were already in dangerous range, so he would push off towards his left side and tuck in his right arm allowing one shuriken to hurl pass the top of his right bi-cep. As for the other two, about the same time that the shuriken went pass Isais, they would hit Isais’s right arm which is protected by the metals of Abbadon, a steel gauntlet which Isais wears on his right hand. Upon impact those two shuriken would bounce off with the help of a back hand motion by Isais using the right hand to send the shuriken flying in the trajectory of the shuriken that had just passed. Heh, this is getting good Elias’ figured, still with a bunch of time left for his secret training. One thing he noticed is the use of a weapon known as abbadon much like the curse weapons Elias has heard rumors about, grants a great deal of power. But the cost seems so heavy that there really isn’t a point in grabbing something like that. In the case of Isais it definitely was because he was desperately accumulating power. In these cases itll be wise to make sure to not end up in a situation as such. But more to Isais’ defense , Elias wasn’t raised in captivity so there circumstances were not the same.After hitting the shurikens, Isais would be grounded with both feet on the ground. With his left hand he would go into his ninja gear. He would pull out his left hand revealing a hand gesture and a kunai at hand. This hand gesture was that of his index finger and ring finger pointing outward like horns while he holds his kunai. Water chakra instantly takes its effect on the ground, making grass seem dried out around Isais with the exception of the grass hidden in his shadow, which wouldn't be noticeable to his opponent that is some distance away.  Isais would then dash at her with kunai at hand, anticipating the release of the shurikens in her other hand, which he would attempt to dodge or block with the kunai.  If he is successful he would attempt to come in range and unleash a small fury of taijutsu combinations.  He would be in a right side back stance to perform a right leg spin hook kick at head level, right off the bat.  If he can get close enough to go for this kick then his shadow would overlap with her shadow before the kick would come close enough to hit her head. Regardless if she is skilled enough to dodge his kick properly or not he wouldn’t really follow through with the kick. On the contrary he would put on an impressive display of flexibility by performing a full split with his right leg in the air, in order to bring it around her without coming in angle to make more separation between himself and her by at least 8 inches (went from an angle to straight). After bringing the kick back he would move right and throw a left hook towards her right rib, and then move left coming with a right hook towards her left rib. He would again perform his strikes as if he was playing around, never really following through to make contact with her body.  As he did his combinations he would mumble to himself, “ Momma always told me to not hit girls!”


Cornelia would watch as Isais would move back and away from the shuriken, an obvious choice. But by dodging one, two were about to strike his arm which would put him at a severe disadvantage...at least, that was her original thought process. But she was taken aback as the two that would have struck his arm simply glanced off, something was protecting it and who knew, he could be covered in that stuff, it could have just been in that area or it could be a selective bloodline limit...would someone like him have such a thing? Cornelia watched as the blue haired man drew a single weapon and used one hand to do some sort of jutsu that brought about the water around his person. Surely he was building up for something.

She quickly shifted herself to the side to move from her original place and as she did, Isais was on the move and she released the other hand of shuriken and as with the last, one had a wire to it but they were deflected easily with the kunai he now wielded with the exception of one that she made sure would veer just far enough to avoid striking him so it would assume to be a miss. But as he closed in, there was just the slightest move of her finger that would be unnoticeable to any who were not looking for it that would cause her first shuriken to quickly alter its course and silently come at the man from behind, intent on striking him on his other arm.

But before she could angle the second, he was already upon her and the best she could do for the time was defend herself, she would quickly dunk down under where she would have thought to have been struck at her head but she quickly came back up in time to see his split and then protect her sides from the strikes that would come but never truly did which only made her wonder what was his plan in all of this. Regardless, she would bring the second shuriken back within the new few moments but she had to make sure it was seemingly 'gone' in his eyes before she could bring it back for a surprise strike. "You're going to regret living by those words."
Isais was gaining ground on her, when she releases another stream of shuriken as Isais had expected. He would block most of them but one would get passed him as he came in range for his combinations. She would think fast, using her wire to change the trajectory of the shuriken. Though this would be a very fast and very clever counter, Isais was already at the start of his combination since she would react by ducking and even take time to watch and brace herself for Isais’ punching combinations. She would reply to Isais’s comment with a response along the lines of a threat.  A grin would come upon Isais’s face as would instantly spring up and engulf Cornelia.  Isais was grinning at the completion of his trap, and right as he was about to explain, he would feel a slight touch and then a tight hold around his entire upper body. (The hell?) , he would think as he would notice that he was wrapped up by ninja wire with shuriken blades stuck on each blade of his shoulders.  What seems to have happened with his opponent’s attack was that once she started to duck and protect her sides she had unintentionally changed the trajectory of the shurikens. Since her mastery and skill has proven that she can delicately change the trajectory of projectile weapons with as little as a tug of her finger, a full blown shift in her body would do more than just mess up her aim if not accounted for. It’s a miracle that these weapons didn't get caught in the bushes nearby do to all the moving that she had done previously.  Maybe she could have pulled it off if her focus was on the shurikens the entire time but she refocused her attention on Isais’s flashy combination which was more than effective. Regardless the outcome was very luck part and possibly much more effective than she had intended it to be.  Isais is unable to move his arms due to his upper body being tied up to the middle of his shoulders.


Isais would look at her as he taps into abbadon’s power, and begins loading for his two techniques. He would then burst out laughing frantically as if he was a crazed maniac with a death wish. “ Hahahaha!! Uhahaha! That move, was sooo attractive of you!!! You get sexier by the minute!”   As fortunate as Cornelia’s move was, she is in the hands of misfortune as her movement would be cut down severely due to being caught by the trap, and since she was not prepared, she was unable to take a deep breath before the water had overtaken her.  She would not be able to breathe, yet speak as the pressure of this technique would make it seem as if she was moving in slow motion. By this time Isais had already used his minor phasing technique but has kept the same amount of pressure against the wires enough to make it seem like he is still caught but not suffer any cuts from the tightness of the wires. Isais would now have a bigger more hyper grin seeing more like a hyper version of himself.  “What a thrill don’t you agree? Oh btw don’t panic, you’ll probably cause your heart rate to go up, which in turn will cause your body to need more oxygen and well the rest you know. I guess this is the part where I explain to you why you’re in a trap, right darling?” Isais would make sure that Cornelia would not move away. At this point she is very slow so if she were to move away he would just walk towards her since his legs are free, and if she attempted hand seals, Isais would humor himself by slapping her hands away with his feet. Due to her inability to generate force or speed for that matter, reaching for a weapon would be hard and throwing and controlling weapons would be just as hard.  “ See what you’re in is a trap like ninjutsu using water. This technique hides water within shadows, the moment this technique encounter with a different shadow it  becomes part of that shadow, and that shadow becomes rigged up to a certain range. When my kick came near you it had made contact with your own shadow, which allowed the trap to trigger and catch you.  But to be honest”

Isais begins to chuckle, “ I didn't think you would be able to pull off such a move and under soo much pressure. If it had been anyone else you probably would've had this person in trouble, but that’s not the case we have here.” Isais would then perform a very weird move of bringing his arms into his torso as if his torso was a hologram, grabbing hold of the shurikens, and using his kunai to cut the wires. The wires would then hit the ground as he would toss the shurikens against a tree. “Aren't you glad my mother told me not to hit women? “ Isais would pause a little staring at her making sure she isn't up to anything fishy. “Let’s see what’s in that pretty little head of yours”. Isais would attempt to grab Cornelia’s head with his gauntlet that now glows a tint of purple. “Mind Shadow”, if successful this technique will be used to make Cornelia relive her deepest horrors, as amplified.

Spiritually

As Isais would attempt to use this technique he would begin to see himself in a spiritual form that all seems to be happening in his own head. He would look at his own body as if he had separated. He would notice his body in a trans and see a tall man about his height that look much like himself but with black long hair and green eyes holding on to the back of head as if this darker man was intimately watching what Isais’s body is doing to Cornelia.  As Isais would look at his body operating on its own, he would notice a hand on his spiritual shoulder, this chakra was familiar, it was that of the five tails, but as he turned back he wouldn't see a massive creature of hate, rather he would see a sixteen year old version of his older brother; shaking his head at him as if he was disappointed. “What’ve you done?” Isais would stare at the sight of his older brother, in complete and utter shock. Meanwhile none of this seems to be apparent yet in the natural world. As Elias read on, he’d check the side notes which informed the reader of the technique description. Minor Delusion Description: This technique known as Minor Delusion uses the same concept of utilizing the Doton and Yamiton element to cause the body to vibrate at such a high frequency that phasing is possible. Instead of phasing the entire body, Isais has learned how to phase portions of his body causing the remainder of his body to remain solid. This technique is very flaw due to the user being capable of phasing only one part per post, at a time and the user must clearly state which part in their post.At the end of the post the phased body part will revert back to solid. The user can only phase his arms and shoulders, his entire torso, his entire head, or his lower section at a time using this technique. This technique also phases objects which it makes contact with, allowing the user to phase with weapons. This technique can allow the user to throw phase weapons but weapons will automatically materialize when they are at least a foot away from targets that contain their own chakra systems (that way weapons won’t just go through everything and stab you in the heart without the possibility of dodging). Phasing pretty much de-materializes the user or object, making projectiles twice as fast and the user only half their original weight.  Users can not phase through Fuuton element techniques. And Elias noticed that Isais paired it with Mind Shadow Description: This technique requires loading and for Abbadon to be active.  Once ready the abbadon palms will begin to glow purple. Upon contact with a target(s) at head level the purple chakra will phase through skin or any object that is not made of pure chakra in order to get inside of the victim and corrupt the victims mind. This technique has two parts to it know as Choas management. At will the user can make their target very emotional or emotionless. One of its capabilities is to make a target emotional to the point of insanity and delusion or emotionless to the point of being less than human. This is done by the corruptive chakra linking Isais's emotions with the emotions of a victim in almost a Ying and Yang like effect. The victim becomes more corrupt and emotional due to the gauntlets power to amplify making the user insane. The user will simply transfer the amplification effect to the victim for as long as this technique is active making the victim re-experience every horror from their past or experience horrors from Isais's past as if it was their own and have these experiences amplified. The user can become near emotionless by Isais providing temporary amnesia and unwillingness to have emotional ties to past events but in turn Isais will have those painful experiences as his own and amplifies it. This could make Isais go insane but due to the Gobi. If Isais's insanity peaks it will Abbadon will begin to lose its hold on Isais's emotions. This technique lasts 4 posts and has a 4 post cool down.The kunoichi wasn't able to completely control the pathway of her shuriken but was not completely disapproving of the end result. The wires quickly spun around and constricted the arms of her blue-haired opponent. This would surely leave him open for a plethora of opportunities there after or at least, that would have been the case if she had known of the actions he had taken moments before, at least, to their full effect but for the time, she was staying confident. She was taken back only mildly at his comment of her maneuvers and his very personality seemed to take a shift for the worst. Soon she was overtaken by a mass of water that weighed her body down as if in a prison of her own wires.

She could still hear him, clear as the day as he told her to keep her composure and that her air would last longer if she did. She did just that, she wasn't stupid enough to struggle when she was put in a situation that wasn't in her favor. She did try and move her hands around to use a earth technique to quickly dispel the annoying trap but as she did, he simply used one of his feet to stop any progress she might have made and he continued to speak of just how he had trapped her. It seemed that when their shadows overlapped, the ninjutsu was to have taken effect. If she was to ever escape, she would have to remember this. She remained silent but her glare was ever present as he continued to speak and then, he literally reached into himself and cut himself free and removing the wires and then brought back the fact of his mother telling him not to hit women.

In all honesty, she wasn't sure if she should be mad or grateful. He soon spoke about seeing what was inside her head and reached out to her with that metal gauntlet as she tried to move away but she wasn't going anywhere as the hands palm covered her forehead and she forced back her voice from letting out any sort of sound.

Isais would stare at the darker version of him, and see the influence that he had over Isais’s mind and body. Isais would then attempt to pull the darker version away, but he simply was not strong enough, it was as if he had the strength of an infant. Isais would then look over to his brother and ask him, “Help me! I can’t get him away” but what appeared to be his brother would just look away unwilling to lend a hand. Isais would shout out to his brother again, “Detsuji, the hell you doing bro help me, or im going to lose control. “ “ Im not Detsuji” said the image of Isais’ brother. “Can’t you sense my chakra? What you see here is the appearance of that you gave me subconsciously when you decided to go along with your family’s plan and take me in. When you accepted me that day you took up all the memories and habits that I’ve acquired from your brother, which is why you were able to coop better than anyone else and move on. Because to you, it felt like your brother never left. “ Isais becomes more anxious by the moment, as he can feel his control slipping away to his darker side. “Will you allow this person to take over my body?! He will control you! “The image of Detsuji would respond, “It’s not taking control of me, but of you. This was your decision, and honestly, I hate confrontation. “ As Isais’s emotions would flow and flood Cornelia’s mind something interesting happened. In an instant the spirit of Isais, Abbadon, and Gobi would see the forming of another sinister and purple chakra. Abbadon would begin to squeal in pain as if he was being muscled to the ground, as the purple chakra would leak out of Cornelia. Isais would wonder, “What is this?” and Detsuji would grin, “It’s the three tail’s chakra” . Isais would then have the revelation, “ A tailed beast chakra, well then that would mean!” , Detsuji would interrupt, “Yes!”

In the Natural realm
“She is just like me.” Isais would say this as abbadon’s chakra would be forced into submission. Isais was back to his original self, “That’s unreal. Her beast has given her chakra! And she is in full control!”Isais would quickly back away and release his water trap. Isais would check to see if she was truly in control, “Hey , um I think that’ll be all for our sparing match , what’d you say we call it a draw?!!” He would then look at her eyes and the chakra around her with his eyes wide. “On second thought you win! Hahaha” he would chuckle shyly. It was a gamble but it seems that Cornelia was strong enough to handle the chakra that the beast has lent herThe purple haired ninja continued to grow more and more full of anger from the Sanbi. The Sanbi's chakra would begin to mold itself in her subconscious. The growling of the monster behind its cage, its own domain being threatened by a human ninja of all things and he was a jinchūriki. Its jaws separated and the saliva stretched between the claw-like teeth. The massive boulder-like tail slammed against the ground behind it time and time again, as if it was some sort of warning. The thinnest tail whipped back and forward, looking to cut down what ever might be ever so unfortunate to come into its path. The third tail just simply shifted from one side to the other in the air behind it, as if it were a real scorpion's tail, simply waiting for the massive pincers to take hold of something before it struck it over and over to inject its poison. "kiLl hiM." The pulsation reverberated to the outer body. But even through the anger and the rage that was poured onto her, she grimaced through it all.

Cornelia in the real world and the here and now, she was released from the watery prison and her feet hit the ground and she soon found herself on her knees thereafter.  She was starting to be covered in a layer of purple, wispy chakra that looked to boil at different points. Her teeth clenched as Isais spoke of calling their match a draw to which she would clench her hands and slowly, pull herself from the ground, as if possessed or in some sort of angry trance. He would quickly withdraw this statement and concede victory to the woman whilst she continued to hear the sounds of the beast echoing within her mind. She was about to take a step toward Isais but stopped mid-step and instead took a step backward, quickly wrapping her arms around herself, each of her hands grasping the opposites arm, as if to hold herself together. "I...will...not be a slave to anger..." She refused to let the Sanbi influence her with its rage, she was to be the one that would chose whom she served and the tailed beast was not on her list. She would see it as a hindrance more than a weapon.

She let her gaze turn itself back to the blue haired man and hold onto herself just a bit tighter before speaking "We will declare this a draw. I will not take any victory I didn't earn myself." She might not have been the most when it came to the way of things but she was not about to take a win when she did not rightfully obtain it. "I apologize for my...out burst..." It didn't matter who she was with or what it was they were doing, the outburst of her scale was something she herself wouldn't take. That was the end of the chapter and the beginning of the next one.

