Eli's Training Spot[Training Thread]

Eli spent his morning reading a book written as a diary from his great grandfather, Armenezra:

It’s been a month since his trip to the ASN and his horrific encounter with the five tailed beast. By now he can only imagine how much stronger the ASN forces are becoming now having such immense power in their ranks. Not only is that but those who participated in hunting the bijuu definitely feeling the way Armen is. That feeling is the fire to prepare for another encounter of the same kind.  They’re all soliders and like soldiers they share the same desire and willingness to lay down their lives for their faction, and their nation. Bachiatari needs to be ready to do the same thing. Since Armen has gotten back all he’s been doing is preparing his students and forces to be strong enough to defend against powerful intruders.  All this proves to be useless if a bijuu finds its way to the Neutral lands.  Knowing that those things are out there Armen went out looking for signs of massive chakra or even stories of monsters being seen nearby. To his discomfort he has found a lot of news about civilians going missing and rumors of a tailed beast being spotted killing all that it’s come across.  There was a fear in Armen’s heart that this could indeed be a tailed beast and that the moment he found out that it is that he’d have to prepare himself for a battle that the young faction, Bachiatari is not ready for. Preparation is key, so before going to search the thing, it’s important that he meets with the full captain force of the bachiatari and begin to prepare for a large scale battle, alone without the help of the ASN.

These thoughts had Armen thinking about Summer Osuna and team 10. How without them the entire team could have died. Apart from summer, Armen has never seen his strength as something that was lacking. But what the trio had that Armen did not with his team was absolute trust that they could handle a situation and have each member work on what they’re best at as a well-oiled team.  He’d have to build that with his Bachiatari Captains for sure. If a bijuu were to show up, unlike ASN it wouldn’t only be 6 people stepping up. He would involve everyone. The lower ranks would have to evacuate the area while the Captains and their Lieutenants take to the main battle field.  He’d have earth division with the main defense.  This way they’d keep everyone safe while they evacuate, while the captains focus in on the charge. Another factor will be the type of bijuu that they’ll be facing. If it’s as fast as Rokubi then they’ll need a method of capturing it without having to actually look at it. It is imperative that they all fins ways to gather intelligence about which one was spotted nearby. With that knowledge they can have a proper counter measure for it. One more thing that they’ll need among many is a way to seal off the action. How can they keep the neutral grounds and their inhabitants safe? Then after that chakra expenditure is a real factor as well. They need to find ways to limit our chakra costs, maybe with weapons they can do damage and not have to use their energy reserves.

As for him, Armen knew that he’d have to be the lead in this assault. Having the only experience with this type of creature he would have to guide everyone in what to do.  But his strength would rely heavily on his captains, as he figure being the only one who came from a team focused on setting up barriers , that he would be the one that would have to seal in the bijuu. Maybe he can also use Kris’ aid to create a massive wall outside the barrier if it doesn’t hold up.  Rai could be in charge of full on assault with Takahiro while Hope will be in charge of healing the wounded on the field.  Meanwhile Armen can aid with cover fire much like before and strategy on the battle field.  They’ll have to account for terrain which played a big factor in the last bijuu battle. The weather and terrain affected the creatures techniques making it more difficult to even detect yet alone combat.  It’ll be a game changer if the thing can dig underground.  Armen will have to upgrade all his techniques and in order to prevent such a thing. Sudden mirror attacker is another thing he’ll have to obtain soon. These things will be crucial to taking the thing down. It’s going to take the entire team to get this done. The one thing that Armen has learned is that any plan that seems full proof can indeed be used against them.  So they’d have to prepare for the worst. He’d have to begin preparing his organoids as well to store chakra that he can use in battle. At bankai his chakra organoids can store 3 counts of whatever chakra amount that he needs x3.

This will probably be the tide turner for Armen, since his techniques burn up a lot of chakra. He will also have to create elemental techniques in which he has Very High affinity for.  He’s also in need of a method of using all his organoids in battle at once and also gaining power from doing that.   Whatever he’d need to get done, he’d have to do it fast while protecting his people from any threats in and out of the Bachiatari . The monster he knew as a kid that he saw in the ocean, gave them all it had and overwhelmed them.  It terrified them, and almost successfully murdered them, but in the end even monsters fall! Even monsters can be beaten, and by that saving grace, Armen’s hope is renewed. ” I CANT DIE!” He’d say out to himself following with an outburst of laughter.  Things will change, the boomerang slinging black kid from ASN is a man now, and he WILL protect his people.

The reading was getting real good until he was interrupted by aggressive banging on the door followed by screaming,"ELIAS! GOD DAMN IT! COME PICK UP UR SHIT! how many times i have to tell you not to leave these expensive comics on the ground?! That's it dont ask me to buy you this shit again!" Elias quickly shuts his book bending a page to serve as a bookmark before leaving to do what he was told. " Jus chiiilllll papa, i funna doo it i promise!

WC: 1130

Weekly training :

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Eli had to take a slight break to pick up his comic books, and since he was near the kitchen his mother caught him and made him go ready up for dinner. He practically scarfed down the entire meal sothat he could get back to his room and continue reading, this time in the dark.  Reading Continues:

The possible bijuu encounter was one thing. Then he had to focus in on the structural issues that Bachiatari may have.  People marvel the position of captain of the Bachiatari but don’t have the slightest clue on how much work that really is. All though every division had their difficulties the administrative captain for the Bachiatari. In that position you basically do everything and make sure others are doing their part to contribute. Apart from that there’s an underlining responsibility to make sure captains are taken care of and that they do not stray away from the path. Armen has been mining the Bachiatari’s system for a long time. A lot of it is just operational functions but it’s also crucial that everyone understands their war time functions as well.

Armen had it so that during war time that he’d train a unit for Aerial combat, to cover the sky and attack all who are below. On top of that he figured that aerial strikers can take out massive structures and creatures on the battle field. Tactics like this will be detrimental to the survival of bachiatari during war times.  Another function that can help using aerial tactics is bringing injured comrades from the field to the medical camps nearby to heal wounds.  But being in the air can also leave them vulnerable to those on the ground that are good with taking out aerial assaults.   He’ll have to make grand scale terrain changing techniques to make the sky extremely windy. From there maybe he’ll also make sure that those on the aerial division are long range experts with keen eye sight. Bombs would be ideal for this type of team but to protect the team from others he’d have to make it so that those who fly would undergo penalties.  Armen thought that maybe by making it difficult for other things to fly causing Bachiatari Aerial fighters to have an advantage over those who can just fly.