The day started off quite nicely. The sun was shining through the window and onto Isais's face. There wasn't much to do, since this was Isais's day off. He'd usually spend days like this wondering the village for things to do or eating the interesting foods that this village has to offer. Simple sight seeing on such a sunny day was enough to relax even the most tense of people. But Isais only had one thing in mind for today. Solving the mystery behind the Secrets of Aeneas. Lately he's been reading about Aeneas's life, fights, and ambitions and he has become determined to learn the truth about the fall of the mountain country and most importantly he has been reading to find ways to bring it all back. As usual reading this book of mystery leaves him with many questions that will usually go unanswered. The book itself doesn't explain we'll enough to bring clear understanding of the situations and the changing of seasons. Really if this book didn't relate to Isais at such a deeper level , he probably would t be caught dead reading it. Nonetheless , Isais has found a way to experience the stories of this book at a near realistic level, but to do this comes at a large risk of probably losing his life. If he doesn't complete his objective in time to wake up he will surely die. This kind of risk is enough to slow anyone down but not Isais. He has been dying for a viable reason to go back into the pond of dreams to experience the events of this book without seeming suicidal. Last thing he needs now is more security after he managed to bring the supervision down to one person
Despite all logic pointing to this method being dangerous, Isais is willing to give it another try since the first time was so successful. So Isais would pack up his gear and head out to the dreamers pond to tap into the book and his unconsciousness. After arriving into the scene Isais would go through the same procedure, placing his books and belongings on dry land along with his clothes and dipping into the pond naked with Abbadon on his right arm. As the current washes him away he would slip into the world of the unknown. Isais would hear a old voice and his body shaking, “Wake up! Are you dead child?” Isais would respond, “No, not yet at least”. As he opens his eyes he would recognize this old voice as the old woman that helped him find the whereabouts of Luke Dan. He would smile at her as he makes his way to his feet and notice that he is drenched. “Hey I never thought that id see you again. Why am I wet?” She would then begin to explain, “As I suspected you are suffering from a minor memory lost. You don’t seem to recall Luke Dan’s camp being mysteriously submerged under water. We all, here in Yondagakure hail you as a hero for what you’ve done, but clearly that water jutsu must have taken a lot out of you.” (Water Jutsu?) Isais would begin to remember the battle, realizing that he never did use a water jutsu. What did happen was that a mysterious burst of water emerged from nowhere at all and wiped him out right after killing Luke Dan. That must have been the wake up kick that happens with the dream pond that Isais uses to get here. “Water Jutsu, oh right! Yeah I try not to use it often. Hey, I don’t have a lot of time; can you tell me where the nearest village is?” She would point west , “ The nearest village is a minor village much like this one , Kiratongakure.” Isais would look at the direction in which she pointed and continue speaking, “Is there anything I need to know of the place?”
She would look at him and reply, “You seem to really be on a personal vendetta, that place is lead by Sid Roman. A mercenary put into power by Tenzou. This man kills people for entertainment, using the concept of the Aeneas coliseum to torture those whom he pleases. “Isais would get up and begin to move towards where she pointed, “Well that all the reason I need to go and kill the guy. This will bring me one step closer to the answers that I’m searching for”. The woman hearing this knows that Isais is going straight for this person. She would place a restraining hand on his shoulder, “But hold on, you nearly lost your life last time, what makes you think that they won’t see you coming this time. And don’t you get hungry? You haven’t rested; I just simply don’t see how you will be able to kill every enemy back to back with no rest and no food.” Isais would think about it and realize that he is actually hungry. This world was strange it was much like the world that he knows to be reality. Only this place was a bit sadder. “Ok lets go eat but nothing that takes forever!” she would then reply after, “It’s ok I can grab us a few sandwiches for the road, something at the local market”. Isais would interrupt, “us? Im sorry lady but you can’t come with me, its like you said, there might be no way I’m getting out of every confrontation alive. Im already putting my life at stake I can’t afford to take anyone down with me.” She would shake her head, “What happened to that confident tone that you had earlier. Believe me I can take care of myself. I was actually a prodigy back in my day.” Isais thinking to himself that this world isn’t real nods his head allowing her to come with him on his journey. “ Well alright but whatever happens it wont be my fault.” Isais would grin at her and she would reply, “ Just don’t get in the way”.
Isais would continue his walk towards that direction as she would follow along. They would reach a corner store and to their surprise their clerk was a hedgehog with brown spikes. The hedgehog was about 6 inches tall and was capable of speaking their language. “Will that be all for today?” the hedgehog would ask as Isais would stare that hedgehog down as if it needed to be swatted or killed. Sure enough a drunk store owner would come in and swat the heck out of it sending it flying against a wall. “urhggh that’ll be 543ryo no no wait, that scant be rite, oh! It five ryo, yes five ryo” The old lady would proceed to pay the man, but as the two were about to walk away Isais would slam the store owner’s head against the register. He would then go towards the hedgehog and hesitantly pick it up. Isais really dislikes rodents but didn’t think that this hedgehog deserved such a sorry life. “Hey dude wanna leave this place and go on a dangerous adventure?” The hedgehog having the heart of a child over looked the possible danger and jumped with joy, “Can I really go?” Isais would laugh and pick him up, placing him in his coat pocket, “ Yeah sure man but try and be aware, cause you never know when I might get attacked, I wouldn’t want to land on my side and crush you.” The hedgehog didn’t hear any of it because it would instantly fall asleep due to fatigue. The old woman would look at Isais and smile, “Ah so you aren’t as tough as you make yourself seem. Come, we should take the road before it begins to get dark. “The three of them would journey for what seemed like hours to get to the main castle of Sid Roman. Upon arrival they would find the gates wide open and only a few guards there and Sid Roman sitting upon a throne as if they were expecting him. Isais would walk through looking around for traps as Sid would begin to speak, “Isais, there is no trap. Well maybe there is one. You will not escape!” The gates behind them would close as Sid would continue speaking. “I don’t understand why isais? You see she doesn’t know, but you and I both know the truth.

This world isn’t real, this world is simply a figment of passed knowledge manifested into a new reality. Yet you risk your life fighting in it as if you plan on changing the course of history. It’s impossible, and pointless. In this world you may have killed luke dan but we both know that in the reality that you are from, luke dans death never changed. He died peacefully in his sleep regardless of all the cruel things that he did to the innocent lives of your country.” Isais begins to get angry he would respond, “I do this to get stronger! If I can understand how this world fell apart, I can get strong enough and prevent it the future from getting worse.” Sid roman would continue, “oh but it already is worse! You are now the secret weapon of hyougagakure! “The old lady would look at Isais in confusion, she would speak, “You’re the what?!” Sid roman would interfere, “In his reality where he is truly from he is every much of a mountain slayer as I am. Face it Isais, You’re the person your parents never wanted you to become. You’re a coward and a failure and now, Tenzou’s toy!” Isais would go off, and charge at Sid, dodging every incoming attack along the way. The old lady would then use taijutsu to strike each of these guards on the chest and back. Every strike left a black seal and with just one hand sign the blade of a long sword would stick out of their chest and back. Isais would be in complete shock as she would kill every last one of the guards. “This is the Red Rain’s technique, Sword and Hilt! The way you move, the execution, that means you are..” Sid roman would finish the thought, “She’s the Red Rain. Of course in this reality she never knew you but I’m sure you are starting to understand this world alittle better now. Everyone in this world is a manifestation of something or someone in your subconscious. Why do you think that you have to be unconscious every time you come here? You see this old lady is only helpful to you because that is the role she is destined to play, she wouldn’t know any better than to be helpful, because that’s how you remember your beloved Sonya.

“ Isais would look around in shock, “ wait this can’t be right, then what would the hedgehog be?” Sid would stand to his feet , “ Not everything in your subconscious is an everyday memory or thought. That rodent in your pocket is from your childhood, if you don’t remember you once nursed a squirrel back to health and called it your pet. Don’t you remember how your fear of rodents started? One day you were carrying it and it bit you, because it spotted a owl. Unfortunately you let go of it and the owl had its way. Ever since that day you’ve been afraid of rodents because it bit you and you didn’t know why. Well your subconscious must have manifested itself as that hedgehog. You see nothing here is real. Even I’m not real, I’m simply a manifestation of a mental block and an obstacle that you must overcome”. The old lady would speak, “This doesn’t make sense” . Isais would speak right after, “ you cant understand it but I can. Doesn’t matter if this world is real or not I will kill everyone that stands in my way.” Isais would unleash the wind guard technique along with the chakra cloak. Sid would speak again,

“ Well you might think so but even though this world may not be real, what im going to do to you is going to really kill you. “ Sid would begin to laugh as Isais would throw punches his way. T5he heavy winds of the wind guard technique would shake the place but sid would be unaffected by the winds. “What the heck, why are you not dying” isais would ask as sid would grab his face and slam him on the now wet floor. “Ah water is leaking in, it seems that you’re beginning to run out of time. “ The hedgehog in his pocket would hop out and bit Sid’s arm. Sid would grab him as the old lady would attempt to place seals on him. She would successfully place a seal on his back but as she would attempt to place a seal on his chest Sid would cause her to hit the hedgehog instead. Isais would scream, “WAIT DON’T” and she would freeze realizing that his pet is now in the way. She would attempt another taijutsu combination but without having to even release Isais , Sid would manage to grab hold of her and knock her out using Yamiton chakra. Isais seeing the use of Yamiton chakra would look on in shock. “ I must really thank you Isais for introducing a new element to this world.” Sid would reveal his own abbadon to isais. “ You see between me and you the Gobi is too soft and would never sum up the will to kill you. But abbadon would, and now in this world, abbadon reigns.” Sid would place abbadon to Isais’s head, “Say good night, Mind Shadow” Isais would go into a state of total insanity causing the Gobi to appear in the room outside of what seems like a forcefield. Gobi’s rage leaks chakra through the force field that sips into Isais causing him to go into a berserk state.
Isais begins to receive power from Gobi, who begins to calm down  due to being peaceful by nature. Gobi’s peace begins to calm Isais’s amplified rage rendering Sid’s technique useless. Isais now having the power of  two tails delivers and unexpected strike to Sid’s mid section. “I cant change the history of where I'm from but  can change the future, and make things better here. ” Sid would take damage from the shot delivered by Isais, but side would not allow himself to go down so easily. Sid flew over 3 ft away from Isais and after a few seconds he regained his composure. Sid would rise to his feet and face Isais. " You'd think that it would be that easy? You really think that im just an obstacle that you can over come?! You're wrong, I'm a demon to torment until your final breath." Sid would pull out  a stick and instantly the stick would be taken over by black, and become 6ft long. "You will know the power of Abbadon", Sid would continue as Isais readies himself for battle.  Isais would close in on Sid, with a barrage of strikes. Isais would begin with a right leg round house kick to sids left side. He'd then follow up with a left leg back kick aimed towards sids mid section and  even if that kick was not to connect Isais thought of following up with a less telegraphed 360 spin hook kick, using his right leg as a fake and the left leg to kick at head level. This combination was executed with speed and precision, but would be put to a hault by sid and his swinging bow staff. The black stick would effectively block every powerful strike delivered by Isais.  which came at a shock, this was merely a stick which has now become indestructible. Sid would then aim the lower half of the stick to strike  Isais's left leg at the knee area. Isais having the cloak of Gobi did not expect for this transformed weapon to have the capability to do the damage. But unexpectedly his knee caps would shatter upon impact. Leaving Isais in a heap of pain. Sid would continue his assault hitting multiple areas on Isais's body , breaking  every bone it comes in contact with. Isais would begin to cough out water from his longues. And as Sid would move closer to finish Isais off, he would stab the bottom of the stick through Isais's left kidney and Isais almost out of reflex would strap a explosive tag onto it. Sid would stare Isais in the eye  and after a few moments sid would pull the stick out of Isais and rotate the stick behind his neck for a finishing blow. But Sid never knew about the explosive tag and as it went from behind sids neck it would explode and with that Isais would wake up from the bottom of the river. Another mission complete, but  out of grace. How many times will Isais get lucky before he runs out of grace. Hopefully his next fight wont be his last. Elias kept reading on the fight between Isais and Sid. Although he found the fight between him and Cornelia to be much better.    

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When he continued his reading he was going back and forth trying to understand exactly the mindset Isais uses approaching his fights. Elias noticed that he’s calculating and heavily trap based in his combat style. Well he’d continue, but now with a different side story in the book “
What was the true power of the Chisosa? Mokuntaku was legendary as the only person currently in his clan to possess such a mutation, yet no one even knew its capabilities. So why such recognition? How come something so unknown was so legendary? It’s not like Moku was strong... he is a Jounin, but he isn’t deserving of such respect. Only the elders knew what the Chisosa did, and even then, they did not know the extent of its capabilities, just that it dealt in blood. Oh well. Moku’s mission of the day? Answer all of those question. More particularly, to gain some sort of proficiency with his Chisosa, or even determine if he truly possesses such capabilities, or if the elders are getting too old to think straight. Should Moku turn out to have such capabilities, he could become powerful... strong enough to be the Head of his Clan even, and at the very least he would be a known prodigy for generations to come.The man slowly strolled through the Kusamuragakure no Sato towards his destination, taking in all the smells and sights. He’d lived here all of his life, and still the beauty of the wildlife around him aroused a deep sense of calm and satisfaction within his soul. It seemed as if the entire Jungle had been painted pink, with the soft leaves flowing in the breeze, swirling around and taking their entire life to simply fall to the ground. They muffled the footsteps of the man as his foot hit the ground, turning his already Jounin stealth into complete silence.His feet came to a stop as he arrived at the Kaguya Temple, a particularly old and beautiful Sakura tree hanging over the entrance. Once more his feet resumed their pace as the Shinobi climbed the stairs leading to the temple and pushed through the doors blocking him from the residence of the clan elders. He intended on doing this training in their presence so as to at the very least obtain a level of guidance or advice. The Kaguya made his way quietly to the center of the temple, stopping and facing the five elders along the wall that stood across from the main entrance.
The elders knew his purpose for being in their presence, so after a swift bow to show his respect, Moku pushed them directly out of his mind. He had no clue what he would do or where he would start with this training, and distractions would not exactly lessen that pressure. The scene had apparently already been prepared for his presence as a bowl to catch his blood sat close by and bandages directly next to it. As Moku sat on his rear, cross-legged, and placed the bowl on his lap, the elders remained completely silent. It was almost as if this was a sacred event to them, and Moku was going to perform some type of ritual.The man held out his left hand as a pointed bone extended a few inches out from the palm, easily sharp enough to draw blood. Moku placed the point of the protruding bone at the base of the middle finger on his right hand, applying just enough force for it to sink slightly into his hand, forcing out a small droplet of blood. He then traced a five pointed star on the palm of his right hand by dragging the point of the bone into the needed shapes. The bone protruding from his hand slowly regressed back inside of his skin, and he clenched his right hand into a fist over the bowl and let it fill about halfway with blood before wrapping his hand in the bandages.

He sat now, completely still, searching within his mind to find somewhere to start or something to do to begin the process, but came up completely blank. Pulling himself back into the material world, the Kaguya glanced up at his panel of elders. He simply received a nod from the one in the middle, completely devoid of what it meant or what he was supposed to do. He let his head hang once more, now staring completely blankly at the bowl. He offered a weak smile, completely clueless before the words of one of the elders reached his ears; “Use your chakra. It is Ninjutsu you are learning.”

Moku silently begged for more, but knowing he would not get the additional advice he sought, he dipped his finger into the bowl, holding a condensed amount of chakra in his forefinger, doing nothing more than willing the blood towards his fingers. Simply put, the attempt failed and the blood remained completely still. He instead attempted to draw his finger throughout the bowl in an attempt to make at least a small amount of blood follow it, however he only succeeded in making himself seem like he was performing a sacrifice.

The male tried many other things from trying to make it multiply to heating it up, to solidify it and to turn it into a mist, all coming to the inevitable failure. Thoughts raced through his mind and he felt as if he was missing a key, as if there was some important fact or step he was missing. Moku gained a quizzical look on his face and looked up to the elder panel once more, addressing all of them and none of them. “May I have permission to view the old legends and scriptures to see what I can derive?” He was answered with only a nod from the elder in the middle.

At this, Moku stood and walked toward the right side of the room, being careful not to knock over his bowl of blood as he stepped over it. He walked through a small door and found himself in an old dusty room whose only distinguishing feature from a broom cupboard was size. It was old, damp, and moldy with very poor lighting. It stank as if the wood beneath his feet was rotting and there were old scrolls and scriptures hanging in shelves and falling over them.

Moku spent hours scouring through the texts, finding little more than legends and research on the Shikotsumyaku. It took well into the night to find anything relevant; the journal of one of his ancestors. Toro Kaguya was Moku’s great-plus-about-a-million-more-greats grandfather, and he was a man who had possessed both the Chisosa and Tansososa. Carrying this at his side, Moku re-entered the Temple’s main chamber to see that only two elders remained, and only one of whom had been there before.

Moku afforded them no real recognition this time, and simply plopped right down and began his analysis of the journal. It didn’t go back to as far as when the man was training his Chisosa and Tansososa, but it did describe certain feelings and sensations he had when he used them, as well as some Jutsu he came up with later in his life. It detailed how he used it in battle and in training, as well as dangers and problems he had come across while using it. After reading for a bit, Moku set the book aside and once more picked up his bowl.

After having sat for so long, the bowl of blood was cold. Not icily so, but it had cooled from his normal body temperature down to room temperature. Glancing at the journal, Moku once more dipped his index finger into the bowl of his blood and applied chakra, attempting to make the blood rush to his finger. This time, again. to no avail. However, he DID feel a slight drainage of his chakra as if he’d used a Jutsu and just could not detect its result. A smile spread across his face now as encouragement and excitement filled his heart.

The man now tried to do something simpler that was talked about in the journal. Instead of adding or changing energy to manipulate the blood, he would simply try to add more blood. While at first he was completely unsuccessful, he still felt the chakra pull and used this as motivation to keep going. He worked at it until the pain in his neck kept it so stiff he actually had to struggle to straighten it again, before once more diving into the bowl.

The ecstatic scream of the word “YES!!!” marked Moku’s success. He’d not only succeeded in adding more blood to the bowl, but now the entire floor of the Kaguya Temple was covered in blood. One would almost think there had been a slaughter if it weren’t completely devoid of bodies. Moku smiled ear to ear at the elders who simply gaped at the large mess before darting out the door into the night, ready for some much needed rest so that he could tackle something new when he awoke. Perhaps Moku could be the prodigy that came once in a score of generations. Maybe from him could come more users of the Chisosa, and from them more, until the Kaguya ascended into greatness. Only time could tell...Ting. Click. Clump. It could be heard as kunai and bone collided in midair. His breathing came jagged and unstable, inhaling and exhaling through a mouth that somehow bore a smile. Perhaps it was the results of part one of his training today. He’d managed to become accurate enough with the bones from his Shikotsumyaku to hit projectiles in midair, a sense of deep satisfaction becoming visible on him as the kunai and bone collided, changing the trajectory directly downward. He still hadn’t mastered changing trajectory with enough accuracy to hit an opponent behind him, but his skill was obviously coming along.

Moku straightened himself from his ready stance as his breathing slowed, once more gaining stability and control. He spoke now with a voice as smooth as silk, quite low in volume but somehow able to carry across the entire training grounds. “Alright Kogo, that’s enough. I’m off to do that ‘other’ training now.” Kogo was a member of Moku’s clan and his training partner for the day. He knew how important ‘that’ training was for both the knowledge and power of the clan, so he did not protest when the man was ready to train on his own. He simply smiled and took off into the Jungle.

‘That’ training. It was all Moku tended to call it, for the names Chisosa and Tansososa seemed so complicated to pronounce and hard for others to understand that it just created situations where Moku had to explain things; and oh how annoying it was when he explained things because rather than making him sound smart, he just seemed like an idiot. He scoffed as he thought of when he had explained it to Ryujin, specifically remembering the profound amount of “Uh’s” and “Ummmm’s”. The very thought of it embarrassed him...

Almost as a means to take his mind off of it, Moku turned now on his heel in the direction of a private Kaguya training grounds. Sure, there was no reason to train there above where he was now, out in the wilderness, but he needed the walk to give him time to meditate on exactly where to start with this thing. The breeze ran through his scarlet hair, something he was proud of. Where most people from his clan have white hair and hideous birth-marks on their foreheads, Moku looked like just some ordinary person with amazing red hair.

Mentally the Jounin shook himself. Where does one start when trainingthe mastery of Carbon? His mind searched and searched for any prior knowledge of the element, but to no avail. How would he learn to master something he knew nothing about? Knowledge WAS power after all, and in this case he meant it quite literally. He could ask the elders, they were mostly wise. But then again, the use of Carbon was intertwined with science, and most everything the elders ever spoke of was legend and myth; those things and science didn’t get along too well.

What then, were his options? There were obviously experts on the subject in the village, as well as a decent sized library. Maybe even teachers at the academy could help him in his dilemma. As he thought, he decided that his best bet would be talking to an expert or two in the village to get a bit of a background in the subject, then hit the books for a nit-picky analysis. It was these moments Moku thought he was a nerd; after all, who researches while training?

Having finally come up with a specific destination, Moku picked up speed heading toward the village. He leapt off the ground to ascend into the trees of the jungle, leaping from branch to branch to cover ground faster. The bark could be felt beneath his shoes to crack, twist, and break at his every step as he landed heavily to be sure he didn’t misstep. He wasn’t worried about an enemy, he was in friendly territory after all. Minutes passed and Moku could tell he was nearing the village. He’d spent his entire young life in this Jungle and wasn’t exactly unfamiliar with its mappings.

Surely enough, before long he emerged from the thickets and the tree-line, just a small walking distance from the village. Of course he didn’t walk though; his mind was racing from the possibilities of the Tansososa and any sense of patience had completely left him, causing his body to almost uncontrollably sprint toward the village, and more importantly toward its knowledge. He made his way quickly to the information and research facilities so he could talk to all of the smart sciency guys inside, arriving in just a few moments.

Opening the door, the Kaguya stepped inside, reaching for a flask on his waist at the same time, taking a long, sweet swig of sweetened water before looking about for who he would need. Completely stumped, he instead approached a young woman who seemed as if she knew the facility well, maybe an employee or something by the looks of it. “Hey uh, do you know where I could find someone who knows something about Car-... I mean uh, where can I find the Chemists?”

The female looked a bit perplexed as she answered, obviously worried that Moku was obviously not intent on telling her what he needed. “Uh... yeah, if you walk down this hall,” she spoke as she pointed over her shoulder, “you’ll run into Doctor Mukuru’s office. He should be in today.”

Moku smiled largely, walking swiftly toward where she directed him, looking over his shoulder, “Ah! Thank you!” before hurrying toward the smart Doctor guy. His door was open, but Moku didn’t enter as he apparently seemed busy. He waited instead for the man to look up and invite him in, finally doing so after signing a document on his desk.

“Ah, a Shinobi! Can I help you?” The man spoke in an overly enthusiastic voice, as if he’d just received some amazing news.

“Uh, yes sir. I just needed some help, are you Doctor Mukuru?”

“Yes, I am. You aren’t in any sort of trouble, are you?”

“Wha-- ooohhh, no, no nothing like that! I just wanted to know, what can you tell me about the element Carbon?”

“You must be that man I heard about, the Kaguya? Carbon, Carbon... well, it is one of the most abundant substances in the world for starters. It happens to be involved in every single organic compound, thus calling for its own branch of Chemistry called Organic Chemistry. It has several allotropes, known as Graphite, Diamond, and Amorphous. What else... what else... besides that, it is present in Carbon Dioxide, Carbon Monoxide, and a bunch of other gases in our atmosphere. Sorry, it’s not my area of expertise, I don’t know much.”

“Thank you Doctor uh... Mukuru, right?”

“Yeah. Let me know if there is anything else I can do, I’d be glad to help.”

“Will do.” And with that, Moku exited the room, once more walking down the hallway and leaving the building. He stopped for a moment, almost unsure of where he was going, before the invisible light bulb above his head clicked on and he remembered once more. He was headed toward the library, to dig up some more information on the Tansososa before attempting to learn its uses and exactly how to manifest such capabilities. A smile spread across his face as he thought of mastering one of the most abundant elements in the world.

The library was a tall, very old building with little to no windows. It was probably to preserve the books as long as possible, as well as keep it cool within the inside. It had many Sakura trees growing along the sides of it, and the pink leaves spread all across the ground around it, as well as the stairs, window sills, gutters, and ledges. It was very quiet around this area, almost as if children were afraid of the place; as if it were cursed. Moku remembered way back when he used to love studying, though now he’d much more prefer to learn through practice.

He began his ascent to the stairs and when he entered the library was immediately shocked by the temperature difference. Where it was warm outside it was nearly cold in here, just barely above the level which it became uncomfortable. He hadn’t been inside this library very often, as a kid preferring the one inside the academy, but it was much smaller and probably did not have what he was looking for. The Jounin almost approached a librarian for help before realizing he’d look stupid as an elite shinobi who couldn’t find a book.

Instead, the man approached the front desk and looked through the paper log. He found the section titled chemistry and looked for something that would focus primarily on Carbon. Finding the title of the book, and its number, he wandered through the isles of the library before finding a book with a number close to the one he was looking for. He moved in chronological order and after a few moments pinpointed the book he needed. “There! That wasn’t so hard...”

The book detailed many things about Carbon. It detailed how it was used in manufacturing, it detailed its allotropes, and a bunch of information he hardly found relevant. It seemed like over half the book was only a history of Carbon, no real usable information. Though, it wasn’t actually surprising. After all, what author writes a book on how to use Carbon in Ninjutsu if only one person with such capabilities came along every few generations? Though it took awhile, Moku read through most of the book before finding the section he needed. It toled of things like the atomic number, its boiling point, its melting point, its reactions with other substances... he remained there nearly all day and night, reading up on the subject before he determined he knew enough to make an attempt at its use.

Moku returned the book and locked up; he was trusted to do so as he was a Jounin of the village and needed to remain far past the closing time. He now ventured toward the Kaguya Temple, and sat himself in the same place in the center of the main chamber where he unlocked the use of his Chisosa. Now he would finally put forth a practical use to the Tansososa, the use of Carbon, and learn if he could even attain these abilities.

It was immediately apparent that learning the Tansososa and the Chisosa were completely different. No matter what the male attempted, he could not feel the general chakra pull that he got after attempting a Ninjutsu. He threaded his chakra through the air and tried to round up the Carbon; in a completely unsuccessful attempt. He was completely befuddled as to how he would do this. After all, he knew very little about Chemistry besides what was taught in school and what he had learned today. No one could completely master a subject in a day.

Knowing Carbon resides in all Organic compounds, Moku tried the next bit on himself. He attempted to increase the Carbon production in his hair, and to hopefully make it grow; again, to no avail, however he now slightly felt the chakra pull of the technique as if he were close. He could not go to his ancestor’s journal in this subject... for in that journal, he had no use of the Tansososa, and it was unknown whether he ever DID gain control over it. Sighing, Moku racked his brain for more than a hint to what he was supposed to do.

The previously dim invisible light bulb above his head once more turned on. Perhaps the reason he couldn’t do anything was simply because he was not targeting the Carbon directly. After all, Carbon does not often reside in a pure form, at least not in abundance. It was normally bonded with something or some sort of other substance to create compounds. Perhaps this realization could give him some insight on how to perform the final stage of his Kekkei Genkai...

Now he used his chakra to locate the common gas, Carbon Dioxide. To get a feel for what it felt like, he observed the breaths leaving his body, as that was primarily the gas he was looking for. Locating a large enough sample size, the Jounin attempted to “lock” his chakra onto the bonded Carbon atoms. He began to “pull” and slowly unbonded the Carbon from the Carbon Dioxide, leaving behind the simple Oxygen substance.

He practiced doing what he’d just done over and over again, attempting to get a feel for doing it. He also worked to increase the speed at which he did so, as well as do it without completely focusing on it like he had been. After working at this for several hours, he finally managed to separate the Carbon, feeling it fall in a dusty, powdery form onto his head and face, as well as his shoulders. He yawned slightly, a bit tired, though extremely joyous at his apparent success.

Moku almost began to wonder what the manipulation of Carbon could ACTUALLY do for him in battle. After all, it was only falling in the form of powders and dust. Then it occurred to him that it’d wasn’t impossible to fix that. He simply had to attract the Carbon together into usable items and attacks. Easier said than done... how the hell would he do that?

Once more, the Jounin threaded his chakra through the air. He did the process which separated the Carbon from the other substances in the air, and now “pulled” the atoms together. At first to no avail, he attempted to do something else. He now used his chakra to amplify the natural attraction between the Carbon, and just as he did so a clump of pure Carbon element fell on his lap. His mouth dropped open as he looked down at the black substance. It was crusty and fell apart as he picked it up, but it was progress that couldnt be denied.

5 AM... it was 5 AM, over 17 hours since he had began his training. It had taken him 17 hours to learn about Carbon and to bring it together. He chuckled a bit as he thought of how angry the elders would be that he had not waited for them, nor notified them that he’d be training the Tansososa today. They’d wanted to observe just like they had with the Chisosa, but Moku hadn’t liked the attention he got with that. It was difficult for him to focus primarily on the matter at hand with the people he looked up to most staring at him the entire time, silent. He smirked and exited the building, leaving the pure Carbon there, wondering if it’d tell the Elders what happened... they’d be here in a few hours after all.
Bond 6: The Final Encounter

It started as a sunny day within the walls of the blizzard country. Isais had been up before the sun, training every jutsu, counter, and vise that he knows. All for an opportunity to go back into his very own self conscious and slaughter a demon that dwells there. In total, Isais has been training seven days and seven nights for this encounter, and after soo many hours of training, Isais is ready. He would go off, away from the village, to keep the village from whatever horror can be caused by his transformation. He’d take with him his ninja gear, and once again; leave a note for Xavier to find if he does not make it back in time. After a few more minutes, and a few more preparations, Isais was off towards the dreamer’s pond. This pond has been an asset to Isais and his training; its help him discover the history of a fallen Nadaregakure, but most importantly; this pond has a strange ability to help one into their subconscious by forcing them to fall into a deep sleep. Alas, Isais has arrived and so he strips down and enters the river. He lays there until finally he falls asleep and begins to sink.

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Isais would wake up, but it wasn’t what he had expected to wake up to. He was expecting to be in the world of old Nadaregakure, a place where he feels that he has more control over due to his research. Instead he is in a massive battle field covered with the bones of the dead. He would look around and notice his brother standing next to him, Isais would question, “Detsuji, what are you doing here, bro?” His brother would appear a lot more focused than usual and without answering, Isais verbally, he’d point at the creature in front of them. Sure enough the creature was Abbadon, and he did show. Isais would continue, “You’re not Detsuji are you? You’re the Gobi, why do you insist on taking my brother’s form in times like this?” The Gobi would respond, “Because you would trust your brother, and if we are to take him out today, you’re going to have to trust me.” Isais would face the Abbadon and watch the massive pale creature just stand there as if it was uninterested in what will happen next. After a few moments of staring, Abbadon would reach down and grab a decomposing body and start to feed off of it. This site caused Isais to cringe in disgust as he would look at the Gobi, ready to work with him as a team, but first he had to clear the air of a few things.
“Hey Gobi, a few years back, when my brother died. Did you kill him?” The Gobi, disguised as Detsuji responds to Isais’s question, “Yes, on that day I killed Detsuji, but on that day Abbadon was the one pulling the strings”. Isais would be reminded of seven days ago, when he battled the Gobi. All they both could think about was survival, it had nothing to do with hate, nor did they know why they were trying to survive each other. It was a complete brain wash and once again Abbadon was pulling the strings. Isais would think of the situation between him and Tenzou. Tenzou is the target because he was the one pulling the strings, so why is Gobi his target? Isais would breathe in and then out clearing his mind of predetermined notions and opinions about Gobi and he would speak. “Well alright, let’s get this fight started then. “

Isais would give Gobi a thumb up, and Detsuji’s eyes would turn into that of the Gobi’s and he would stare at Isais, finding it hard to believe that the two will finally work together. Gobi would return the thumbs up and vanish. Isais would then look at Abbadon who is still chewing upon the dead. Gobi would speak from within Isais, “You know all his moves, but he is in complete form in this realm so be careful.” Isais would look completely focused and unmoved by Abbadon’s appearance. Isais would then begin to charge up Gobi’s chakra as he would say to Gobi, “Complete form our not, I will avenge my brother, then I will kill Tenzou. “ Isais would let the Gobi’s chakra explode, “ AHHHHH! Four Tail Transformation!”
Isais would smile, learning that he had successfully gone up to four tails without any trouble. The amount of power that he felt and was controlling was unlike anything that he has felt before. “Remarkable” he would let that word slip from his mouth as, Abbadon continues chewing on the dead, still unimpressed by what Isais has been able to pull off. Isais begins by charging Abbadon and jumping into the air, to hit him with a superman punch, towards his right side. Abbadon would keep the upper body of the human being in his mouth and catch the incoming punch from Isais with his right hand. He would then look at Isais with the corner of his eye, and then swing Isais, twice before throwing him aside. Isais would maneuver in the air, showing off his incredible acrobatics to do a side flip before his body would hit the ground, in order to land on his feet and have all the momentum to simply cause him to slide away a few feet from his point of landing. Isais would go forth again, moving at top speed of 120 mph as Abbadon would throw the rest of the dead man’s body at Isais. Isais would quickly react with another double leg, side flip over the tossed body, and as Isais’ body would whip back around, he’d use his four tails to jab at Abbadon.

Abbadon would use his arms to guard his chest as the tails would jab away. The more these tails would jab the more Isais could feel the breaking of Abbadon’s bones. Abbadon wouldn’t show any emotion towards the breaking. Isais would then start jabbing at Abbadon’s head, breaking bones there, but Abbadon’s face would simply recover. (The heck is going on how’s he able to regenerate so quickly), Isais would think to himself, as Gobi would reply, (Well he is a demon, he doesn’t truly have a body of his own, he probably fuels himself on the souls and corpses). Isais would be baffled, (well then how do we defeat someone like that?) Isais would then do a few hand seals and activate his Wind Guard technique. Isais would begin unleashing a barrage of taijutsu combinations. He would start with a right leg spin round house kick, and a left leg back kick. Abbadon would get caught by the winds of the right leg spin round house kick and get stuck in his place to catch the back kick that would send Abbadon flying twelve feet. Isais would then come in with a right leg 360 spin hook kick. The immense wind would come charging to Abbadon’s left side, but Abbadon would roll forward and out of the incoming attack and with one punch would send Isais flying 20 feet.

Isais would go crashing into the ground and bones of many. Abbadon would then reach down and grab hold of two rib bones, one for each hand and he’d face, Isais. Isais would get up and look at him, as both bones would turn pitch black and become about 3 feet long. Isais would then weave more hand seals and unleash his liquid hydra technique. He’d charge at Abbadon once more, and as his hydras would thrash and bite at Abbadon, he’d block them with his amazing kenjutsu prowess. So Isais, was forced to turn up the heat; he’d have the hydras continuously attacking Abbadon in their liquid form and when Isais would find opportunity, he’d throw wind punches at him. It seemed to be working until; Abbadon would explode with purple mist that Isais at the time could not see. Isais thought that he had destroyed Abbadon until it would repair itself before Isais’s very eyes. “It’s over, your body and your power will now be mine”, Abbadon would finally say. Isais would look around and notice that his skin is a tint of purple. By now Isais was already familiar with the technique and knew exactly what such a technique had meant. ( Damn it, we’ve been contaminated with a chakra virus), Isais would exclaim to Gobi. (That means our jutsus are worthless now, cancel your Wind Guard technique and use your hydra until it runs out). Isais would do exactly what Gobi had instructed and as he attempted to use the hydras to grab hold of abbadon and tear him into pieces abbadon would bring forth a black version of the liquid hydra technique to counter the current version.  

After an hour of fighting for an upper hand, Abbadon would find and opening and toss his bone saber that would get through Isais’s hydra and cut clean, Isais’s right shoulder. Then abbadon’s liquid hydra would grab hold of Isais, while his own liquid hydra would fade. Isais’ arm would start hanging from its socket. As Isais would be elevated and he would look at his arm, when he’d realize his way of defeating abbadon. “ It took me over an hour to finally figure out that I had you beat all along.” Abbadon would look at him confused, so Isais would continue, “ It’s funny that you don’t even get it yet, but you see you can’t operate without a body. And by body I don’t mean the ugly one that’s standing before me, I mean a real body like mine. That’s why you’re soo obsessed with taking over, but you see. Your only link to my body is the gauntlet on my right arm. I may not really be able to remove it, or at least I haven’t figured it out yet, but I can tell you this. I can live just fine without a right arm. “ Abbadon realizing what Isais is saying attempts to finish him off with his bone saber and Isais would activate his wind guard technique and smile. “ Isn’t that right….” Isais would think about his older brother and the toys that they would play with. There was one toy that was a manta ray and it was his brother’s favorite toy. He would call it,” Ei” and as Isais would speak the name, the Gobi would smiled and before Isais could get hit, a tail would smack away the saber and Isais would transform into the Gobi.

The Gobi was being lifted with its tails as the liquid hydras and the virus would expire. Gobi would release a massive title wave that would engulf the entire field causing Abbadon to be knocked off his feet and right before the abbadon could look back at the Gobi, it was gone. Suddenly a prison would be formed to keep Abbadon in a 10 x 10 confinement along with what is Isais’s right arm. Suddenly the Gobi would surface and reveal a bijuu bomb. Abbadon would attempt to run out of the cage, but first needed to grab the arm, but no matter how hard he tried the arm just kept phasing through him. “What’s the meaning of this?” Abbadon shouted, Gobi would explain in a combined voice of himself and Isais, “ Abbadon the weapon is essentially your soul, what entity can touch their own soul? Finally its over.. FOR DETSUJI!” In a burst, Isais would release the bijuu bomb upon Abbadon and the right arm. The explosion was massive and everything within the area would become nothing but ash. After the debris had cleared Isais was on the ground next to Abbadon. Abbadon began to burn and turn to ash along with the countless bodies, and just like that a tidal wave would come in. Isais had never been soo happy to know that his time was up.