Earth divisions captain Kris Shuisho would be in charge of ground level combat and defenses. Earth division can be responsible for protecting all from bombarding their front lines.  Meanwhile providing much needed coverage and assault power for those quickly approaching.  They can build crystalline and earth walls to block out attacks. She would also be able to change up the affinity of her own defenses making it stronger than offensive techniques that normally would beat it out through affinity.  This will become helpful cover for our side when long range cross fire comes into play.  This will allow us to continue the onslaught from a distance taking care of the strong that make it past our defenses.  Behind the front defensive line we’ll have the medical division there and on the front lines taking care of wounds. The wounded will either be taken cared of buy the non-combative medics in the back or by the combat medics in the line of fire. The combative medics will help in fighting off those who get past the first line of defense but also heal those in trouble on the field.

Meanwhile while Earth soldiers are dominating the field with   we could have limbo division operating under ground snatching victims and fighting those underground. It would be a crucial aspect to the battle if enemy soldier got taken out one by one through means of being pulled underground.  This change in terrain would deal with those without underground movement causing them to be easy targets.  We can also use this aspect as a way to take the wounded back to the medics.  They’d have the ground as cover from attacks coming in. Meanwhile Hell division will be our silent killers

The hell division will mainly be sneaking up on our opponents in the thick of war. It’ll almost like on field assassination.  This is our division having a home field advantage so to say.  These aspects and our captains make the bachiatari how it is. The outside world views us as simply instruments of peace. They have quickly forgotten that part of peace is war. Although Bachiatari are desperately trying to prevent war we must stay ready for it.   Our captains and lieutenants train day in and day out to remain sharp and capable of standing up to other factions if it came down to it.  But maybe these tactics won’t just work on faction versus faction war fair. Just maybe bachiatari can use these tactics for future bijuu battles as well.  The main objective now is to find a way to focus everyone onto their designated fighting patterns when it comes to their division.

Armen sat there twiddling his fingers knowing that he would have to do one of the many things on his list today. But he felt lazy, thinking about getting it done was a lot more likely for him than getting up and putting his gear on to do it. Its all just seemed like a lot of work . On top of that he’ll have to find time to train himself or else he’d find himself in effective on the battle field. An ineffective captain can lead to many casualties on their side and last thing he’d want is to be useless again when it came to protecting others.  He’d think of other stuff that would take the edge off of war for him and his faction. Things such as music could help take the edge off for him and his faction during war. Maybe have some war drums banging in the back ground.  This could increase the hype of the competition giving people the energy and mind set they’ll need to mess people up on the field and make quick work of the confrontations.  Armen would find the energy to get up and gear up so he can go out and train. He had many plans and little time to execute them. Things happen fast around here and those who sleep now might not have the privilege to wake tomorrow. When others and entities come to take what’s yours. You rise up and get it done.


He'd slam the book shut thinking about how much Armenezra had to go through, and how awesome he must've been in person. Before he could continue reading he'd just pass out from fatigue.


WC: 1101

Weekly Training:

Spoiler:

Both are approved

After meeting with his knew team Eli had noticed that he didnt have a good grasp of the past. The best he had to inform himself was Armen's dairy, and so he would continue where he left off:
                                                                   
Armen made it to the training grounds ready to get things started for himself. Upon arriving he’d form three clones of himself and then begin by throwing a bunch of kunai in different direction. The clones knowing what he was up to decide to counter act that action by releasing projectiles of their own to  deflect his. This prevented Armen from setting up his barriers meanwhile one of the three clones took the opportunity to set up his own barrier.  As they charge at Armen hed then pull out his Arukami blade and use rushing winds. Rushing winds allows Armen to place wind chakra into his weapon too cause a rapid stabbing effect at targets. Armenezra nearly got one of them until the one with the barrier would use burst combat to propel himself into position to take the hit for the other.  Burst combat is a blast of wind coming from the bionic arms of one of the clones to propel them at great speeds towards their destination. Since the one with the barrier was the one who propelled himself towards the attack; the attack would have no effect. So Armen responds now by jumping back and creating space up until one got into close range. He’d activate his zone lvl 3 in order to give him reaction tiers tied to his hearing. This maneuver would end up giving him an upper hand in dodging incoming attacks. Clone number two would stop in his tracks and load a fire based attack with his bionic arms. Armen recognizing the attack would use an immobility seal on clone one then grab him in to serve as a shield.


Clone two was already done with the technique and although he didn’t expect Armen to use clone one as a shield he didn’t mind too much. Clone two knew that they were just clones, and If clone one was a sacrifice to get a good shot on their opponent then they’d be more than happy to take it.   Releasing a  fire technique known as incinerate wasn’t good news for Armen.  So as the technique rushing towards Armen he’d get out the way leaving clone one to be blasted by the move.  He’d then use magnificent burst to possibly knock the clones off balance. They became shook by the movement of the ground which Armen saw as an opportunity to finish them off. He came running in as fast as he could utilize true choreography and rushing winds to increase the speed of rushing winds. The clone with the barrier was again unmoved by the assault as clone two would simply put his hands together and attempt to blow him away. Fortunately for armen he didn’t need both hands to do the rushing winds and he’d use one hand to absorb the wind coming from both the clones hands just enough to stab through him.   That’s two clones down, one to go. This one will be a bit difficult Armen doesn’t have any spiritual techs or natural techs yet. But those are mainly the only damage types that can stop this barrier.

So hed move around thinking a bit while clone three released boomerangs at Armen . The quick weapons forced Armen to have to activate his lightining release armor and deflect a few with his rotational technique utilizing rushing winds and Arukami.   He would then use the increaae in speed to close in the distance between the two and begin his assault. Clone number three would begin to react to the way Armen was attacking with a lightning release armor of his own. The efforts seemed completely useless because as the clone reacted Armen was the one being overwhelmed and forced to retreat.  This kept up for about thrity minutes before Armen started to show serious signs of fatigue. Clone number three thought he had him, A big smile coming across the clones face as he begins to put more power behind the onslaught of attacks. Finally as Armen moved back a big smile would cross his face realizing that his clone had forgotten something crucial to fighting with those barriers.  By using the barriers in such a way they must be weary not to go further out than the parameters allow. Armen laughed as the clones barriers broke, throwing him off guard for armens follow up assault. He’d hit the clone with a immobility seal as well and then finish the clone off with rushing winds.

Hed drop to the ground tired from what effort he had to put into taking that clone out. But regardless he was still pleased with his clone’s performance which can come in handy when it comes to combating others.  He began to think of some neat ideas for ways to make clone use even more effective. He’d definitely need to get more boomerang based clone jutsus. But also hed need to find a way to make long distance cloning possible.  If he can make them spawn from long distances rather than close distances that would be very helpful for barrier building. He also wondered if it was possible for his bakes clones to do the same thing. The way he figured, the more hands he had to aid in the creation and setting of his barriers the better it would be overall . Especially in heavy combat situations, where he is seriously occupied and people expect him to set up barriers and focus in on him not being capable of setting them up.

*hears voices in the room and stops reading to check the room. After some time he'd find his hamster underneath the bed near directly under where his head would be.  he'd put his hamster back in the cage then steps out to make a sandwich.*

WC: 1076
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After 10 minutes Eli returned to his reading:

After lying on the ground for a few moments to catch his breath Armen would pull himself up and dust himself off. Hed observe the field for a bit and stretch a little more for round two of fighting his clones. He realized that in his battle with them he sort of took the easy way out with the seals. Maybe this time if he doesn’t use the seals then hed get a different outcome. Hopefully he has a few surprises and all it took was a scenario like this to bring them out of them. Either way he was ready for round two!

Well it was time for Armen to get up and dust himself off for another round of training.  So he’d go ahead and make the hand seals for another shadow clone jutsu. This time making four shadow clones to face off with.  He’d walk a few paces away from them and then turn around launching boomerangs at them. They’d retaliate with boomerangs of their own. The boomerangs clashed together making a loud cling sound.  One clone began to make hand seals for the massive futon twister.  The others all set up sealed barriers to protect themselves. Armen sure had his work cut out for him this time. He doesn’t suspect that the same moves would work twice. So it was time to work, hed pull out smoke bombs and release them onto the battle field hindering the eye sight of the clones.  They were smart; one would use the same technique Armen did last time to tie his reaction to his hearing in order to get a better chance of hearing Armen’s steps throughout the mist. Meanwhile clone two would begin to clear the area for clone three to aim a sniper point blazin wind shot towards Armen. Clone number four would provide cover fire to keep Armen busy with boomerangs being thrown at him with great speed.

” Dam it!” Armen shouted knowing full well that he might not be able to dodge everything headed his way. So he would do his best first with the boomerangs that were incoming. He’s reactivate his deviant art level three which is reaction tied to his hearing and his lightning release armor. He’d catch incoming boomerangs and launch them back at the clones. Who would try to imitate by sending clone one to do the same thing, but they’d be met with an explosion. This would cause clone one to explode while clone three shoots the blazin wind shot. Armen using his increased reaction and speed would avoid it by the skin of his teeth.  Armen then gathered himself and rushed forwards while the others didn’t worry because they were under the protection of the barriers that they have set up.

Armen loaded up his own blazin wind shot in one hand and performed rushing winds with his other hand. The techniques had no effect and which lead Armen to cuss under his breath. Like what the heck is he going to do to stop them? He could make more clones to help him fight his previous clones, but that would defeat the point and the training.  Armen had to be thinking to myself, how’s he going to do this?  Well ok he has an idea of some sort.  He’d think that his best tactic is holding off as long as he could until something comes to mind. So he began to assault them and they would come at him as well.  So maybe he did have to go back to his old tactics. They all share the same jutsu but the thing Armen have that was different was Arukami.


So that’s what he was going to do, he would fight his way into close range with his clones. After a few exchanges of weapons and blows Armen finds an opening and uses his wind shard technique to blow them out of range once against shattering there shield. Armen would be breathing heavy after his bout with the clones. He’d decide to call it in for the day. But not before going to get something to eat. He’d go to his favorite shop snack down on some of bachiataris finest foods.  That was one thing Armen made sure to do so he doesn’t burn out. He made sure that when it was time to treat himself that he would do so unsparingly. This way he works hard and plays even harder so to say. Being a leader of an entire organization is extremely overwhelming but if one takes good care of themselves they can overcome everything.


Tomorrow he’ll have to prep himself for more training so he went on home to take a nice hot bath. He’d turn on the hot shower remove his clothing and get into it. He’d cover up his hair so it wouldn’t get wet but let the water run down his back and entire body. He’d think of ways that he could get stronger.  He’d look at his arms, “where did all mah obsession fo strength come frum?” He’d think of home and how he nearly let everyone down during the Gobi mission and how this time around if there were to be a Gobi fight that summer wouldn’t be around to help. So it’d be all up to Armen and the bachiatari. He could only hope that he isn’t a letdown. It seems that when it comes to big events he has a knack of winning but not after completely embarrassing himself first.  Armen had hoped to grow out of that phase but it still seems to happen to him from time to time. After washing his body he would make his way to bed, first pulling out a journey that he’d take the time to write in. He’d jot down important notes, to dos, and observations about the day.  He’d write in his book for about three hours before getting really sleepy. He’d then put his book away and think on girls he seen around the neutral lands. He thought to himself that damn they’re fine! In the midst of all this it would probably be of good interest to find a woman who loves him.

WC:1055
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Eli started to yawn and stretch his arms. Armenezra was his favorite historical character but man can he go on and on about random stuff.

 Armen will have to deal with all the traveling and fighting from place to place, but one thing should remain be the same is whats waiting for him back home. Being a teacher to the future seal holders is commendable but he’d need someone that fills that void in his heart. Armen got deep into thought about that until he pretty much fell asleep. This was probably for the best since he has to wake up early and train tomorrow anyway.  *falls asleep*

Not noticing how tired he was lead him to fall asleep while reading....

WC: 122

Learned

Spoiler:

Approved

Eli spent most of his day training with his pops in their dojo. His pops owns a farm and dedicated a small portion of their farm land to create a space for their training in the Kaironokuma clan techniques. Elias had been working on new tactics for his Iron sand techniques. Eventually after months of practice his father decided to show him how to use his love for dancing, and his Kaironokuma heritage to create puppets and use them as backup dancers for his dance style.  After a whole day and a half of training he finally figured it out.  So after their training day he headed on home , washed up and continued his readings:


Armen woke up the next day with a full agenda. Sore from yesterday’s training he really didn’t want to get up to do anything. But he knew better he knew that consistency is a must if he’s going to get in great fighting shape for whatever may come next. He will have to do things like this on days his body wants to fail him. He will have to become a new kind of Armenezra than the ones that people are used to seeing around. He will have to take everything more seriously starting with his training. Often he puts his mindset to a potential bijuu encounter in the near future. So to do that what kind of man must he really become? Maybe one like the ASN’s new leader, maybe that’s how he has to become to get the full results. Maybe he will have to switch up his battle building style for something more immediate and more dangerous.  He’ll have to implement an instant kill mind set at times to keep people safe. Too often does he play around with his enemies hoping that they will turn a new leaf and help build instead of destroy? But he’s starting to realize in this world of infinite power that some just enjoy the exercising of their own brutality. So it’s time Bachiatari demonstrates their brutality as well when the time is right.  A clean sweep of their competition is all Armen would tolerate and nothing less.  So if he wants Bachiatari to be capable of ruthlessness when the time is right then he himself will have to train his own aggression.  So he’d get out of bed make his breakfast, gear up then head out to his training grounds. As he made his way there he’d encounter a lot of the locals who would stop him for few moments at a time to ask him questions and express their congratulations for his return to Bachiatari.