Isais would lay there in pain counting the seconds until he is taken away by the water, and with those second he would say good bye to his trips to old Nadregakure. This maybe his last time coming back, but his trips here were not in vain. The water would catch him and Isais would wake up once again from the bottom of the pond. When he reached the top for air he would smile knowing that he has completed what his parents had wanted for him. He has completely mastered the Gobi, now the next thing will be taking care of Tenzou. Until then, today is his day of celebration, He and the Gobi had finally combined forces and became friends in the name of his brother and Gobi’s friend, Detsuji. “Ei, that’s a beautiful name”, Isais would say to himself as he gets dressed and walk back to his village.
Mombo walked away from the village and into the forest as he grab a small scroll from his back pocket pulling it into view and unrolling it. He had to deliver this small scroll to a neighboring small country a few meters outside the hidden hurricane. He was rather excited to be helping out his village with such an important task, although it seemed boring to most Mombo was happy to be doing such a miniscule deed which seemed large in his eyes. He walked fast as he read the scroll aloud but quietly to himself.

"Seal, seal, seal" He said as he read off what the writings were for, he had basic knowledge of what basic seals were and how they looked.

Mombo looked up as the breeze around him picked up rolling the scroll back up and placing it back in his pocket. The breeze picked up even more as it blew back his clothes and hair a bit. He grabbed a kunai from his person as he crouched and looked around, his eyes darted back and forth as he tried to prepare himself for an oncoming attack. By the wind picking up mysteriously he could tell he had company, the only thing unclear to him was why and where. A scrawny looking man appeared from beside a cluster of trees and bushes holding his skinny bone like arm out at Mombo. He wore a headband of course which was blank no markings on it once so ever. A black shirt adorned his chest only one sleeve on the left side the same arm that was held out at him, the base of the shirt tight and form fitting along with the sleeve. A white vest with on strap went over his right shoulder covering most of his stomach but not his abdomen plain black pants and basic shoes. Everything was small on this guy he looked like death, but somehow he was alive. As he held his arm up the wind continued, he close his hand into a fist then let it settle by his side.

Mombo looked up at him not uttering a word just checking the man out, his eyes darted up and down then outward looking around him. He didn't sense no one else or at least couldn't sense no one else, the man smiled as he darted forward at Mombo, Mombo darted back as he tried to make hand signs. He wasn't properly equipped to do hand to hand which was the reason for him distancing. He began to fold some hand signs as he yelled aloud "Water Release: Gunshot" as his mouth filled with water.

Blowing the large ball out as he floated through the air right as the ball of water was about to be release he heard a wish in the air followed by a fist on his chin sending him flying hard into the ground. He slide across the hard surface hitting he coughed a bit as he looked up another man appeared, unlike the previous one he was bigger way bigger. He settled on the ground beside the small one who looked exactly the same besides the muscles both folding their arms as Mombo got up a bruise on his cheek. He looked up at the newcomer wiping his face as he stood up shaking slowly. He looked at the two deeper as he began to step to the side trying to distance himself. His brain was racing fast he could not understand why he was being attacked he did not even know who they were. All he knew is he could die at any moment.

“I bet you’re confused boy, let us enlighten you.” The two men said in unison as if they shared a voice.
Mombo’s eyebrow rose high as he stared at the men intent on listening while still slowly distancing himself. Their mannerism confused and intrigued him, they had caught his attention even more than they already had. But Mombo was not such a stupid one to give up the opportunity of letting them finish talking before he made a daring escape. Right as they went to communicate in unison he took off catching them by surprise. Before he knew it they were folding into the foliage behind him frantically trying to keep up.
He smiled as they disappeared behind him only to have the ground shake with a gruesome stomp which cracked the ground and sent him in the air. He spun wildly as time seemed to slow down for him. He was floating scared and confused as he hit the ground bouncing slightly. He didn’t bother sitting up and was not feeling so well now. Crippled with the pain from falling he could only look up as he saw the same buff man from earlier. His mind went blank as he began to freak out, he could not wrap his brain around who these people were or what they wanted. The two from earlier came but they were extremely skinny.
“H...h...h” was all he could muster up as he looked at them bending his head slowly as his body stayed limp.
“Are you going to run away again? Or do we have to beat you some more until you learn a child’s place?”
The three said in unison it was beginning to annoy Mombo his nerves were running thin along with his endurance from being pummeled so much. He said nothing only mustering up a weaken groan which they took for a yes.
“Well I suppose that’s a yes, very well then we shall tell you the story of our people and how we came to be how we were thrown away casted aside like trash. About how we stayed strong and prospered.” Mombo looked up at them as he blinked once preparing himself for a tale. His eyes shut as he heard a low growl deep within him slowly emerge. He felt the malevolent chakra broil up and up bearing deep within him.
Meditation. Quiet. Thought. Peace. Bliss. These words swirled in the head of Moku as he sat high in a Sakura Tree, contemplating so many things and nothing at the same time. He contemplated nothing quite literally. Exactly what it was to be “nothing.” Nothing, no one, without a name or purpose or thought. Alert and groggy at the same time, Moku slipped out of the tree so gracefully that one could think he was free-falling in his sleep. Not a muscle moved or twitched, and when he landed from a height that would break bones of any normal man, he simply rubbed his ankles and continued on.

There was a certain part of the Jungle that he had in mind. A secluded, private piece of land that Moku owned himself. It wasn’t large, or vast, or impressive in the slightest to anyone who did not see the pleasure of living in solitude. However, to him, the three walls of Earth which took the form of great, sky-lining cliffs and the small opening on one end almost like a land-anchored peninsula meant one thing: alone time. Ever since he’d done what he had to Ryujin, the village rarely looked at him the same. People of all ages recognized him and where most Shinobi looked admiringly at him, the civilians seemed to hate and fear him. Except the elders. Elders were the only people who seemed to understand the pain of what he had done.

The Kaguya shook himself mentally and reminded himself that today, he meant business. He’d been stricken with an idea that if he could expand bones already outside his body, not only could he produce smaller bones and thus recover from them faster, he could re-use old and broken bones, and even utilize his pack of crushed bone fragments turning them to weapons of full size without further damaging his body or taking time to rip bones out of his body.

The elite ninja plunged his hand into his clothes, and approaching a tree stump, withdrew three objects which he lay on the make-shift wooden table before him. The objects were of an ominous milky-white, dense substance. At first, to any other person, they couldn’t be recognized for what they were. However, close inspection could reveal that they were, indeed, probably the densest bones that the observer had ever beheld. Most people could not break them with their own brute strength. These bones, Moku’s bones, would be the center of his training today.

He was hoping to create a technique called Shikotsumyaku: Expand. A Ninjutsu which could do exactly what it was he imagined; expand exterior bones. For a while, he had no idea how he would do this, or where to even start. Performing Ninjutsu as a Kaguya was... quite complicated indeed. Without a medium of hand seals to concentrate and apply chakra, one had to consciously and intricately mold their chakra in a way that would allow them to gain the intended effect, and even then, most known jutsu were completely unavailable to the Kaguya.  

Moku stroked the bone he lay in the middle before beginning. The first time he simply tried to “make it bigger.” He thought that if he bombarded the bone with chakra and with that intent in mind, it would somehow miraculously read his thoughts and obey them. Of course he was unsuccessful. He next had the idea that he could “pull” on the edges and ends of the bone and make it stretch, or get bigger. Once more, he was unsuccessful.  

More ideas and thoughts passed through his mind. He wound up trying many things, including stroking his finger across the bone, infusing it with chakra, hoping the bone would grow in the direction that the Kaguya was stroking. Then it struck him; he was trying to write the answer to the equation before he wrote the equation and worked it out. In other words, he was trying to produce the end result without following the steps needed to get there.  

So now he made his attemot at his new theory; Moku held the bone in his hand and filled it with his chakra. Next, rather than trying to simpy expand the matter that was there, Moku replicated the Calcium and other material that could be found in the bone of a human and controlled its deposits. He induced the creation of cells in his bone and essentially, they grew, rather than expanded. Because it was his first attempt, the jutsu drained him, and produced very little result. He could tell the bone changed because it was rougher; almost as if the Calcium deposited incompletely, in little bumps.  

As the day wore on, more attempts at the jutsu were made. He made a goal to expand small bone shrapnel to full-length swords, at a larger distance and without contact. The jutsu progressed in very distinct stages. Like the first attempt, for a long while, the jutsu was uncontrolled, small, and drained him terribly. Slowly, he managed to produce larger results; though still uncontrolled, he eventually managed to turn a small nugget into a basketball-sized ball. Not the shape at all that he intended, but it was progress that he could not deny.

Soon after he managed to expand the jutsu to what he guessed was its max capacity, or at least close to it, he began to control the deposits. The shape, and location that the bone would grow in. The previously mentioned basketball became less round. It became longer, and thinner. Slowly and ever so slowly, he could make the distinct shape of a blade. Though it was not exactly smooth, nor correctly proportionalized, it was doubtless that there was great improvement in his performance of the jutsu. It was simply motivation for him to keep going, and keep trying.

When the basketball was completely replaced by an immaculate katana made of bone, Moku was satisfied enough to move on to the next milestone; reducing the chakra cost of the technique. As it stood, the technique required too much chakra to be of any use. However, it did not take too long to rid himself of this obstacle as well. For as he practiced more and more, he began to master the technique, and after he was completely satisfied by the needed amount of chakra, about that of a C-Rank technique, he decided any other progress would have to wait until the next day. And with that, he found himself a nice, soft patch of mold and slept.
It was midnight in the village hidden by the moonlight. When you think about the name, you have stop for a moment and wonder how a village could hide in light, Yuri often thought about this often. Usually light is use as a source to reveal secrets not hide them right? Anyways as the moon shine brightly in the sky, most people in the hidden moon village would be asleep in their beds right now, experiencing wonderful dreams or horrible nightmares. While in their slumber, these people entrusted their safety to the ninjas who preformed nightly patrols in and around the hidden moon village. Night time is a ninja best friend's and to the Onmyoton clan's it was best to stick in the shadows, the clan was highly secretive of their Jutsu and Bloodline ability, which was call Onmyoton of Yin-Yang Release. Unlike most ninja who surprising do their training out in the public training areas around the village, Onmyoton's ninjas do the vast majority of their training in the safety of the Onmyoton compound, in fact in was written rule that any training of new abilities must been done in the Onmyoton compound or face the risk of death for foolishly revealing the secrets of Onmyoton clan.

The new promoted Chuunin, Yuri was sitting on a large, table shape rock in the louts position, as she was flipping through the pages of her Icha Icha novel, this novel was about a couple discovering the joys of B.D.S.M. As Yuri read the novel, she began to formulate new genjutsu based on the art of B.D.S.M. The concepts and ideas of this style of love intrigued Yuri. With a small smile across her face. Yuri look up to the moon. "Icha Icha you are truly a source of creativity." Yuri close the small orange book she held in her hand and sat it down on the small rock beside her. Yuri took a deep breath and then released it, as she close her eyes and begin the process of making a new Genjutsu. Everything was silent around the Onmyoton Chuunin, a small breeze blew some leaves in front of Yuri as she remained as motionless and silent as a stone, Yuri was in total thinking mode or what she like to call it, Focus Yuri mode or Zen mode. The young ninja was gather the element of Yoton as an image begin to appeared in her mind. A overly tall woman of ten feet with curves that can even make Rankujo women, green with envy, was slowly forming inside, Yuri mind.  The woman was as naked as a newborn baby, at first but quickly she was cover in black leather cat suit that only enhance the curves this woman had. Finally Yuri imaged a black leather whip in the hands of the woman. "Stage one is successful. Moving on to stage two" Yuri mentally told herself as she open her eyes and narrowed her eyes on space in front of her. If anyone was watching Yuri, they would noticed that a woman of large stature dressed in form-fitting leather cat suit soon appeared in front of yuri, once Yuri had the genjutsu active, it took only the Chuunin a few moments to make her Genjutsu into reality by adding the yoton element into the illusion. "Stage two is successful. Moving on to the final stage" Yuri sent a mental ordered to the woman, which she nickname Dominatix to face her and raise her whip, the Dominartix crack on her whip on the ground as she giving the command to whip Yuri. Yuri braced herself as the Dominating Diva, whip Yuri on her arm three times before she was given the command to stop. Yuri hiss, as she look at her arm to access the damage of her genjutsu made real, the damage was minimal, there was bruising and a sting sensation but nothing else beyond that, satisfy with her findings, Yuri made the diva move around the training area, whipping the trees and anything unfortunate enough to get in the way of the diva.  Yuri watch the Diva for nearly an hour as she make meant notes about it physical capabilities, Yuri guessed that the Diva could be best rank at a genin level. "The Final Stage in Finshed. New Genjutsu learned, more practice is needed of course to truly pefercted it but for now. I should head to bed." Yuri ended the genjutsu as she stood up and headed back inside her house and made her way to her room to sleep. It was midnight in the village hidden by the moonlight. When you think about the name, you have stop for a moment and wonder how a village could hide in light, Yuri often thought about this often. Usually light is use as a source to reveal secrets not hide them right? Anyways as the moon shine brightly in the sky, most people in the hidden moon village would be asleep in their beds right now, experiencing wonderful dreams or horrible nightmares. While in their slumber, these people entrusted their safety to the ninjas who preformed nightly patrols in and around the hidden moon village. Night time is a ninja best friend's and to the Onmyoton clan's it was best to stick in the shadows, the clan was highly secretive of their Jutsu and Bloodline ability, which was call Onmyoton of Yin-Yang Release. Unlike most ninja who surprising do their training out in the public training areas around the village, Onmyoton's ninjas do the vast majority of their training in the safety of the Onmyoton compound, in fact in was written rule that any training of new abilities must been done in the Onmyoton compound or face the risk of death for foolishly revealing the secrets of Onmyoton clan.


On the table in front of her, Yuri had two books open as she look through each one. The first book she looking at was the 7th edition of the Icha Icha Series, Icha Bondage: 'The Pleasures of Pain.' , the second book was about a little black book label. 'Bondage for Beginners' and the third and final book she had out on the table was a large pink book called 'Romance for dummies! That means you!' That last book always did got a laugh from her. "Let's what we have here, Saint Andrew's Cross!" Yuri place a hand on her cheek, as she flip the page of the black book. "The Andrew's cross also know as Crux decussate or the X-Cross is a common piece of equipment use in BDSM Dungeons. Interesting concept, I hope I'm not become a sadist or a masochist. That wouldn't be good." Yuri entertain the thought of herself in a Dungeons being tied by her mistress. The thought did have its appeal but if Yuri was going to let anyone be her mistress, she would to trust them completely. Also this wasn't the time to be thinking about her sex life. She had research and training to do. "The Crux decussate, oh god I love that name, typically provides restraining points for ankles, wrists, and waist. When someone is secured to the Crux decussate, the subject is restrained in a spread-eagle position, a popular position in bedroom bondage due to how it leaves the submissive vulnerable to various  mature acts. Wow that a bit kinky but I do need way to keep my opponent from moving around to much. Hehe, on man I have a truly perverted mind but I don't mind. In fact I no shame in admitting to people that I'm a pervert." Yuri giggled to herself as she flip the page and contained to read out aloud, it was a good thing her parents were sleeping or they might have freak out. "The people in the spread eagle  has his or her arms outstretched and legs apart, figuratively resembling an eagle with wings spread or in for a better example think of a human "X". Okay I got the basic conpect in mind, now I just need to put in practice but who to test this on?" There was zero chance that Yuri would ask someone from her family to help her, that would be extremely awkward and uncomfortable. With no other choice Yuri figure she could test out her new genjutsu on herself, hopefully no one with perverted thoughts would catch her in such a vulnerable position. If they do I hope it be a sexy female and not some fat dude. Yuri cringle at the thought of some fat guy touching her.

"In the future if I going to based more my genjutsu on bondage, I think I going to need someone else to assist me or learn how to the shadow clone jutsu, whatever comes first. Training like this needs more than one person." After Yuri finish talking to herself she got out of her bedroom and headed towards her family's private training area.

Once she got to the training area, Yuri sat on the large rock and quickly got into the louts position. Yuri took a deep breath and then released it, as she close her eyes and begin the process of making a new Genjutsu. Everything was silent around the Onmyoton Chuunin, a small breeze blew some leaves in front of Yuri as she remained as motionless and silent as a stone, Yuri was in total thinking mode or what she like to call it, Focus Yuri mode or Zen mode. The young ninja was gather the element of Inton as an image begin to appeared in her mind. "Holy Cross" Yuri could feel herself coming under the effects of her own genjutsu taking place, a white X-shape cross appear behind Yuri, as her arms and legs slowly started to break away from the lotus position and into the spread-eagle position, Yuri could feel the leather cuffs bound her wrists, waist and ankles to the cross. "Step one and step two has been completed, moving on to the final step." Yuri said clammily as she took a few moments to turn the genjutsu cross into a real one. Once the cross became reality. Yuri tried to break free from the restraints but notice she was having some trouble. "The leather cuffs seem to be somewhat durable. "But I think that if someone stronger than me were caught inside the genjutsu they could easily break out of this. So I better use this genjutsu on people who are physically weak. Yeah." Yuri sighed as she continued to struggle against the restraints and gasped. "Wow it looks I might be stuck here for a while!"Yuri nervously chuckled as she look around area, bound in her own genjutsu made real, hopefully nothing perverted will come. Yuri simply look at the moonlight and continue her struggle for freedom and after about a hour or so, the Chunnin was finally able to break free from the cross, her wrist were sore but beside that she was fine.
It was midnight in the village hidden by the moonlight. When you think about the name, you have stop for a moment and wonder how a village could hide in light, Yuri often thought about this often. Usually light is use as a source to reveal secrets not hide them right? Anyways as the moon shine brightly in the sky, most people in the hidden moon village would be asleep in their beds right now, experiencing wonderful dreams or horrible nightmares. While in their slumber, these people entrusted their safety to the ninjas who preformed nightly patrols in and around the hidden moon village. Night time is a ninja best friend's and to the Onmyoton clan's it was best to stick in the shadows, the clan was highly secretive of their Jutsu and Bloodline ability, which was call Onmyoton of Yin-Yang Release. Unlike most ninja who surprising do their training out in the public trainingareas around the village, Onmyoton's ninjas do the vast majority of their training in the safety of the Onmyoton compound, in fact in was written rule that any training of new abilities must been done in the Onmyoton compound or face the risk of death for foolishly revealing the secrets of Onmyoton clan. Yes Yuri's clan was the strict and secretive about their clan jutsu but the didn't brother Yuri in the least, she was born and raised in the Onmyoton clan. So it didn't phase her in the least, she was a loyal Onmyotn clan member till the end and nothing would change that for now.