The dependence the people have on their armed force ministers was insurmountable. The bachiatari could not and would not let them down. All members sign up to this and vowed to protect everyone with their lives. Meaning that for the peace and freedom of the people, Bachiatari members have sacrificed their own peace and freedom. Every day, Bachiatari members are going out on missions that can lead to life or death situations. Some cases people don’t get to return home to their loved ones.  Names that have been forsaken by the people they gave their lives to protect. It’s a life without recognition and this is why Armen finds it incredibly difficult to understand the young people these days all wanting to join the Bachiatari. They all want to join the forces to fight and to protect those they care about, this is not a world for the young it seems. This is so backwards in Armen’s opinion the adults should be the ones fighting to protect but now it seems that the younger generation are the ones who come to pick up the mantle and fight the dirty reward less fights. They talk ready to be shipped off to the most gruesome and dangerous terrains.   Armen could not fathom the thought of losing a group of young warriors to a bad mission. This has pressured Armen to put greater demands on Captains, Lieutenants, and squad leaders to train hard and be sure about decisions made on the field.

If a squad leader, captain or Lieutenant is under trained they can risk losing their lives on the field and the young warriors that follow will be left to the slaughter.  Armen showed up to his battle grounds with that very mind set. He knew that his mind needed to stay sharp to play chess with these key players in the game. He pulls out his weaponry and begins to do target practice and trick shots. He stood in one spot trying to hit as many things as he can with one boomerang. He figured if he can kill many targets with just one boomerang that would lower the risk of him needing more boomerangs in battle.  The one thing that anyone that specializes in throwing weapons would hate is to not have enough projectiles to get what you needed done.  Well Armen busted his butt to be able to hit even the hardest shots. Meanwhile, Armen started working on his movement with boxing and catching the boomerangs just to release them.  As a few boomerangs got close to his head weave and slip allowing them to fly past him. He’d begin to recite lyrics to a song Decimus wrote as he trained his boxing.  He’d bob his head and move around to the beat of the music really feeling the vibe of his training now. Once he’s got the boxing part in he’d start to throw kicks in as well increasing the speed of his physical strikes.  He’d then pull out Zenose and start to rotate zenose in combat forms. He would do many series of strikes with Zenose not neglecting to dodge the incoming boomerangs as they zoomed by faster and faster. This was a new style that he was trying to use with the kenjutsu style that he has gathered, soon he’ll make a kick boxing style that he can merge with his shuriken jutsu style of fighting. This shuriken jutsu style of fighting will utilize the abilities of one of Armen’s early jutsus known as second wind. Second wind allows weapons that were thrown to continue their same pace at speeds that they were thrown initially. This technique is something Armen hasn’t had the privilege of using in a long time since he’s been focusing in a lot on this Shurikenjutsu style. Armen figured that just because he’s using kenjutsu for close range assault that there has to be a way to not forget what he a master is at.   After a few grueling hours of training he would finish up for today. The style still very incomplete bu that would have to be work for another day.

Another day another dollar is what they say around here. Armen wakes up less sore than before meaning that his body was probably beginning to adapt to the demands.  Today he wasn’t going straight into training as he usually does. He’d first go off looking for some Intel on how the Neutral territories use to be before the Dobutsu and the Bachiatari populated the area.  He’d need this to make sure that they’ve covered all the ground that they could possibly do.  Reason being is because this place is sacred and the lands are full of power. He knew that if he could find a way to completely understand the secrets that this land can tell, and if he can harvest their power that this would be to Bachiatari’s benefit.  What an incredible feat it would be to be able to harvest the power of demons or the living weapons hidden in the ruins of this place.  Use them all for constructional and military power and they would become reliable and fruitful endeavors for the Bachiatari.  As far as technology goes Armen has been thinking long and hard about his heritage. He was specifically thinking of the clan from which he came.

So on his search he’d go off asking about rumors of the lands.  He did this for most of the day then took the time off of doing that to return to his training. He’s been making his training a big priority these days and now he’s seeing a lot of progress for it. But today was more of a physical workout than the other days. Not as much combat just making sure his body was firm and muscular. That way he can maintain his strength to fight with others. So he’d get to his training grounds and start off with a few laps around the field.  After three laps around the field he’d begin to feel very tired wondering when the last time that he did any cardio at all was. He would do some forms in the air, shadow boxing and kicking to work on the technique of things. After getting some of his technique down he would now begin to hit the weights. He was lifting heavy weights starting with chest presses. He’d do about five sets of ten chest presses. He’d then take a break with his chest burning already he’d focus up and hit another five sets of ten.  There weren’t many people at the gym that day, figures why all the captains are sort of skinny. They focus more on their lean body moves to be quick not really needed styles that rely on strength. Maybe that was different for Takahiro but Armen didn’t know. Takahiro would be the captain he knows least.Armen would quickly realize that it will be imperative for him to get to know his fellow captains. He’s been spending a lot of time boosting his battle prowess, that he doesn’t know much about the battle power of the others.  Combination techs are what are going to take bijuus down, nothing less than team work and techniques coming together.  He’ll have to make it a point to see them soon and have this discussion on what their rolls are in even something like this were to happen in the neutral territories. But that was neither here nor there right now, since his break time was up and it was time for him to hit another set.  He’d get right into lunges, going down as low as he can with weights, walking around the field. He was sweating out every ounce of sweat in his body. It came to the point where he was breathing hard and his legs began to shake.  Finally he’d finish his set and drop the weights letting out a big sigh of relief.  After a few moments to catch his breath he’d find a pull up bar and begin to do pull ups to increase his pulling strength. As he did pull ups he thought of his family back at the ASN and how he’d need to arrange to have them transported here eventually. It’s not right for someone like Armen to be far from his family. Armen draws his strength from his love of his family so the closer they are the better it’ll be for him.

After about one hundred pull ups hed then begin to work on his abs. He knows about how shirts get torn in the middle of battle.  The last thing he wanted was for the people who put so much faith in him to notice him when his shirt is torn. Then they begin to think to themselves that he wasn’t really training hard that he was slacking off because underneath the torn shirt is a fat un sizzled belly. He simply could not have that, because as ruthless as he was, he was also a pretty boy.  He much like most men hopes to get with a fine honey someday soon.  So there he’d go blasting his abs putting maximum resistance on them as he engages different compartments of his abs. This may seem vain but after abs Armen made sure to work on his shoulders. Following the expression he has the weight of the world on his shoulders; he couldn’t afford to have any weak shoulders. Never can he have that and get caught by those who believe in him with weak ass shoulders. These exterior appearances mattered to Armen because when people imagine a hero he wanted them to imagine the best version of himself.  Not some scrawny rice cake eating version that everyone is used to. About three hours had passed and finally training was done for the day. Armen made sure to clean after himself as a sign of discipline, and re-rack the weights.  He’d then make his way home safe, where he would enjoy a nice peanut butter chocolate protein shake. Armen saw this as a treat and perfect way to end today’s training. Now all he had left to do before bed is to take a shower and wash him of the filth.
Today was his last day for training. He needed to accomplish what he set out to a whole week ago or else it would be a waste. He usually times how long it’ll take for him to accomplish a new stage in anything. This has by far taken the longest to do and if he can’t conclude his training today then it may not even be something possible of achieving.  So he’d get up today very determined and won’t let anything get in his way of breaking his limits. The whole time this week he’s been trying to just find ways passed his current limits so that he can learn high rank techniques that he can later use to blow away the threats that may oppose the Bachiatari.  He’d get up eating his breakfast and getting ready as much as possible. Although he wanted to go straight to training to keep the focus this would not be possible for him today. He’d have to head to the office first and finish his assignments for today. After all Bachiatari does need to be managed just as much as it needs to be protected. People have domestic issues and they don’t care too much about military threats and natural disasters until they come to the doorsteps. Armen always saw this as a very odd thing about living beings; they worry soo much about immediate problems despite how minor they may be that they could care less that someone is working on their grand future problem.  Armen still wouldn’t find this as an excuse to think of them as small minded individuals but sometimes the people really can be. So he’d do just as he was supposed to, he’d go to work greeting everyone he met and check in with his assistant for his itinerary for the day.
Shed hand him a list of issues that he had to mediate and also right articles for. This was insane how even faction issues that other captains are supposed to handle falls on his lap from time to time. Not to say his captains aren’t doing a banged up job in their divisions because he knows for sure that they are. It’s just overwhelming at times, but Armen would not complain hed take his workload to his desk and start to organize them and spread them out throughout the room.  He’d start with fauna control, for some reason he’s always loved fauna related material. Usually the reports Rai send are very informative, and at time way too informative and borderline inappropriate. Sometimes Armen swears the kid reads too much erotic novels and believes that this is the way to write.  As Armen can recall just last week Rai had sent in a report for two tigrex and their unnatural behavior. He described a suspicious grooming of one tigrex to another as “Electric to the touch”.   

After a few hours of reading he decided that this would be a good place to stop. So he placed the book down and went on his way out to hang out with some friends.

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It was unfortunate that Eli's  book was coming to an end, he would have to make sure that he gets another from his mother. Finding out a bit about the legends that started his bloodline was very fascinating to him. So in the spirit of learning more he'd continue where he left off:

What does electric to the touch even mean in a situation like that? Anyway Armen believes certain things such as that is best to just take as is and move on. He tried to confront Rai about it but he really seems genuine about not seeing the problem. In fact Armen tried making Rai read his report back to him, the entire time Rai didn’t break a smile or acknowledge anything off about the report. He guesses that this is just his writing voice and as strange as it is, it’s very thorough and gets the message across. Armen kept reading through the reports feeling the same way that he usually does with most of Rais reports. Then his assistant would barge in causing him to jump as if he was watching something extremely inappropriate.  His eyes shot wide open and the assistant looking around for signs of what she just walked into. Everything seemed normal from her eyes except for Armens behavior and his stillness to her being in the room. She’d break the awkwardness with the casual question if everything is ok in here. In which Armen would reply positively only letting out a sigh of relief when she leaves the room. It really seems like this joke would definitely be something Rai pulls on Armen.  He’d then take a seat to read more of what’s going on with limbos division. Rai’s division has a sacred joke only secret to those on the inside. His division is solely along with selected members of the heaven seal division; responsible for the maintenance and the protection of the Soana preserves.

Those preserves are sacred to the outside world and those creatures are incredibly special. This is why Armen and Rai are responsible to protect those creatures with all the force necessary and by keeping their secrets. This usually causes its own level of difficulty because most of the reports from citizens of this city states that there was weird fauna sounds nearby. This wouldn’t be too bad because we could always pass it off as the local faunas that everyone knows about. The problem with that is now that we have tamers they’re familiarity with local faunas and the sounds they’re capable of making has grown. So it’s harder to tell civilians that confirm or have the support of tamers that it’s just a tigrex outside our boarders. Which in its own way isn’t a better cover up at all because then they accuse the bachiatari for poor boarder control.  These creatures much like other creatures always want to expand their territory. They aren’t happy with being confound in a small parameter, they want to spread across the entire territory. This wouldn’t be a bad thing except due to their rarity, and their unique properties they’d subject themselves to all types of cruelties. They’d be hunted and captured by some for extensive research.  The research that could lead to different types of weaponry, poisons, serums, and destructive power in the hands of offenders must not happen. This is our duty to prevent this from happening always.  Another problem is that these unique and rare fauna hear the mating calls of other fauna native to the land, and desire to interact with them.

This is terrible because we wouldn’t want these creatures diluting their unique qualities with the mass population of common species. Yes it would bring rise to newer species and keep the genes of the unique species alive, but this could back fire. We have no idea what the unique and common species would really do to one another so, if they meet chances are what we believe would be a harmonious union can indeed become a murderous encounter. These things are always considered in the office and often lead to declines on certain scientific movements that could enhance our technology and civilization as a whole. Necessary sacrifices as we go on and make sure that we do no play God with our work, but we do what is necessary to keep everyone and everything safe. They’ll do this without creating new threats to put anything that were supposed to protect at risk. So as Armen reviewed these files he’d finish the ones that he classified as crucial and move them to the side, eventually completing todays work for Limbo Division. Now while he’s on the same vein of things, he’d look into the purgatory division reports.

Purgatory is our division dedicated to science and technological advancements. This is a perfect division in terms of medicine and new potions and treatment for the people of this region.  These reports are usually declarations for more supplies so that Heaven Division can go and purchase them.  So Armen would have to go through their list of demands and either approve them or tell them that we can possibly use better substitutions that can be found here at a cheaper price.  Saying no sometimes lead to lots of discussions between Armen and Hope. Discussions that at times Armen ends up losing because he isn’t a doctor. But at times Hope gives in knowing that the Bachiatari’s budget isn’t always large enough to support all their endeavors. Bachiatari can’t just go around squandering money; they have to move about in a thrifty manner. Because when money comes out for one thing, that’s money we won’t have for other things.  So at times we need new technology but we can’t afford to either purchase it or the materials to make it. One of Bachiatari’s saving grace is Takahiro’s ability to make gold, but as discussed with him the more gold he makes the less valuable the old becomes to the faction and the world. Because if gold is lying around everywhere it takes one visit to the Bachiatari to get a fortune, therefore causing inflation on its value.  So in the case of medicine we have people being enrolled to hospitals every day, and we are still using herbs so we constantly need people making medical herbs.