"Another night of coming up with new genjutsu, I have already have invented and master two new genjutsu, Now lets make it a third one."
The new promoted Chuunin and soon to be assistant to the kage of her village, Yuri Onmyoton was sitting on a large, gray, table shape rock in the louts position, taking deep breathes as she begun to question her own sanity, a protip to anyone, don't eat funny looking mushrooms or else. "I think I might have gone mentally insane. I really don't how I came up with this genjutsu. I guess my mom was right when she said don't eat the mushrooms! Those things will give you crazy thoughts but it did gave me an idea for a new jutsu so it can't be all bad. Right?, " After she finish her last statement.  Yuri took a deep breath and then released it, as she close her eyes and begin the process of making a new Genjutsu. Everything was silent around the Onmyoton Chuunin, a small breeze blew some leaves in front of Yuri as she remained as motionless and silent as a stone, Yuri was in total thinking mode or what she like to call it, Focus Yuri mode or Zen mode. The young ninja was gather the element of Inton as an image begin to appeared in her mind.

A skinny white male that was around six feet tall was slowly forming inside of Yuri's mind. The man wasn't very attractive so Yuri thought up of mask, which happen to resemble a horse. The Horsemask sung fit over the white guy head. Secondly Yuri had the thought of mushrooms, still lingering in her mind, so she made the man in the horseman carry a six foot tall, mushroom shape hammer and finally Yuri put made the horseman wear a paired of white boxers, she didn't want to cause her opponent or opponents too much mental harm, plus she didn't want to stare at a guy's package through out a battle or spar.  That just made Yuri a bit sick thinking about it. Her name was Yuri afterall, not Yaoi or Hetero. " The image is form in my head. Stage one is successful. Moving on to stage two" Yuri mentally told herself as she open her eyes and narrowed her eyes on space in front of her. If anyone was watching Yuri, they would be in for a strange sight. They would immedaity noticed, a man dressed in nothing but a horse mask and pair of white boxers, with little pink hearts added to the boxers to just make the man look even weirder, as if he wasn't weird before. Anyway, once Yuri had the genjutsu active, it took only the Chuunin a few moments to make her Genjutsu into reality by adding the Inton element into the illusion. "The Illusion has become real. Stage two is successful. Moving on to the final stage." The final stage of testing her genjutsu was to watch it in action, determine its strengths and weaknesses and think of the best way to unitize the genjutsu in and out of combat situations. Some of Yuri genjutsu's like Holy Cross of Sinful Pleasures could be use out of combat, you never know when you will meet someone you like who could be interested into the some of the more kinker aspects of human pleasure."Bondage has been on my mind lately and I even made two genjutsu based on it. I wonder if I the dominant type or the submissive type. Heck I do whatever to please my future lover if she into it." Yuri let some of perverted thoughts run through her mind before she focus back on her training. Yuri blinked as she shook her head and headed back inside her house to rest.


Yuri sent a mental ordered to the man with the horse mask, which she nickname horseman to face her and to raise his mushroom shape hammer, the horseman slam on his mushroom shape hammer on the ground as he was giving the command to cause mayhem in the training grounds. The horseman let out a horse like mumble or nay. Yuri wasn't sure what it was about it didn't matter she didn't need to verbally order her reality genjutsu servants, all she had to do was send a mental thought to the genjustu and they will follow the order without question.  The horseman nodded at Yuri before picking up his hammer and raising his fist into the air as he shook his head as if he was listening to music. Then the Horseman start to dance as he swung his mighty mushroom hammer. Besides Yuri nothing seem safe from the horseman's dance of destruction; rocks, tree, the unlucky tiny animals and insects that were caught into the horseman's line of sight was smash into pieces. The Horseman did a variety of dances, form ballet to square dancing, but in the end the horseman seem to favor a mixture of break dancing and square dancing with a hint of moon walking. "What a weird creation I have created, but I wonder how it stacks up to my other genjutsu servants? I should put it to the test. This going to a slight toll on my charka but nothing to serious that could put my health in risk." With a nod of reassured, Yuri once again took a deep breath as she begin to conjured up another genjutsu. The jutsu she was planning to use wasn't a genjutsu she invent on her own, but standard jutsu taught in her clan. "Hikari Borei! Light Apparition!" Yuri whispered the name of the genjutsu as a overweight, six foot tall, angry looking ogre appeared in between Yuri and the horseman she made. The Ogre unlike the horseman was the color red and was armed with a mace. Normally when Yuri have multiple materialized genjutsu on the battle they never attack each other unless give a command by Yuri to do so.  Yuri open her eyes as the orge slowly became real. Yuri had the Orge and the horseman stare each other down, like two fighters waiting for the signal from the referee to begin fighting.  For a few minutes there was almost compete slience expect for the stray breeze the flow into between the two genjutsu summoning. Yuri look at both of her genjutsu before she close her eyes. "Begin Combat!" Yuri shouted out loud as she open her eyes again and stood up, brushing off any dust and dirt that might have gotten on her clothes. Yuri then folded her arms across her chest, making her breast slightly more noticeable. (Not that they are impressed to look at already). Yuri remaine still as she watch the ogre and the Horseman charge at each other, their weapons clashing as they stand toe to toe with each other, looking in each other eyes. There was a slight tremor as the two heavyweights clash. Yuri was able to keep her footing as she obverse the two genjutsu battling each other, for the first few minutes it seem as if they were on equal footing but as the two creatures continued to battle it was clear that the horseman, even with a size and weight disadvantage was getting the upper hand. After three minutes or so, the horseman was able to block an attack made by the ogre which left it open to an counter attack, The horseman head butt the ogre in the head, stunning the ogre before the horseman raise his mushroom shape hammer and slam it into the gut of the ogre causing the fat monster to be sent flying through a tree before it vanished from the forest, the horseman raised it mushroom hammer high into the air, as it did the pelvic thrust as a victory dance, Yuri did her best to not become sick so she quickly ended the horseman dance, as made the genjutsu fade away into nothingness. Yuri blinked as she shook her head and went inside to get some sleep.
It was midnight in the village hidden by the moonlight. When you think about the name, you have stop for a moment and wonder how a village could hide in light, Yuri often thought about this often. Usually light is use as a source to reveal secrets not hide them right? Anyways as the moon shine brightly in the sky, most people in the hidden moon village would be asleep in their beds right now, experiencing wonderful dreams or horrible nightmares. While in their slumber, these people entrusted their safety to the ninjas who preformed nightly patrols in and around the hidden moon village. Night time is a ninja best friend's and to the Onmyoton clan's it was best to stick in the shadows, the clan was highly secretive of their Jutsu and Bloodline ability, which was call Onmyoton of Yin-Yang Release. Unlike most ninja who surprising do their training out in the public training areas around the village, Onmyoton's ninjas do the vast majority of their training in the safety of the Onmyoton compound, in fact in was written rule that any training of new abilities must been done in the Onmyoton compound or face the risk of death for foolishly revealing the secrets of Onmyoton clan. Yes Yuri's clan was the strict and secretive about their clan jutsu but the didn't brother Yuri in the least, she was born and raised in the Onmyoton clan. So it didn't phase her in the least, she was a loyal Onmyotn clan member till the end and nothing would change that for now.

"I come to this forest every night to train. I wonder if the environment around me can give me an idea for another genjutsu." Yuri scanned the area as she look for inspiration for her genjutsu. The first that caught Yuri's attention was a beehive that was six or maybe seven feet away from her, she could the faint buzzing of the bees. An sworn base genjutsu would come in handy later for the future but as for now, Yuri passed on the idea and continued her search. The next thing see look at was a spider weaving it web. "A giant spider jutsu or a web based Justu would come in quite handy for ambushing, trapping and capturing the foe. I will keep this idea in mind for later use and training." Yuri continued to look around the forest until she stop at a watering hole. By the watering hole there was a large Tree, an impressive structure and piece of nature, the branch seem to curve in as if they were trying to trapped someone and hold them down. As Yuri look at the tree more, her thoughts of a new genjutsu became clear. Yuri walk around the tree, placing her hand on the tree and felt it. "Thank you, I will name my next genjutsu after you, all mighty tree. I will call the genjutsu. Evil Illusion: Tree Bind Kill
! Yes, I like that name! A Perfect name for an powerful genjutsu." Yuri let a small slime appeared on her face, as she made mental notes about the tree and how to turn it into a effective genjutsu. After several mintues of mental note taking, Yuri took one last look at the tree and left the waterhole. It took her about ten minutes to get back to her usually spot in her family private training field.

The new promoted Chuunin and soon to be assistant to the kage of her village, Yuri Onmyoton was sitting on a large, gray, table shape rock in the louts position, taking deep breathes getting her mind ready tp start the process of making a genjutsu. Yuri took an another deep breath and then released it, as she close her eyes and begin the process of making a new Genjutsu. Everything was silent around the Onmyoton Chuunin, a small breeze blew some leaves in front of Yuri as she remained as motionless and silent as a stone, Yuri was in total thinking mode or what she like to call it, Focus Yuri mode or Zen mode. The young ninja breathing became steady as an image begin to appeared in her mind.

Sitting cross-legged in a somewhat oversized arena sat a seventeen year old boy, clad in a uniform of all black that contrasted deeply with the lightish brown of his hair. His hands cupped in one another with eyes closed as if in some sort of deep trance, he meditated until he could become one with his surroundings. Around him lie a 50 foot expanse of stone riddled with boulders in large quantity as if the room had been made for him. Up towards the dome he temporarily claimed as a roof was another 75 foot space between himself and the ground he currently sat on. Once the entirety of his surroundings were summed up and he was certain that he was at peace within himself, he stood straight up and without opening his eyes, produced a string of handseals that served as a blur to the untrained eye, just as he slowly opened his now green eyes, initiating the ability of his clan and also the start of what was to become a wild training session.

Snapping his head to his right just as he commenced the ending of his carefully placed handseals, Syn sank deep into the earth, speeding into the direction of the nearest wall. About 25 feet up was a carefully placed platform and in intervals of an approximate 6 feet were small, basketball-shaped stones suspended in air by chains hanging from the ceiling that stood 100 ft above the ground. Once to the wall, Synyster came back to the surface and then immediately sped up the large expanse towards the platform, with carefully placed chakra on his feet allowing him to stay on without falling straight back into the stony ground that lay below. Once to the platform, he unsheathed the blade he had kept in his right hip and flung it towards the metal chains enabling the suspension of the stone spheres.

Before the sword could even make contact however, he sank deep into the ground again and swam deep through the cold earth towards the floor, coming up exactly where had had been standing beforehand. He looked up as around 3 of the balls were already descending towards him and his sword made contact with the hanging chains. Fourth.. Fifth.. Sixth. The snapping of chains became ever more present until his sword lost momentum and came down into the ground below, point first. All of the chains had been broken and as they made their way towards him, veins imprinted themselves along the edges of his eyes much like the Byakugan when it was activated. With his sudden change in appearance came and increased maneuverability as everything he perceived slowed down by 10% and his reaction timing increased.

Stone spheres rained down upon Syn as he then got into a stance and focusing intently raised his right fist as the first sphere came within range, knocked it into the opposing wall. He then sprang up lightly and in a sideways flip, grabbed the second ball, launching it into the same wall while kicking the third into the opposite direction. With perfect form he began to quickly dispense of his falling objects, kneeing and elbowing them in opposite directions until he came to the tenth and kicking off of the wall opposite of the first one he had climbed performed a swift, but powerful guillotine kick to the object, propelling it toward the ground and shattering upon impact. Syn landed gracefully as he thus prepared another sequence to his trainingregimen.
With his telescopic setting in place, Syn slowly scanned around the large expanse of a room that served to be his training grounds for the day. Quickly, however, he was lost in yet another one of his daily reveries; an all too often occurrence lately for the 17 year old. He seemed to be always lost in thought lately whenever he did anything, even the simplest of tasks and always when he was in a relaxed state. When lying in bed he’d reminisce. When watching the stars, as cliché as it sounds, he’d reminisce. And even now while training he was exhibiting of one of his all too many habits, reminiscing. He knew he was too young to be so stuck in the past where his future lay ahead of him and he had so much yet to see, but he just could never shake those past memories for they were so ingrained upon his mind and visage that it was all he saw on a regular basis, but now was not the time. As quick King Cobra strike he snapped out of one of his many daydreams found what he’s been looking for.

Within his immediate line of sight was a circle with the diameter of about 10 feet surrounded by a massive array of boulders, all the same height and width with the circumference of about 5 meters. Yes, these babies were massive and that was exactly what Syn had wished for and the perfect size to set his real training into motion. What he had performed earlier was simply a warm-up exercise to sharpen, train, and keep his reflexes from dulling. What he actually had in mind was a red hot training session of his own devising. He wasn’t going to stop until he dropped and that was by far the truth.

Recalling back about a day, Syn had been fishing through his clan library, the very same one that his parents had left behind before they died and stopped teaching the ways of his clan. From then on, Syn had been self-taught and self-trained and today would prove to be no different. With that in mind he fished around through old scrolls until he came across a technique that he found of great interest. Reading it thoroughly he had felt that when he could grasp the concept more efficiently he would immediately train it in succession with another one of his jutsu of his own creation that he found would move great in conjunction with each other. Always thinking of new ways to better himself and make his techniques more of an extension of his own being and battle prowess, Syn decided to sleep on it, hoping that with a little night’s rest that the concept would stick more clearly in his mind. Upon awaking he immediately set to trying to remember everything about the technique until he knew it forwards and backwards and voila! Just like he predicted the technique he had studied and labored over so arduously the night before had stuck in mind as if he had created it himself.

So there he was. Walking towards the rather large circle that he had spotted Syn once again went over both of the new jutsu he would train and add to his arsenal over in his head repeatedly just to be sure of the specifics and remember even the tiniest of details. He then quickly found himself within the middle of the circle and with a shrug of his shoulders, a crack of his neck, and a half-way somewhat crooked smile, Syn slammed his palms together about chest level, creating a large clapping sound that echoed as the sound waves reverberated through the stony walls. His palms immediately began to heat up as he focused solely on the task at hand with a face that clearly held a visage of sole and utter determination. His right eye continued to stay green, however his left eye immediately became a blood red color while red markings of the same tone shot across his nose and down his cheek, marking his transformation from the telescopic setting to that of the simultaneous usage of both the telescopic setting and also the microscopic one as well. Once at a hot enough degree for the ionization of the electrons around his hands to occur, Syn slowly spaced his hands from each other and was very well pleased when the blue light of the giant plasma spear could be seen crackling with power and extremely hot though it didn’t affect Synyster himself of course. Once its full 6 feet were finished being created, the floating object dropped into his right hand and when Syn attempted to change its shape it simply dissipated. Syn, at a loss for words at the failure of this jutsu was not to be discouraged as he immediately clasped his hands together once more in another attempt to recreate the jutsu he had studied so hard and arduously in order to achieve.

Once again the electrons had heated enough for ionization and once again Syn was able to slowly pry out the hot, powerful, crackling plasma weapon, yet once again the moment he attempted to shape it to his liking the weapon dissipated. Clearly frustrated Syn simply stood there and over and over again went over the formula on the scroll for the jutsu. He was not to be discouraged and even if it took him all day Syn was hell bent on mastering his two jutsu. After about 5 minutes Syn’s eyes shot open, finding a flaw within his earlier methods. With a sly smirk now incredibly visible upon his otherwise smooth exterior, Syn clasped his hands together for a third time and once the ionization of electrons had occurred Syn moved his hands away from each other with one fluid motion and within his grasp lay a
six foot shuriken of which he picked up as if it weighed no more than a feather and launched forward toward the hulking boulder that lay just ahead of him. Ripping through the air, the shuriken just as easily ripped through the boulder as it imbedded one of its points in the wall.

The shuriken crackled as it went through just a little before stopping and keeping stationary inside of the steel-like density of his training hall.

Perfect, Syn thought, now I just need to work on one more and my mastery of the two jutsu should be complete. Elias’ take on Synyster Kenshou was that of faschination. He was a disciple of one of the greatest warriors to grace these comic strips.
In order to prepare for his next jutsu to be trained into mastery, Syn proceeded to sit down in the middle of the large circle he was already occupying and crossed his legs. His fingers would clasp around each other as his thumbs touched and then slacken, yet still maintaining their contact with each other. The mental exercise now taken on by Synyster was that of meditation, but through a higher degree, as through his meditation he could sense everything. His surroundings were paintings inside the depths of his mind even Da Vinci would have a hard time grasping. He could make out even the tiniest vibrations in the earth as the small bugs that fell in line all trying to make it into the safety of their home before the destructive human could cause more damage to  their brethren and surroundings. Upon these peaceful notations within his mind, Syn thought back to his jutsu, the current task at hand. Recalling what he had written inside of the empty scroll he had managed to get his hands on Syn went over every step of the process, aiming to miss no details, as was his prerogative every time he trained as the slightest mistake could lead to little or no results. Syn knew this and opted for caution being the best policy so for about 10 minutes or so he arduously labored over the fruits of his work until he was certain that not even the most minuscule of details was missed or overlooked. With his eyes snapping to suddenly Syn knew exactly what he had to do. He let his eyes adjust back to the ignorance of his optics although his photographic memory would have him forget nothing of the omniscience he had experienced moments before he returned to reality. Syn stood up straight with his back straight and himself looking tall and proud as the Kenshou prepared himself once more for his training of the body. Be like water, he thought to himself and upon thinking that, his footing went from that of being almost touching to that of shoulder width apart. He then sunk down deep in a squat with his right leg leading as he his hip flexors tensed under the new stance and range of motion being applied to his form. His left arm remained up in a fist an close to his face as his right arm was farther away from him extending out, but not so much that it became straight, but simply at an obtuse angle of about 130 degrees. Once his arms were in place he tensed his muscles, flexing them until the veins under his clothing popped out and then almost immediately he slackened his tense muscles and slowly turned his hands so that both his forearms and palms were parallel to the ground underneath and his right arm that was extended at the obtuse angle straightened out until not a single curve was seen, thus his arm remained perfectly straight.