Done for the day, he'd leave his book mark on a page then head to bed. He planned to continue his readings as soon as he woke up.

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In the morning he did as promised, he woke up, brushed his teeth then continued reading where he left off. He was learning alot about the infrastructure of the Bachiatari, maybe someday this may come in handy:


Now Bachiatari are advancing quicker into the world of pills. This involves crushing medical herbs into smaller powder like form to become pills that one can take and get faster effects.  This division is also moving into clan and bloodline limit research. Bachiatari is taking a proactive approach to studying clan abilities to learn how to defeat them and counter their effects in battle. These combat researches will prove to be vital in the future when war ensues.  If war ensues is the more correct way to say it because Bachiatari will do its best to prevent war.  Bachiatari also intends to use research about clan abilities to enhance weaponry. There is much advancement that they have in mind like weapons that can crystalize, weapons that explode without being destroyed and can be charged up and explode again.  This will change the way our soldiers combat with one another and now we also need to create gear that interacts with the terrain.  Bachiatari is known for its harsh terrains which can really help boost up the defenses. Also we’ll need a whole lot more money because to build and mass produce armor good for the terrain would be very costy. Armen would sigh and order a drink as he passes his hands through his hair and looks at all the work left to read. He was starting to get a little discourage, believing that he might not be able to leave today to go and train.  Once his beverage got here he’d take it, thank the server and sip while working. This next bill was about technological prosthetics. He could tell that this one was supposed to appease him a bit, having prosthetics himself.  But the bill had a few issues, these prosthetics were supposed to be for civilians yet they were soo expensive. The functions of these prosthetics were damn near military grade, and the military prosthetics was a lot better than the ones he has now.  He would want the best for his people but this was too expensive, this was something that they can probably make available for the rich and not have it on insurance.

The other issue with this bill was that military grade prosthetics were available to rich people, which Armen would not allow. These prosthetics had the power to level cities. Now he understood the whole business behind it because whatever we make we’d have to sell but to the rich this could definitely fall into the wrong hands. Not to mention the rich in the neutral territories have a knack of trying to sell Bachiatari stuff to other factions for more money. If Bachiatari are to dedicate their efforts into these kinds of advancements it would be a disservice to them to allow others to exploit that and send it off to different factions for more money. Bachiatari can and will make wealth within itself. It’ll take time but they will make wealth.  So Armen had the pleasure of not denying this bill but sending a counter proposal, which he would take the time to type out. Once it’s typed out and notarized he’d put it in a pile so that his assistant can later come in and send out.

After having approved the final documentations for purgatory Armen then moved on to Hell Divisions assignments. Much like Rai is hyper descriptive and damn near erotic with the way he writes things, Takahiro is the complete opposite. He lacks tons of description so much that Armen was worried that in a situation of life and death that if he had to give detailed description of whats going on that he wouldn’t be capable of doing such.  So to fix this problem Armen had takahiro hire himself a person for documentation like this. Now things are clearer although Armen can tell that the writer had difficulty getting the information of exactly what happened from Takahiro. When did he become such a introverted person? But that’s not neither here nor there, when Armen checks Hell division reports hes always interested in the new missing ninja recruits. The job of the hell division is to also find new recruits and make recruits out of missing ninja through conversion. But what they usually discover when encountering with missing ninja is that they purposely chose to leave their factions due to criminal charges against them.  So hell division soldiers constantly find themselves in strange situations where they are reading people and one person read the wrong way can mean an ambush.

Missing ninja tend to have a change in personality regardless if they were murders before or not. The struggle of being out on their own usually causes them to make the shift in personality which at times lead to violent tenancies.  So unfortunately most missing nin reports end in them being cut down by Takahiro or another hell division members blade. At times, its reversed and that’s the worst times, because then it’s a lost in our ranks, a lost in our brotherhood and a lost in moral. Plus Bachiatari would most of the time bring provisions to their families and financial aid for the duration of that family’s residence in ibara. People don’t get to hear much about the hell division but its division is obviously important to the ranks. Some soldiers found out there in the wild actually become helpful assets to the ranks of the Bachiatari. These are the best cases and have happened many times.

Eli yawned with only a few pages left of this book. Most people wouldnt enjoy this but to him it was like gold. Hed place the book down then get dressed for another day of adventure.If hes not mistaken, he recalled Kotone promising to sing for the group, and Jinnouchi promising to learn some dance moves so that he wouldnt look soo stiff. This was definitely a day worth leaving the house for. Until next time.

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Thunder can be heard in the background while Eli lays there in his candle lit room reading up on folk tells about the Bachiatari. Eli didn't come off too many as a kid who enjoyed reading soo much and for the most part he didn’t. But it was something about these old-style literatures that made it easy for him to get invested. It was less like reading an educational book and more like reading a hot gossip. He enjoyed every minute of it, but as the thunder drew his attention away from his book, he’d turn his gaze towards the window that he left slightly opened. The fire from his candle began to flicker wildly as the heavy breeze from the windows tried to put it out. He’d rise off his bed and effortlessly glide towards the window to look out at the heavy rains and image of people running for cover. This was truly a beautiful and relaxing weather for Elias, but not the kind of weather that you would want to be outdoors in. Water began to drip through the crack of the window and down the walls of his room, but before shutting it , he’d close his eyes and experience it.  This feeling was like being alive to him, he felt as if by just closing his eyes that he can experience all the stages of life. Before he can allow his room to soak any further, he’d shut the window and keep his gaze towards the outside. ” I wonder if it always rained this much for the Bachiatari. I wonder if they were happy. Were things much simpler back then than they are now?” Questions about the lost faction began to fill his head. Must be because of the constant reading about on of their leaders and his great grandfather.

There's so much that’s happened and so much that he can not understand. At times it seems like too much pressure to find out. And if he does what is he to do with this information. What if he finds out that the reason his mother doesn’t feel like home and is never completely happy is because of the ASN. But the ASN is literally all he's ever known, what is he expected to turn his back? Maybe the truth reveals itself the stronger he gets. And Maybe its only a matter of meeting the other children and legacies that live under the headship of the ASN.  It is very possible that after winning the war that the ASN would harbor children of their enemies who’s killed soo much of their own. Eli is simply a genin and he can already see how ASN at times is ran more like a business than an actual government. After a while he’d snap out of his thoughts, knowing that he really wouldn’t like to get into politics any time soon. So instead he’d put his book away and pull out blue prints that he’s been working on with his father for his first couple of puppets that would better suit his style.  He’s debating between the names the iron dancers or if he should call them his toy soldiers.  Toy soldiers is really cool but iron dancers personify his style a whole lot more than toy soldiers do. Plus when he gets older he wouldn’t want to be known as the guy who plays with toys. He rather be known as the guy with the really cool iron man dancers. He will have to build their mechanism so that they can also dance. Whats the point of them carrying the name as dancers if they don’t do just that, dance.  

So he’d review the blue prints with his graphite pencil, reviewing the calculations and the mechanisms of these things. He’ll need to start gathering the correct materials to start composing these figurines soon or else he will be a man without a country, or in this case a man without his vises to help him in combative situations. Granted Eli still sort of had his taijutsu and his Nintaijutsu but he would be able to fully function as a Kaironokuma clan member through the use of this exclusive metal puppetry. This was definitely something Elias was looking forward to. He’d have to find a way to make it so that his puppets can be somewhat heat resistant or highly chakra conductive. This way he can maybe develop a solid method of having them roam about under total control with the help of his Lodestone earth’s magnetisms and also prevent Jinnouchi’s tactics from bringing extreme harm to them through expansion and degradation.  Eli can only hope that he can use his metal puppeteering  correctly. Then maybe elevate it to a brand new level where he will be unrivalled and known as the ultimate iron dancer. He could maybe create eventually the titanic dancer which would be insane to see in action. A titan fighting with Elias’s dance moves, there would be way too much respect to be had for him in these streets if he could pull that off.  Right now his ranking is too low and it would be best for him to focus on just working with smaller puppets and creations for now until he can develop a more solid foundation with these puppets and develop the titan dancer.  

As he put away his blue prints the cloud began to clear and the rain cleared soon after. It was as if the day had been washed clean for him to go out on an adventure. But he would not have wasted this opportunity, so he puts on his shoes and heads for the door. Down stairs he would see his mom and dad passed out on the couch and so hed leave them a note ,letting them know that he has done out to play. So that marked another interesting day inside for the future of the doublestackums legacy. Hopefully things start to pick up soon.

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Eli Dark returned from a day of vigorous training. Furthering his understanding of his unnatural form of spacial sensory. After training so hard he'd make his way home to wash up, eat and attempt to finish his book today.  So once he got situated he'd continue reading.

This time the report was a bit different, Hell divisions report was about interrogation process.  Part of Heaven divisions over seeing is neutral relations, there will be times where missing ninja come from either ASN or Shogunate and depending on who they are and what they’ve done we must maintain neutral relationships with the two factions. So we can’t interrogate certain high rank deserters because of the chance that we might obtain high quality information from them that could enrage either side if we found out. Some cases we interrogate these people anyway and use that information to make preparations for if a faction follows through on threats to another. But in cases like this we ought to just return this high ranked deserter back to his/ her faction. Its important to be sensitive to these matters because for the most part we don’t want any of these factions thinking of taking us out.  Although this is rare, if that were the case we’d be ready for them, but why not avoid the disgraceful confrontation.  Good thing about hell division stuff is that the information comes across so basic that it’s easier to run through it all. In a matter of two hours or so Armen was done with proposals and documents pertaining to hell division issues.
Finally Armen would get to another important issue this time from Earth division. Earth division is our first line of defense in terms of ground work. They lay down traps and defenses for war time purposes. These traps that they so expertly lay out help prevent battles from breaking out from within our walls.  They also serve almost like the police force here in the bachiatari. They walk about the parameters searching for suspicious activity and helping civilians with their domestic concerns.  This document was about gang activity in the nearby area. Gang members have been spotted recruiting people near the area. This has proven to become a big problem because small gangs can easily become large militia groups with enough following. Gangs also have a history of going completely opposite from what they normally intend. This can go from having to incarcerate leaders of this gang being as bad as having to take out members of the group. The worst case that has happened over history so far is a gang that started to build strong holds right outside of ibara. That gang later started to affiliate themselves with missing ninja that they’d encounter with promises of taking out the Bachiatari and paying them what they deserve. When the heads of this gang lost their lives, the gang lost their direction and with new leadership the gang became a small militia at the doors. No matter how hard Hell division and captains attempted the reason with them, they just became a bunch of terrorists. So the day came when they made their move, and Bachiatari had to take them out. It was a massive killing that would go down as a dark day for bachiatari. Since that day we started to take special attention to these growing groups. Although we try to completely rid groups like the el churrascos but with organizations like that it’s hard to find hideouts and members that blend in to every day society.

So Armen mostly approves warrants for this division to go into houses and inspect the place. Otherwise people wouldn’t feel like they had enough privacy which in most cases is a really bad thing and usually leads to many people lashing out at the authorities. At least with the warrants people feel safer thinking that at least the inspection isn’t one official misusing their power. After a long day of approving so many warrants and arrests armen puts away the work and is able to call it a day.  Finally it was time to take care of this whole weeks long training ordeal. So He’d make his way to his training grounds a few hours before dark.  Excited about what hes going to do today he’d stop by a shop to buy some food and drinks so that he would not need to leave the area.  His plan was to lock himself into his work for the day and not leave until he has completed everything that he said he was going to do. Once there he’d put down his weaponry and start to form clones to help him read all the books he had to cover about what he was trying to do. While the clones read the books Armen was sparing with one in a corner while the others figure this thing out. Finally after an hour or so they’ve figured out how to get it done.  Armen would get into his fighting stance while the clones got into position. They would all go at each other using solely hand to hand combat at first. This tactic could’ve been the one they’ve decided to use simply to wear Armen out a bit faster. They’d exchange blows both not being very efficient in hand to hand combat. Every blow Armen would take would just get him more and more tired. Making it easier for the clones to chip away at Armen’s resilience with every punch and kick to his body.  His body would turn a bright brown from the beatings as he would slowly begin to retreat, not yet seizing on the punches that he is throwing. He is determined to outlast his own clones in hand to hand combat. Slowly but surely they started to poof away one by one as he’d land solid hits on them.

After dispersing the last clone he’d fall to the ground breathing hard with a face covered with blood and bruises. He’d only create more this time they’d incorporate the boomerangs which he barely could find the energy to avoid. But on top of the incoming boomerangs he had to endure more hand to hand assaults. He was really starting to get torn down from the assault but he would not give up. A boomerang would hit his shoulder causing further damage which would cause him to slow down even more.  Enraged he’d manage to release some boomerangs of his own that would meet their mark. This would bring him some relieve as a few would poof away and he’d combat the remaining ones the same way. Armen can feel himself reaching his limit but he wasn’t about to give up on it, he would keep pushing until he physically feels his limits snap in half.  A mighty roar would be let out by him as he finally gets another one right in the chest and he’d continue his assault. It was surprising to all when Armen let out a sudden burst in confidence help the adrenaline pump through his body.