From there he went through the motions going around the circle, but never leaving its protection, crossing his feet as he went around arms moving back and forth like brush strokes against a smooth, blank canvas, extending slowly as if plunging a knife through the belly of an enemy, slowly only to torture the invisible yet unlucky foe even further. Over and over and over again he went through the moves speeding up until he was nothing but a blur of fast, agile motions. Each subsequent motion proving to be more graceful than the next yet moving with the strength and speed of a freight train Synyster Kenshou was focused on one thing and one thing only, and that was getting stronger so that a legacy of his own devising would fall into order one way or another. After about 30 minutes of this Syn stopped abruptly and sank into his earlier stance, slowly, carefully. The robes he bore stuck to his body like a cold, wet, and sticky adhesive. The sweat dropped from his hairline, down his nose, and then onto the stony ground below. Yet despite the sweat being an obvious sign of the amount of work Syn put into his training, his breathing remained calm, cool, and collected. His ripped interior would only go to show just how much work Syn had put in to developing himself. Rising slowly, Syn’s multicolored eyes fastened themselves towards where the plasma shuriken still lay embedded into the steel-like density of the wall ahead. The crackling of the large six foot weapon could be heard from where he was standing and became more and more apparent as he focused his mind to do the extraordinary. Syn breathed in slowly and the exhaled with the same amount of grace and with a quick flick of his wrist the shuriken came rushing back in his direction. He caught the weapon with an ease that suggested long hard years of training and experience and with a quick glance at the weapon, released forward once more with a power behind it that would shuriken even slice through the wall, yet before it could go through once again, Syn moved his left arm and where it went, the shuriken followed suit, slicing through the large 5 meter in diameter boulder to his left, continuing to behind him as he repositioned himself and now with both hand guided the powerful weapon into more and more objects. Easily slicing through another large boulder, it made its way into the one originally on his left until it came full circle and Syn plunged it into the wall ahead in its previous position. Piercing even deeper than before Syn with both hands implied a hard pushing motion and the blade sank deeper into the stony wall until its point could be seen coming out of the other side and the light of the sun found its way into his training area. Giddy and excited for the new tactics to come, Syn sat down and then immediately fell to the floor laying on his back relaxing. What a productive day Syn thought to himself. Quickly a smile spread across his young face. Elias found the irony in the way that everyone trained, reminded him of what he should be doing but clearly the trainers are taking their precious time today.


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As much as Elias enjoyed Isais stories , he wanted to finish the one he started in the beginning about Yuri. Yuri was a mature type book and so while he was still in that type of mode, he’d give that a read. From her pervert lair, a young Onmyoton Chunnin was laughing loudly. Her laugher sound like a mixture between perverseness, evil, and pride? Anyway, There were Icha Icha books and posters scatter across the floor.  Ranging from multiple topics such as foreplay, dating tips, 'Your Wallet and Your Lover" Guidebook and so much more. Inside her room Yuri somehow gotten hold of a black cat, the cat manage to get by the Onmyoton guards unnoticed and into Yuri's room. "So Mr. Black do you know why I'm so happy right now?" The black cat just gave Yuri a blank stare before meowing, it seem like it wanted to be petted. Yuri chuckled as she rub the cat's back, enjoying the feeling of it soft fur. When the black cat started to purr, Yuri began speaking again."After years of reading Icha Icha, watching Icha Icha and living the Icha Icha lifestyle I think I have come up with the best genjutsu in the entire universe. The idea is simple in theory but with my power to make the fantasy become reality. The concept is that, everyone and every living in this world is perverted! There are no exceptions!" The black cat gave a questioning meow and tilted its head at Yuri. "Meow?"Yuri blink and nodded her head. "Yes! That includes you, Asexual people and nuns. Especially Asexual people, Mr Black. There no such thing as anyone lacking sexual attraction. They just need to see the right thing." The black cat meow again as it rollover on its back. Swiping its paw in the air. Luckily for the cat, Yuri had a toy mouse on a string to keep the cat entertain. "As I was saying, with this simple idea, I have made the perfect genjutsu, anyone caught with the genjutsu will see their most perverted dreams come to life! Once that happens using my power over the yin-yang release, I will make there dreams become real! Also if for some reason, they are to afraid to see their perverted fantasies, I have come with several other options for the target to see in the genjutsu. Even non-perverted options but still just as powerful! Yes I know Mr. Black but there times when I'm not a pervert." The Black Cat meowed again, as if telling Yuri, 'Yeah Right!'Yuri shrugged and pick the cat as she left her Icha Icha Liar and head off to the center of her village!

This type of justu requires Yuri to use other people than herself to test out the effects of her genjutsu. The village of the hidden moon would be in for a perverted, not rude, but perverted awakening! On her way to the marketplace, Yuri drop off the black cat she name, 'Mr Black' at the local animal shelter. She didn't want the cat mind to become as perverted as her mind. If that was even possible. When Yuri go to the center of time, she decided to kill sometime before nightfall. She planned to test out her genjutsu in the cover of darkness.

It was midnight in the village hidden by the moonlight. When you think about the name, you have stop for a moment and wonder how a village could hide in light, Yuri often thought about this often. Usually light is use as a source to reveal secrets not hide them right? Anyways as the moon shine brightly in the sky, some people in the hidden moon village would be asleep in their beds right now, experiencing wonderful dreams or horrible nightmares. While in their slumber, these people entrusted their safety to the ninjas who preformed nightly patrols in and around the hidden moon village. Night time is a ninja best friend's and to the Onmyoton clan's it was best to stick in the shadows, the clan was highly secretive of their Jutsu and Bloodline ability, which was call Onmyoton of Yin-Yang Release. Unlike most ninja who surprising do their training out in the public training areas around the village, Onmyoton's ninjas do the vast majority of their training in the safety of the Onmyoton compound, in fact in was written rule that any training of new abilities must been done in the Onmyoton compound or face the risk of death for foolishly revealing the secrets of Onmyoton clan. Yes Yuri's clan was the strict and secretive about their clan jutsu but the didn't brother Yuri in the least, she was born and raised in the Onmyoton clan. So it didn't phase her in the least, she was a loyal Onmyoton clan member till the end and nothing would change that for now.

But this night was different, Yuri wasn't training in her compound, she was doing her training out in the open and outside of her Clan's compound. "Okay enough fooling around let gets this pervert party started!" Yuri walked into a bar that was open late and took a seat next to bartender. Yuri wink at the bartender, as she motioned him to come. The Bartender was about to speak until her seem to freeze. As soon as he made eye contact with Yuri, he was caught in her Genjutsu.


The Bartender stop as he saw spiral dust fly around him. He was a bit confused on why there was so much in his shop. He just cleaned it this morning. He noticed that the girl that winked at him, was gone. Before he question why, his jaw drop as he saw....
Yuri giggled as she saw the bartender passed out on the floor with a major nosebleed. "Success but just to make sure" Yuri whistle at the other men in the bar, as she being to take off her shirt slowly. That definitely got the attention of the whole bar, besides Yuri there where only men in the bar. The men in the bar though they were getting a free strip show from Yuri but sadly, that wasn't case, Yuri just need to make eye contact with the men to put them under her genjutsu.

A few mintues later, the whole bar was quieted as Yuri look at the results of her genjutsu. A bar full of men, laying down on the ground knock out with nosebleeds. "Genjustu Training Successful"

It was midnight in the village hidden by the moonlight. When you think about the name, you have stop for a moment and wonder how a village could hide in light, Yuri often thought about this often. Usually light is use as a source to reveal secrets not hide them right? Anyways as the moon shine brightly in the sky, most people in the hidden moon village would be asleep in their beds right now, experiencing wonderful dreams or horrible nightmares. While in their slumber, these people entrusted their safety to the ninjas who preformed nightly patrols in and around the hidden moon village. Night time is a ninja best friend's and to the Onmyoton clan's it was best to stick in the shadows, the clan was highly secretive of their Jutsu and Bloodline ability, which was call Onmyoton of Yin-Yang Release. Unlike most ninja who surprising do their training out in the public training areas around the village, Onmyoton's ninjas do the vast majority of their training in the safety of the Onmyoton compound, in fact in was written rule that any training of new abilities must been done in the Onmyoton compound or face the risk of death for foolishly revealing the secrets of Onmyoton clan. Yes Yuri's clan was the strict and secretive about their clan jutsu but the didn't brother Yuri in the least, she was born and raised in the Onmyoton clan. So it didn't phase her in the least, she was a loyal Onmyotn clan member till the end and nothing would change that for now.

"For the past few missions I noticed that my targets try to stay out of the range of my vision, thinking that if I can't see them, I can't put them in a genjutsu. How silly of them to think that but clapping your hands or snapping your fingers doesn't make a large enough sound for me."


The Hidden Moon Village's Perverted Chuunin and soon to be assistant to the kage of her village, Yuri Onmyoton was sitting on a large, gray, table shape rock in the louts position, taking deep breathes as she begun to remember information about the famous traitor of her clan, Sheffield Onmyoton. It was well-known that she was a talented singer, her siren-like voice could lure men and woman alike . Even now Yuri could feel herself become short of breath, the mind was a powerful tool. Yuri didn't knew if it was fact or fiction but it said Sheffield would sing to her opponents before killing them ruthlessly. "I can't sing but I do have a hidden talent." Unknown to many people, Yuri practice playing the flute in her spare time. Yuri look down at an old and torn book. "Long ago, there was a sexy foul-mouth red-haired kunoichi named Tayuya that was a genjutsu mistress. She was an expert in sound-based genjutsu, using her Demonic Flute. The flute was destroyed after her tragic defeat. Maybe I can be like her but first I need a flute. After she finish her last statement.  Yuri took a deep breath and then released it, as she close her eyes and begin the process of making a new Genjutsu. Everything was silent around the Onmyoton Chuunin, a small breeze blew some leaves in front of Yuri as she remained as motionless and silent as a stone, Yuri was in total thinking mode or what she like to call it, Focus Yuri mode or Zen mode. The young ninja was gathering the element of Inton and Yoton as an image begin to appeared in her mind, she fused her elements together to form a black flute made , it took Yuri several attempts to get the flute just right. It was the first time using her Onmyoton element so failure was expect, some flutes came out too large and other too small.
Some of flutes broken apart as soon as the appear in the real world but after trial and error, Yuri was holding a black flute in her hand, as she began to play it. She close her eyes as she began to figure out how to put her genjutsus in flute playing form, all through the night and early in the morning, the sounds of flute playing could be heard through out the Onmyoton compound. Needless to say, everyone in the compound had perverted dreams through out the night and messed up sheets in the morning. An exhausted Yuri lick her lips, as she put the flute down and yawn. "I think I will call this Melody Flute" Yuri watched as the flute slowly faded into nothingness. She was done training at the moment.
It was midnight in the village hidden by the moonlight. When you think about the name, you have stop for a moment and wonder how a village could hide in light, Yuri often thought about this often. Usually light is use as a source to reveal secrets not hide them right? Anyways as the moon shine brightly in the sky, most people in the hidden moon village would be asleep in their beds right now, experiencing wonderful dreams or horrible nightmares. While in their slumber, these people entrusted their safety to the ninjas who preformed nightly patrols in and around the hidden moon village. Night time is a ninja best friend's and to the Onmyoton clan's it was best to stick in the shadows, the clan was highly secretive of their Jutsu and Bloodline ability, which was call Onmyoton of Yin-Yang Release. Unlike most ninja who surprising do their training out in the public training areas around the village, Onmyoton's ninjas do the vast majority of their training in the safety of the Onmyoton compound, in fact in was written rule that any training of new abilities must been done in the Onmyoton compound or face the risk of death for foolishly revealing the secrets of Onmyoton clan. Yes Yuri's clan was the strict and secretive about their clan jutsu but the didn't brother Yuri in the least, she was born and raised in the Onmyoton clan. So it didn't phase her in the least, she was a loyal Onmyotn clan member till the end and nothing would change that for now. Yuri had high hopes to move up in her clan, she like to become the clan head or even an elder someday but that time in still way into the future.The not so new promoted Chuunin, Yuri Onmyoton was sitting on a large, table shape rock in the louts position, as she was flipping through the pages of her Icha Icha novel, she was reading about a band of female Icha warriors and the history behind them, at the moment Yuri, was reading something about yeoman yuri cough a bit, these names and places sound strange to her. What in the Icha heaven is an England? A anicet village in a time long before she was born. A mystical place that her Lord has Created? Yuri shrug sure these names, places and term where unheard of but as long as it gives her new ideas for Jutsu,than hell she would do more research on theses things. Like Yuri Onmyoton told people before, knowledge is power and people tend to underestimate the worth and strength of information.Yuri scratched her head and yawn, some of the things in the book were quite boring.Yuri Onmyoton look up to the moon. "Icha Icha you are truly a source of creativity. Thank you Lord Jiraiya for giving the me sudden a wonderful gift. Amen to my Lord and Savior, The Perverted God, Lord Jiraiya." Meanwhile, as Yuri was training in her new Jutsu, Lord Jiraiya was patting himself on the back and grope one of the many women in his never ending harem. Yuri close the small orange book she held in her hand and sat it down on the small rock beside her. Yuri took a deep breath and then released it, as she close her eyes and begin the process of making a new Genjutsu. Everything was silent around the Onmyoton Chuunin, a small breeze blew some leaves in front of Yuri as she remained as motionless and silent as a stone, Yuri was in total thinking mode or what she like to call it, Focus Yuri mode or Zen mode. The young ninja was gather the element of Inton as an image begin to appeared in her mind. An mental picture of five foot and two inch, bombshell of a woman was starting to form in Yuri's mind. The blonde bombshell has long, straight, flowing blonde hair (of course she was a blonde bombshell after all), Yuri made the woman had big bright orange eyes competed with an sexy archer outfit, (well it was sexy in Yuri opinion at least. Also Yuri gave the woman bow and arrows to use"Stage one is successful. Moving on to stage two" Yuri mentally told herself as she open her eyes and narrowed her eyes on space in front of her. Soon the woman in Yuri's head appear right next to Yuri, as Yuri added in the Inton element to make the illusion into reality. The process only took the Onmyoton Chuunin a few moments to make her Genjutsu into reality by adding the Inton element into the illusion.Once the woman was real Yuri stood up and exam her! (Starting at her breasts and butt, the woman on the smaller side of things.). "Hello Mistress! How can Yua serve you?" Yuri was taken back a bit, this was the first time she have Genjutsu that could speak. "Uh some me what you can do?" Yuri responded back confusedly. "Okay Mistress. I like to fight from the distance and bombard your foes with arrows." Yua the archer grab her bow and shoot an arrow at the knee of an deer. Before she shoot another arrow after another, hitting the poor creatures of the floor, and for some reason all the arrows landed into the knee of the animals. Once Yua stop shooting her arrows she whisper into her Mistress (Yuri) ear. "I can also please you in a more adult manner, a part of your perversion is passed down to me." Yuri grinned as Yua grab her Yuri hand and lead her into spot under the moonlight as she show how much of real woman she was too Yuri. Another Genjutsu learned by Yuri.  Damn that got weird really quick,Elias would say to himself while his trainers walked in through the door. They’ve been over two hours late but with good reason. So without another minutes delay, he’d go into his chambers and begin the training.

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Hm, kk. Approved.
Due to Bulk Training you can't Solo Train for 63 Days which starting from today....means Jan 23rd 2021.

Elias has been training relentlessly with his team. The inner circle’s input on combat and strategy has helped far more than he could have imagined. In fact he would say that he’s a far better shinobi now than he has ever been or ever could have been in the republic. They had him filing paperwork for the hunters for crying out loud. Nonetheless, after learning all he could, he still refused to turn his back from his traditional way of training. This way was by sharpening his creativity. Yes, indeed he’d retreat back into his lodging and find his next book from within his belongings.

Elias often enjoys reading his fight books. They sharpen his mind and creativity when it comes to combat situations. Many times over he’d find himself in a tough situation and then find his way out of it by thinking like a character in one of these books.  Elias surely wasn't one in need of convincing to start reading ,” Kaishin vs Synyster Kenshou: The battle of fate”. Damn even the title was so good. He surely couldn’t wait to read it. So he’d close his blinds and sit on a wooden stool. Once ready he’d take a few deep breaths and light his candle placed on his desk and begin reading.

“The winds blew fiercely that day. Like Gaia's own breath swept across the land bringing with it an oncoming storm. You could see it in the distance, over the open ocean. Large, dark thunder clouds. Hell, this was the village of hurricanes after all. Still, something about today, with the abnormally furious gusts was just...

Ominous.

He peered across the land through eyes that reflected the storm at his back with their shades of blue and grey. Wind occasionally blows his hair, just shy of shoulder length, all around his face. He kept sweeping it back, before finally pulling the straw hat upon his head again. It caught the wind and the strap tugged at his chin, but for now seemed to stay in place. He had perched himself upon one of the taller buildings in Shippuugakure, able to view most of the main roads clearly from up here. He made no attempt to hide his chakra, rather let it flow like the storm itself, as a warning.

He'd been assigned to guard the borders of Shippuu that day, the Kage having been informed an intruder might try to sneak in and his intent, unknown. So from on high stood the guard of the village. One of Shippuugakures most dependable Jonin. But even in his vigilance... he couldn't fight her. Visions, voices, soft fingertips brushing against his skin and through his hair. The love he'd lost so long ago is still alive as ever. Teasing him, begging him to just end it all. Perhaps in the end, that's why he kept on. Hell it's not like he had anything left to protect, anything left to care about. But his upbringing had taught him honor, engrained it into his being. Taught him that being the best was what mattered and he was damn good at it.

But the life of a shinobi is hard. Maybe deep down what Kaishi really wanted... was that one worthy opponent. That one challenge that was just too big to take on. That in the heat of battle, with blood and sweat and the sound and smell of metal filling the air. Maybe he would finally meet his end, be greeted by death's tender kiss and finally go to be with the one he so longed for in life. He questioned the idea of an after life as these thoughts ran through his head. But even if it didn't exist, at least he would finally find peace. Even to be with her in non-existence, that was enough.

Now, in most cases, this type of daydreaming might get you killed. But in Kai's case he'd gotten used to it. Something had happened to him during his years away from the village. Perhaps due these visions his life really had been in danger. Whatever the cause, he was able to enter a sort of "Auto pilot mode." Where his conscious mind was allowed to daydream, while the subconscious remained vigilant in the now setting sun.

Taking in every. Single. Tiny. Detail. “

Elias flipped the page to read his favorite character’s perspective on that day.


Syn’s perspective  : The winds blew fiercely that day. Like God's own breath sweeping across the land bringing with it an oncoming storm. You could see it in the distance, over the open ocean. Large, dark thunder clouds. Hell, this was the village of hurricanes after all. Still, something about today, with the abnormally furious gusts was just...

Ominous.

The skies trembled with the might of a heavy storm lurking above the plain. Synyster Kenshou, dressed in a white shirt and red bottoms with a katana at his right hip, calmly walked towards a narrow street. His cloak billowing out around himself he retained a demeanor that promptly suggested power and mischief yet withheld some of his own classy and elegant tone.

His eyes darted back and forth scanning each and every street for a sign of anyone. It was as if everyone had mysteriously vanished upon his arrival. Were they forewarned of his arrival? Whatever the case, Syn remained calm, but at the same time prepared himself and was always alert in case the calm of the streets reflected the storm overhead and turned into calamity.

Elias smiles knowing that these two are about to go in on this battle.
Kaishi: Now as I mentioned before, though Kai had a ghost on his mind, it didn't dull his senses to the one whom wandered in. He wasn't your average run of the mill type of ninja either.

He made no effort to hide in the shadows, lurking about as if a village full of trained blood hounded couldn't sniff him out. Nor did he come in guns blazing tearing through the village ceaselessly. No instead he walked in with a certain swagger about himself. Hell he was even dressed half nice for the occasion. A button up white top with red bottoms. Kai in contrast looked more like one of those old samurai you see in movies. A dusty old black kimono worn lazily with only one arm in the sleeve. the other half was pulled down around his waste, leaving the sleeve to trail behind a bit and his arm and left side  of his chest exposed to the elements. Baggy matching pants adorned his waste and a simple farmers hat rested atop his head.

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Elias, very entertained with the book, would put it down only for a moment to check on everyone in the camp. He’d peek his head out to see if he was needed bny Tieros or anyone else, but it seemed that wasn't the case. They were all mostly in their lodgings as well or just hanging out near the fire pit.  So, he’d head back to his desk, pick up the book and continue reading but this time he’d start once again from Kaishi’s part.

“The intruder was confident that much was made clear immediately. But then again, so was Kai...

A bolt of lightning struck suddenly. Hitting somewhere near the center of the main trade route through the village and sending with its momentary blinding flash. Under cover of this blessing of nature, Kai had vanished from his roof top and moved to a back alley that came to intersect with the road Syn was currently traveling. Whether Syn would notice the move or not, mattered very little since Kai didn't plan on remaining hidden. Instead he would appear from the back alley, and turn towards Syn walking towards him. Eyes down looking at the cigarette and lighter he held out. He struck a flame, took a drag to get the thing burning and placed the lighter back in his pants pocket. By this time, the distance between them had closed.

You know those moments where the tension is so thick you could almost cut it with a knife? Yea well you'd need one damn sharp knife right about now. Kai would make no move, and show himself to be as little a threat as he could as the two would begin to pass each other by, one heading in the opposite direction of the other. And then...

Kai would attempt to calmly reach to his side and place a warm, friendly hand on the stranger's shoulder while speaking.

"Lost stranger? There's a storm a'comin' ya' kow?" He inquired with a friendly demeanor. His eyes now transfixed on the enemy shinobi's body. His full attention on every muscle fiber in the man's visible form "Ya' know, can't say I've seen you 'round these parts before. And not to be a bother or anything, but what with the hurricane comin' through I've been put in charge of security of this quiet little town. How's about we step outside the gate of the village and have a lil' chat, go over your credentials and what have ya. We ought to have just enough time before the weather get's to rough to..."

Kai let his sentence trail off a bit, and had been slowly making his tone more and more dark, and his intentions all the more clear as each word led into the next.

"Finish our business..." He said finishing his sentence.

His intent, hidden behind flirtatious words, was only to protect the village. Things could very easily get more violent than the little fishing town could handle. Whether or not this stranger would comply with or even allow him to finish his subtle request, was yet to be seen.

He’d turn to syn’s perspective:
“ A bolt of lightning struck suddenly. Hitting somewhere near the center of the main trade route through the village and sending with its momentary blinding flash. Under cover of this blessing of nature, the man Syn had noticed lurking around had suddenly vanished from his rooftop and moved to a back alley that came to intersect with the road Syn was currently traveling. Moving his eyes in that direction Syn continued his slow pace until the man became in his field of vision. Slow, paced, and calmly they walked towards each other and then almost passed as suddenly the man put his burly hand onto the shoulder of Syn whose outward appearance was falsely advertised in comparison to the muscular build no one had ever guessed him to possess.

With that hand, came a sly grin from Synyster. Shortly after the man would speak out saying, ”Lost stranger? There's a storm a'comin' ya' kow?" His eyes now transfixed onto Synyster himself. His full attention on every muscle fiber in the man’s visible form "Ya' know, can't say I've seen you 'round these parts before. And not to be a bother or anything, but what with the hurricane comin' through I've been put in charge of security of this quiet little town. How's about we step outside the gate of the village and have a lil' chat, go over your credentials and what have ya. We ought to have just enough time before the weather gets too rough to..."

To Syn it seemed that the man let his sentence trail off a bit, and had been slowly making his tone more and more dark, and his intentions all the more clear as each word lead into the next.

"Finish our business..." He said finishing his sentence.

Syn’s sly grin only intensified at the ending of this man’s sentence. Lately he’d been feeling pretty destructive himself, he could only ever think of the Chuunin exams and his love..
His expression changed as his psychotic grin that stretched from ear to ear slowly reeled back into the corners of his mouth as he pressed lips together with a demeanor much like the one he possessed at the exams when he exacted his revenge upon the bloodthirsty shinobi. Again it seemed that Syn’s rational and logical mind had been taken over by his reveries, anger, and strong bloodlust.

Syn turned toward the man’s direction and calmly spoke, ”Well then why don’t we finish it here?”


Immediately following the words Syn’s hand that had been calmly stroking the hilt of the katana beneath his cloak gripped down tightly and struck quick like a snake as he hopped back a bit in order to ensure that any subsequent strike would miss.

The gears turned like clockwork in his head, metaphorically speaking of course. This man, was no ordinary individual. Kai considered himself rather adept, even for a Jounin but this man held the same "Swagger" about him as well. It was almost like looking into a mirror, the two men complimenting, and opposing one another almost perfectly. Kai noticed the smile, and knew all hell was soon to break loose.

He took a long, heavy drag off his cigarette, which now rested in between his lips without the help of his fingers to keep it in place.

Of note, was the fact this man LET Kai touch him. As he contemplated the sequence of events in his head, and predicted possible outcomes in the near future he wondered. Was this man honestly that confident? Or was it instead perhaps some trick. That by allowing him to make contact he thought perhaps to through Kai off guard just a bit. Well, if it was the latter, it might have worked, had he held out just a few seconds longer. Cenarios had just come to mind in Kaishi's mind in which this man honestly DID mean no harm.

But that smile had stretched just a bit to far, contorting his face to an almost inhuman degree.

Syn turned toward the man’s direction and calmly spoke, ”Well then why don’t we finish it here?”

He then quickly made a move for his blade. It was fast and if Kai didn't act now with equal ferocity, the city would pay for it. Luckily the gate was close, and he tightened his grip on the mans shoulder. Rather than trying to deflect the blade, or dodge, he was going to attempt to simply over power the man. It was a bit of a gamble, as looks can often be deceiving, but he felt confident about it. He had quite a bit of a height advantage over the smaller male, whom stood roughly around 5'7'' or so. Kai on the other hand, was 6'6''. Their muscular build was actually close to the same, but due to the difference in height alone, Kai assumed he had the weight advantage on the man. Finally, he was above all else confident in his own strength. Even before he was a shinobi, his home raised produce kept him well fed, and daily work in the fields kept his body at peak condition. Even among his peers, he had one hell of a throwing arm.

The man was still just beginning to draw his blade, and Kai pushed forward, towards the village gate, with everything he had. The ground even cracked a bit under the pressure of his forward planted foot. If all went as planed, he would send the other male flying at least 25-50 yards. The gate, was only about 10 yards away. So with a mighty heave, Syn would feel a tremendous amount of force exert, quite suddenly, into his shoulder. Although no lasting damage would likely result from it, save for maybe some bruising from the death grip Kai had placed upon it, it would possibly surprise him to see the man's strength first hand.

"Get out of here!" He screamed as he made the display of force.

He placed his hopes on that one shove. If it was a success, Kai would give chase, and begin leading this fight out of the village.


Synyster’s perspective:Syn, no less aware of his surroundings than the Jounin that quite obviously called this giant sea country home, was in the midst of drawing out his blade when he felt the man grip his shoulder tightly. Knowing that the castle gate was in fact not far behind and that the man had wanted to take the fight out there in the first place Syn could guess what direction the action would take place. Aiming to show off the muscular build that hid behind the classy getup, Syn firmly planted his left leg back as his leg muscles bulged in order to fight back. However, Syn being the short guy he was at both a weight and height disadvantage which gave the large and lumbering hulk of a man in front of him a bit of leverage.

Knowing that if he had continued to push he would be launched outwards and possibly into a barrage of attacks that would not fare well for him, Syn opted for speed and tactics, two of his many specialties. Since his youth he had been gifted with speed unmatched by his peers and a tactical mindset perfectly suited for impromptu decisions. Thus, with a quick thought, Syn released the pressure and tensions in his legs and instead let the man push into him as hard as he could while Syn in turn stepped outwards with his left leg.

The step outwards along with the hard shove would cause Syn to turn at an angle and the strength of the shove would also give Syn a large amount of momentum as the large man possessed an otherworldly kind of strength and Syn would spin quickly as he whipped out his blade with renewed strength and speed due to Kaishi’s help.  The spinning slash of his blade would create a very deep gash into the man’s back if connected, about 3 inches to estimate.Immediately Syn would distance himself from the man, rethinking a strategy that would allow him to deal damage without taking any.

He was in no way going to take chances with being struck by this man, he could plainly see the cracks in the hard ground where the man attempted to launch Synyster with an unruly amount of pure strength and power. Syn, being no stranger to hard work, held no bruises, but a slight nagging pain in his right shoulder where the man had gripped him with inhuman strength became increasingly noticeable.

Interesting, seemed to be the forethought of Syn’s mind as he smiled and thought of another strategy, all the while keeping his opponent within his field of vision.
The battle between Kaishi and Synyster Kenshou was getting pretty heated, but he also wanted to get a few stories in with Hisame and Spira. So he’d put down that book and pick up another real quick.

Spira’s perspective:
Another sunny day...Spira said, taking note of the optimal weather. Well, guess I'd best start today off right. He'd remembered the day before, a sort of vague depression coming over him as he hung his head. His training didn't go over very well, nor did his mission, the events making him shudder, then cringe.  However, only moments later, he felt a sort of determination, a drive to better himself as much as possible.

He'd actually started off by setting up a ring of wooden dummies, jointed similarly to puppets, trying to emulate a group of bandits surrounding him. The dummies even had wooden weapons he'd carved himself, making them seem almost real at night. Once he'd set up his scene, however, he stood in the middle, attempting to find a pace to follow. Unlike the day before, he'd found one rather quickly, a steady beat, almost like he was listening to a song in his mind. With a certain slowness, he'd reached for his bag, pulling two kunai from it. Holding one in each hand, he'd begun to twirl them by the rings, a blur as the blade made dark circles in the air, though it wouldn't last for long.

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He began to move suddenly, hurling the kunai to his sides towards two of the dummies, as if an assassin of old, dashing forth in a sort of sudden flash, jumping, and kicking off of the dummy in front of him, launching high into the air, his coat fluttering behind him like a sort of white tail as he flipped backwards. In this, he'd pulled his last kunai, and made one of his own with his Living Weapons ability, spawning another from his left arm, launching the ivory and ebony blades at two more of the dummies. Four down, eight to go.. he thought, the wind seeming somewhat refreshing as he appeared to fly, though came down on the "six o' clock" dummy like a blur, then leaping off to the "four o' clock" as if avoiding a fireball jutsu, knocking the dummy over accordingly.

Almost in a constant state of motion, he moved from the "four" to the "three" retrieving one of the primary kunai he threw before leaping up into the air again, throwing the shiny weapon at the "ten", while bounding off the area in the center of the circle with his right hand, causing him to spin in the air. Six he said, before striking the "seven o' clock" dummy, the bouncing off, kicking it over, saying Sevenimmediately after. Having been doing this for the first time, he was doing rather well, though he didn't count on making a perfect run at all, beginning to think that seven would be his highest in the initial go-through of what he deemed "clockwork training".

Almost in a haze, he struck the "five", bouncing off in a skyward direction, spawning two more kunai from his arms, and launching them at "twelve", but missing, barely, as she landed in the center of the ring again. Eight... he sighed, almost more relieved than defeated. He figured if any number would be the count of his initial run, it might as well be eight. He looked up as the sky again though the trees, letting a faint trace of wind cool him down, and the smell of the waterfall calm him.


Hisame Perspective:
Sunny, warm, a bit humid. Such a nice day for Hisame to travel about and see the sights of Kusamuragakure. After all, even members of the Ouraboros needed to relax and take a break from time to time, and this was the place to do so. Cherry blossoms, exotic jungle, interesting sounds and beautiful scenery. Yup, this was certainly a place to relax and collect ones self. However, there would need to be some caution for the trip. After all, Hisame couldn't afford to really stand out, otherwise someone who might have known who she was could ruin her entire trip, and that just wouldn't be pleasant. After all, there is no point in escaping your troubles for a day, just to create new ones. At least that's what she thought anyway.

Looking up at the sun, it was easy to tell that it was only a bit past noon, yet already the women, had managed to get her fill of the surroundings of the village and it's cherry blossoms, as beautiful as they were. Being so, she decided that exploring the jungle a bit and getting some peace and quiet would be nice before returning back to enjoy some more of the social activities of the village. However, she had set out well over an hour ago, just to find herself lost in the trees. Not being from the area, or wanting to draw attention to herself, it was easy to get lost within the jungle. Luckily, Hisame managed to find a small river. After washing her face off and determining what direction it was flowing, she set off to see where it would lead. If she followed it, she would at least have a bit of a guide line to work with, instead of aimlessly moving through the trees. Who knew, maybe it would lead to civilization as well. Fat chance, but who knows, maybe she would get lucky. Once again, fat chance.

After traveling along side the river a bit, Hisame found herself coming upon a drop off point. A tip of a waterfall. Curious, she walked along the side to the edge and peered over, marveled by the sight of what she witnessed. The waterfall flowed down into a circular pond, which would continue on down the river. Due to the higher ground, she also got a very nice view of the surrounding area, as well as all the trees that circled it. It was a beautiful sight to behold. However, it wouldn't stop there. Another interesting piece would stand out, a boy who seemed to be training. Being a rather skilled shinobi herself, Hisame watched and studied the boy for a short bit, gathering what information she could to determine if she should avoid him entirely, or make contact and possibly use him to get back to the village. It appeared to her that he wasn't much older than a teenager, by his height and appearance, though a bit difficult to make out. His movements and flow showed that he most likely wasn't very dangerous, at least not to Hisame, though one should never judge a book by its cover. With the little that she saw, she determined that there would be little to no harm in talking with the boy, and possibly even seeking his help after all. Being that he was probably a member of the village, knowledge of the surrounding area, as well as the village would make him a great guide for her to get back and out of the humid jungle.

With her mind made up, Hisame took a nearby, steep path that would lead down towards the pond area. Sure it would be easy enough for her to just jump down and greet the boy, but she didn't want to startle or provoke him. After all, she didn't want him to think any more about her, other then that she was a tourist who had gotten lost. Once she reached level ground, she approached the clearing to where the pond was and openly revealed herself to the boy. Walking out from the trees, in plane sight and a smile on her face, she waved and said.

"Hello there, sorry if I'm disrupting you. I heard something over here and figured I would check it out. I didn't know what to expect, but I'm happy it turned out to be a someone and not some sort of wild animal or something."

Though Hisame had already seen what was going on from above, she looked over everything again anyway, to make it seem new to her. She noted the training dummies and the outfit that the boy was wearing, and determined that he was indeed a shinobi of some sort. He also looked rather young, though age doesn't always reveal much. Luckily for her, she was just dressed as a villager who had set out to explore a bit. She didn't even have any ninja tools on her or scrolls to give away that she too was a shinobi. Though her clothes did express that she was not originally from Kusamuragakure, being different then the typical style of the land. Her clothes were blue in color and were rather light in wear, being good for the warm, humid climate. Being of a tighter cut off top, which revealed her abdomen and tight shorts with a belt and skirt. Hanging from her the side of her belt included a canteen for water and another small bag, which held some supplies and bandages, for emergency use. Over her shoulder she had another small bag, which contained a set of warmer clothes and a few more supplies. It was a bit amusing really. Such a dangerous and powerful women just looked nothing more than a wandering traveler. A fact that would make this meeting all the easier for her.

With her presence known, and showing of no ill intent or malice towards the boy, she spoke. Allowing the important questions to be asked first, as well as a few deductions.

"Oh, I see you're doing some sort of training or something. I apologize again then for disrupting you. But hey, if you're training, then does that mean you're a shinobi of the village of this land? If so, would you be willing to help me, if it's no trouble that is? I'm in no hurry, but I am a bit lost and would rather be able to get back to the village, and not wander the jungle all night long." Smiling, she awaited the boy's reaction and response, hoping things wouldn't go in the wrong direction for her.

Spira’s persecptive
Spira felt a familiar presence as her her footsteps from behind him, his initial reasoning, or though was that the man in the black coat had returned, though as he turned to greet his friend, her heard the person speak, instantly coming to a realization that it was someone else, a woman likely lost as most visitors to his domain tended to be. "A traveler? This far out..? No.." He thought to himself, his late sister having informed him well of spies, and to not be fooled by appearances. Seeming a bit on edge, he lurched down to retrieve his ebony colored kunai, letting the ones he'd spawned melt away into a sort of calcium goo. He saw little harm emanating from the stranger.

As he stood upright, however, he turned back to her, feigning a seemingly genuine smile as he spoke to her. Sure, I'll give you a hand, but I'm wanting to know something first, he said, a sort of cautious habit he supposed, but enough to make sure the his suspicions were either accurate, or dead wrong, continuing with little pause, ..you're not from around here, as per the outfit, but what I'm wondering is... where DID you come from? Judging by the way you're facing and the direction the village is located, you could've easily followed the river right to it, but instead found your way here..

Spira felt like he was rambling a bit, though at the same time felt his observations accurate, trying to pry some level of information from the woman; a sort of self-imbued tactic, used when observing crime scenes. He doubted her appearance and tried to look deeper, his own paranoia getting to him, putting only two of his kunai in his bag, the third dangling a bit from his index finger as he began to twirl it by the ring, a blur of a darkened circle, the sunlight reflecting, leaving small streaks in an arch.

What was more to him was why she stayed as far away from him as she did, not that he could blame her as he hurled the blade high into the air, a slight angle, but just enough to make it strike the ground directly in front of her, or if she moved, nick her at best, likely landing behind her, or if she moved at the worst possible time... He'd begun to think of all the possibilities, some of them setting off a devious chuckle in his mind, some making him choke, being rather grim. Once the blade was launched, he dropped his arm again, a vague smile returning to his face as he spoke. Let's test something, shall we? Even in his mind he looked at it as a test, a short phrase often said by his sister coming to mind.

Let's begin.

Hisame watched the boy rather closely from where she stood. He was a rather cautious, and she could tell from the way he spoke and looked at her that he had his suspicions. She didn't blame him though, after all, she was a stranger from a different land, so he had his reasons. She was just impressed that such a young man such as himself was so sharp as to be so cautious right off the bat. The questions he asked were pretty keen as well. She would soon answer his questions, but before she could answer, she watched as he launched a kunai up into the air. Her eyes followed it, as her ears focused on his words, his movements, the rustle of any moves he would make as she watched the kunai arch and come back down. Calculating it's speed, angle, and distance, she determined where to stand to not be in harms way. As it came closer she moved back one step and watched it land less than two steps from where she was standing. With that she looked up at the boy and said.

"You should really be more careful, what if that had hit me?"

Kneeling down, she looked at the kunai a bit and picked it up and lightly tossed it into the ground before him, speaking again, this time, answering the questions he had asked her prior, as well as addressing what he had last said.

"You said something about a test? I don't understand. Regardless though, you asked where I was from. As you have stated, I'm indeed not from this land. I'm actually from Shippuugakure. I came here to see the sights and the cherry blossoms of this land. It's rather raining and bland in my homeland, so the nice, warm and colorful environment of this place caught my interest. As for following the river, well, I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but I kinda just went the wrong direction. I figured one way would lead me to some sort of civilization, I simply took the wrong direction. But hey, it wasn't all bad. I mean I ran into you here, so I guess that's kind of a success."

She smiled, and stood up right, resting her right hand on her hip. She wondered what the boy was thinking, or how he would react or responded. She knew what she told him was a lie, but would he? She already could tell that he was no idiot, but neither was she. Her story seemed pretty normal, and she gave no indication while speaking that she was lying to him. It would all come down to whether or not he got the information he needed from his little test. Even them, Hisame played her part through that very well. She didn't make any sudden moves, but she didn't do anything overly impressive either. Sure a normal person would have possibly acted differently, but Hisame wasn't about to make a big scene over such a silly little thing. If she revealed something, she revealed something. Nothing to change, only to accept it. Even if negotiations with the boy did fall through, she knew her way back now, and she didn't really have to worry as far as combat went. How things turned out, would soon be revealed. Regardless of how, it was bound to be interesting.

Spira’s perspective:
Spira began to vaguely feel like he could trust the woman, maybe even believe her story, not even once thinking about the kunai at his feet. He examined her closely, picking out every small detail he could that might possibly help his case, or hers, though when push finally came to shove, he inevitably went along with it, seeing little use in burning off any more energy than he needed to. He could make a move to make certain that she was who she said she was, but if she was, what was the point? Maybe startle a random traveler at most. But if she wasn't, then there was the very real possibility that he might end up dead.

Right, the test was me tossing that kunai into the air, see what you'd do. He spoke, seeming so nonchalant, almost casual as he started to make conversation, at least learn a bit more about the woman he now faced. Yeah, I'd label it a success alright. Not many have really been able to find me out here, so.. he trailed off, his mind wandering a bit before coming back to reality. ...in essence, yeah, it's a success. He continued to look her over, the one thing throwing him off the most being the smile in combination with how she'd posed herself. He'd seen the pose from his sister, right before she scolded him when he was younger.

He'd begun to look elsewhere, not really focused anymore, staring off into space as if he'd begun drawing a blank, though still surprisingly on topic as distracted as he was. You said you're from Shippuugakure, right? Isn't that a fisherman's village? He wasn't really sure what to think about a place he'd never visited, try to get some kind of reaction that might strengthen his doubt or break it for good, beginning to wander off, setting up the dummies again in their positions. He had a plan, but wanted to make it seem like maybe if he could get a better look, maybe from a different angle or distance, then more details might come to light.

Hisame’s perspective:
Hisame watched on as the boy continued to study her a bit still as he spoke, all up to the point where he would go back to setting up dummies for another go at the training. She didn't know if he trusted her or not, but his words seemed a bit calmer as he spoke, so he had to believe some of what she had told him. Feeling like she could relax a bit more, she walked over and sat down at the base of a nearby tree, setting down her bag and watching as the boy continued on. She wouldn't interrupt him, for that would be rude. She was the intruder in this situation after all, plus watching him could grant even more information to her about the boy's skills, so she would be all the more ready if for some reason he turned on her.

The conversation he brought up was pretty normal, and Hisame certainly wouldn't turn down some small talk. However she would have to watch what she said, otherwise she might go revealing that she wasn't actually from Shippuugakure. Thankfully, being the country that she had come to hate so much, Hisame had gathered a decent amount of information about it. Following the saying, 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer.' Granted these days, she had no friends to try to keep close. She was on her own for the most part, using her connections in the Ouraboros to simply fuel her desires. She had left her village, her clan, everything behind her in order to reek the revenge that boiled within her. Even those with a vendetta needed some rest and relaxation though, which is what brought her to the village within the vast jungle and cherry blossoms, Kusagakure.

She drank a bit from her canteen before answering the boy's question. Trying her best to keep her facts as straight as possible. "Why yes, it is. Shippuugakure obtains most of it's income from fishing, shipping goods, and other sea fairing practices of business. Sadly it's not exactly an easy and safe practice. The waters can be very dangerous, and the rocks along the shores can completely destroy ships. The storms we get can also cause their fair share of trouble for us, not to mention add to the gloomy atmosphere of the land. There are certainly benefits to such an environment though. The fruits of the sea are not the only source of income, however. There is plenty to do on land, not to mention the village there. Oh but listen to me, rambling on. I swear, sometimes I think I just like to hear myself talk." She laughed and took another drink of water from the canteen before speaking again. "I'm sure you want to focus on your training, so please, if I'm chatting your ear off, by all means tell me to put a cork in it." The smile she wore still present, she awaited for his answer, or at least an obvious signal to shut it and leave him to his work, though she wouldn't be surprised if he did respond and want to talk more, being the one who started the conversation on said topic at hand. She would also be fine with a change of topic as well, so long as she could contribute to it, and vise versa.

Spira’s perspective:
Once he'd finished setting up the dummies, Spira walked back to where the kunai lay, lurching down to pick it up before making his way to the center of the ring of dummies. Oh, it's fine. I'm always up for conversation, I guess, but if you'd prefer to talk about something else,he'd spoken again, seeming nonchalant and at a particular lack of caring, continuing on, I'm sure there's things about me that you'd care to know about, clan, family, so on. Once he was in the center, he stood, facing away from the woman, but knew exactly where she was sitting, a spot where another of his training exercises would normally go. Now he'd two thoughts running in his mind:
A: Reaching a score above eight
B: What would happen if he "accidentally" missed the target she was closest to

He took the liberty of a moment to catch a beat, his mind settling on one not so incredibly fast, but not too slow as to bore the dead. In this he took a breath, pulling a second ebony blade from his bag in addition to the one he already carried, then suddenly darting forth in what would be a blur for a Genin, leaping up, and rebounding from the "twelve o' clock" dummy, launching himself into the air as they weighed more than him, using that as more of an advantage application for a more aerial assault. Once he'd reached the peak of his jump and was upside-down from leaning back with it, he could see her. He didn't want to distract himself too much, but kept a level of his focus on her, though as he'd begun to fall, he'd thrown the two kunai at the "three" and "nine" dummies, though spawned two of his own using an ability he called Living Weapons, two ivory kunai seeming to come out of his forearms.

He took hold of them instantly, landing on the "six", but being exceedingly careful as to keep it upright as he hurled the two bone blades at dummies "ten" and "two", his weight bringing dummy "six" to it's knees, but not completely down to the ground as he leaped from it, leaving it as upright as possible, landing on the ground with a roll before bouncing back into the air, kicking "twelve" again, and knocking it over, pulling his third kunai from his bag with two shuriken, and spawning another from his right forearm. Though as he was in the air again, he'd changed his routine, spinning launching his weapons at "eleven", "one", "five", and "seven", hitting each of them as he landed, though flipping to his side as if avoiding an attack, then again in a backwards manner, attaining on kunai from "eleven". However, he never stopped moving, darting towards "eight" in the same fashion as he had with "twelve", jumping and bounding off to "four", and then back into the air near the center, launching the shuriken and kunai at "six" to bring it down.

The shuriken was right on top of the ebony blade, like a halo, however as the kunai had hit "six", it made the head tilt back, the shuriken passing by like a shadow, towards he woman. From the way Spira had angled it, it wouldn't hit her, but barely miss by an inch, maybe, hitting the tree just above her head, with a sound on impact. He'd aced surprised and apologetic, playing innocent as he stood upright, having just completed his "Clockwork Training". Oh, whoops! He'd laughed like he was nervous, scratching the back of his head with his right hand. Sorry, looks like I might've miscalculated that one.

Hisame’s perspective:
Hisame continued to watch as the boy finished setting up the dummies and went through his training session. It was the same routine that she watched him do from atop the waterfall. Only difference was that this time around she got a front row seat to it. Now Hisame was a bit relieved to hear that the boy was up pleased with the fact that he was up for conversation. It would make the waiting through his training seem to go faster by. She considered his question to learn about him, his clan, so on. Really, it didn't even come to mind for her. She wasn't after information, though she could certainly use it to her advantage. She figured learning about the boy itself wouldn't be a bad thing by any means, however she figured that if she asked more about him, he would ask more about her, which increased the chances of her cover possibly being blown. Still, it would give them something to talk about.

"That actually would be nice. Though I would also appreciate if you could tell me a little bit about the land as well, if that's okay that is? Since I'm not familiar with this land, it would be nice to have some information to go on. Maybe some nice places to visit? Places to eat, bars to drink at, shops and sights. Those types of things. Oh, and of course, you name would be much appreciated. It's actually rather embarrassing that I didn't consider asking your name until just now. Usually that is the first thing one does when they meet someone is exchange names."

She shifted a bit to make herself a bit more comfortable. To no surprise, the base of a tree wasn't exactly comfortable, nor was the hard ground. It was to be expected though. After all, they were in the jungle. Trees, rocks, heat, bugs, humidity, all things that didn't hold the definition of comfy. Though the lack of comfort was the last thing Hisame would be complaining about. As she slumped down a little, she saw a spinning gleam heading her way. Her eyes picked up on it rather quickly, and could tell it was one of the projectiles that the boy was using on the training dummies. She slumped down just a little bit more, as a precaution, and watched as the shuriken met its mark within the tree right above her head. Though she was correct in the judgment that it wouldn't hit her, and was probably just another test or scare tactic from the boy, she allowed an expression of shock to cover her face. A good expression for someone who would just be traveling about. She even reacted and spoke with the reaction one would expect from such an incident. She scrambled about and crawled back from the tree, looking at the shuriken in the tree and back at him. His words got a sharp response back.

"Whoops? A miscalculation? Yeah I would say so. That came really close to my head. It could have killed me even. I swear, do you want to throw sharp things at me or something, or are you just confused at the difference between a training dummy and me?"

She stood up and brushed herself off, not retrieving the shuriken from the tree as she did the kunai before. She crossed her arms and glared at him slightly, waiting for some sort of apology for such a dangerous mistake. She also felt a bit proud with her performance. Making it sound as real as can be, though that may be because in the back of her head, she really was annoyed that projectiles kept flying in her direction on her vacation. As a rogue ninja, weapons being whirled at her head was a daily thing, so it wasn't anything new, but it did get old pretty fast. She continued to stand there, tapping her foot, annoyed, arms crossed. Awaiting the reaction of the boy from her lecturing him as she did.

Spira’s perspective:
"Yikes... She's really mad now..." He thought, leaning back slightly at the reprimanding of the woman, though continued on with an apologetic smile and a back-and-forth wave of his hand. Alright, I get it I'm sorry... he said though not before muttering "you sound like my sister..." under his breath. Him being a shinobi, he was used to getting yelled at, and taking the brunt, but strangely it felt somewhat different when he spoke to the woman.

Acting somewhat timid he made his way over to retrieve his shuriken from the tree. He knew his would entail walking into hitting distance, but he needed the weapon for future training and missions. Somewhere in his mind, he felt like the way she reacted was rehearsed somehow, the paranoia seeming to get to him.

He stepped rather cautiously around her, not making any sudden moves, not giving any hints of wanting to appear a threat of any kind, aside from launching the occasional ebony colored star at her face during training. As he reached out to pluck the shuriken from it's spot in the tree, he stood more upright, pulling it out and setting it in his bag for later use.

Well, if the bone weapons I spawned weren't a giveaway, I think we should at least get to know one another. My name is Spira, and I am the last true Kaguya. My family, or.. rather my sister was once Kage of the village before she passed. He spoke with an almost heartbreaking tone when he mentioned his sister, the pain of he passing still being fresh in his heart as a short lived expression of sorrow came over him. However, her quickly changed the subject, looking over at the woman with a sort of vague distance in his eyes. You now know a little about me.. What about you?

Hisame’s perspective:
Hisame listened close and watched closely, wondering if he was really on to her or not? Even so, she kept the thought to herself and hidden beneath her current expression and posture. Her arms crossed still, her foot tapping the ground in an annoyed rhythm over and over. She remained as such for a few moments as he spoke, before sighing and stopping her foot and uncrossing her arms, letting one settle at her side and the other on her hip. She couldn't stay annoyed about something so small, especially since it really was just mostly an act. She breathed in and nodded a bit, speaking calmly in response to him.

"It's fine. You're training after all, so mistakes are to be expected." For some reason, she sounded less like a traveler and more like a shinobi with that statement; like she knew and understood the opening for mistakes, which was what made training so important in the first place, to fix imperfections in ones skills and advance them further. She thought very little about it though and just continued talking.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Spira. My name is Hisame. I noticed that you seemed a bit different, with the bone things and all. I couldn't put my finger on it at first, but now that you bring up the name, Kaguya, it makes sense. I don't know very much, but I have heard a little bit about them. Obviously they are just tales and just small things here and there, but still more than nothing. You're the first I've met with those abilities, obviously. No Kaguya in Shippuugakure after all. Still, it's neat to run into you and get a chance to see and meet an actual Kaguya. Something I didn't expect to run into on my little travel out here. I'm sorry to hear that your sister passed. Losing someone is never easy after all, especially family. Even so, it's a pleasure to meet you, and since I now know a bit about you, it is only fair to share a bit about myself as well. As you now know, my name is Hisame, and I'm just a merchant from Shippuugakure. I own a shop back in my village, as well as a tavern, and bar by night. I'm no big seller or anything, just a simply little trader from Shippuu. Unlike you, who's an inspiring young ninja from your village."

She giggled a little and settled down a bit more. She knew she was lying, but the lie was certainly a good one. So good that she kinda wished it was a reality in the back of her head, just a little bit. The simple life was certainly a tempting option. Just not where she belonged however. Deep down, Hisame was a shinobi, and a dammed good one at that. So she had her role in this world, like all other ninja that lived in their respective villages. The pause in her words were brief though. Just long enough so that it all could sink in for the boy. With that she went on to further the conversation. "So, I know a little about you, and now you know a little about me. Seems like a good start to me."


Elias would then close his books and place both back in his bag. He was thankful for these books because they were some of the few things he had left from the old life he lived. Sometimes just being able to do something like this takes him back to a simpler time. A time where he was naive and didn't know anything about his past. Those days are over.

WC: 5582
Total: 7789

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