Once he got to this part, Elias would hear a knock on the door, and make his way towards the knocking to see who it was. So for now, he'd put the book down.

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Eli started this morning like every other morning, reading his final chapter of a strange diary that was supposedly written by Armenezra his great grandfather:

Finally he’d take out the remaining two and fall to the ground. Once he fell he’d create more clones which would only further exhaust his reserves. Though it further exhausted him, he would not have issues with his reserves. It was his body that was growing weak with every blow and every shot that he took. He’d struggle to find his legs to get up as the clones actually came back in a similar shape. Armen dug real deep to find the strength and the courage to rise to his feet and combat the clones. But there was more of them then there were of Armen, each time helping one another up on their feet to deliver big shots to Armen. With each shot Armen would fall to the ground and struggle to find his way up again. At some point he took a shot and was knocked out for a few seconds before instinctively getting back up to his feet. He was moving back and forth like a zombie, he was going down, but out of nowhere he’d break his limits. When they least expected it, he’d suddenly bursting with a random energy making him resemble a person who just started his battle. It was unreal the moves that he was doing, making the clones poof away with every successful strike. Finally he reached the last one, and that last one got a little motivation of its own putting up a very good fight before Armen would just launch a boomerang at him a split second faster due to positioning. After completing this battle he just fell to the ground and passed out.

He would not come through until three hours later when it would start raining very heavy and soaking his entire body. He’d wake up and slowly get up to gather his things and begin to march himself home. He was in extremely bad shape very vulnerable situation for himself, which is what captains urge one another to not be caught in. After dragging himself around for a couple of miles, he would finally find himself at his own door step. He’d make his way to the shower and take a nice cold shower to reduce the swelling followed by a hot shower to keep him from catching a cold. Hed then get out and begin to treat his wounds. After that hed smile to himself knowing that he completed what he set out to do today. The day was over but his mission was a success.

Alas he had finished his reading and was time now for him to go off and make stories of his own. He needed to discover what he liked stylistically . Elias was keen to many different fighting styles and felt that he needed to train in a way that highlights each. He felt that he surely could pull it off but would take a lot of careful planning. At his low rank bombardeing himself with styles and techniques that didn’t mix well would only be a disservice to him. Too many options and not enough application is the main way that Genin fall into the shadows and don’t get to display their skills. From his readings one thing he’s discovered was that all great protagonist for any faction had one thing in common and that was that they all had respective rivals that were very powerful and very motivated. Elias in this area does not have a rival nor does he really want one. A rival takes a lot of work and requires him to have some sort of a competitive spirit which he really doesn’t. He is more motivated on demonstrating his art and also putting on a good performance even in the form of combat, but at its core its more for fun and less for rewards and the spirit of competition itself. He differs from his ancestors in this way, and is similar in the sense of causing trouble and also wanting to be able to tell life stories that someday someone else will read and be envious of.

So eli would go out today to face some sun rays and maybe get in a dance session on the skreets. This would be nice since hes been spending most of his time indoors reading or outdoors training with either his mother, father, or genin team. He hasn’t been spending alog of his time doing what he liked which is dancing. So after getting properly dressed hed make his way on out there hoping to find his posse. Unfortunately only one member was out there today and when he asked what happened to the others, he informed Eli that most of them are either joining the academy or in prison for tagging. Tagging is when they go out and place graphic art on walls and buildings alike. Eli and his friends Joshua began to break dance against multiple crew mates of the opposite team. The two of them never just danced together against other teams, but to Eli’s surprise josh was doing a pretty banged up job on keep up with his tempo. To Eli’s surprise people were very impressed and decided that the two would move on to the next round. This got Eli to get very pumped and made him want to win the entire competition. Unfortunately the next team was just as good but with various members to their team and their well executed flares, Eli and Josh couldn’t get enough of the crowd behind them to move on to the next round. Which was alright because Eli felt that they danced their hearts out in that competition and to others it may not seem all that exellerating but to the competitors it was like a very intense fight scene with music and flares. Not many people will every really understand this art but in Elias’ case it doesn’t matter. Just another good day to talk about someday in history.

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Eli finished his book weeks ago and so he needed some new reading material. He’d take money from his piggy bank then make his way to the book store. It was there he’d find some neat books about fictional characters. He’d get to his room and crack it right open. Hopefully this helps inspire some creativity.

Chapter 1: Breath

Rain fell from the darkening sky like pellets washing the rocky earth below. Echoes of the rain hitting the ground resonating through the caves where Isais would sit alone in the darkness.  The sound of rain drops would leave him in a trance; remembering the day when everything changed. Deep in thought, Isais would relive his encounter with Ouraborous.  Much had happened leading up to that day. First was an assault on Hyougagakure, which lead to a short war between the hidden glacier and Tsukigakure.  During this time many rebellions and other dictatorships began to form in foreign countries.  By the time the war between Hyougagakure and Tsukigakure had ended, these rebellious groups had already taken over their respective countries. Hyougagakure had won the war due to Tsukigakure wanting to remain a neutral country. A lot had changed after the war but none like Isais.  In his pursuit of peace he began to hunt, “Monsters”.  A term he uses to describe creatures or people with extraordinary power and potential. He would travel and eliminate almost anything that he believed would pose a threat to the heart of Sonya, The Good Mother, Hyougagakure.  In his journey his heart has grown cold and his spirit has become heavy.  But as he sits there in the darkness, the rain drops and the purple glow of abbadon takes him back to the blood that was shed on that battle field, the lives that were lost. On that day all out chaos had ensued up until the moment that everyone was made witness to the raw power of the 9 tails.  After Isais’ failure to capture the nine tails, the creature nearly killed every last person on the battle field. In an act of pity, the nine tailed beast created a powerful explosion of ying and yang chakra. This explosion had rendered everyone unconscious but has somehow ripped the fabric of time. This phenomena sent them all a year forward in time. Those who were closest to the explosion received further affects. The explosion somehow cause a maturity in their chakra, causing them to receive strength and power far beyond the course of a year.  


Isais returns to his senses as he begins to look around and wonder, how he even got into this cave. This is all too strange, he feels as if he just lived a whole year which he cannot remember.  All he can do is feel what he had accumulated over that time gap. Unfortunately what he can feel is the hurt, loneliness, and pain. Along with the pain, came an overwhelming ambition. “Protect The Good Mother”, he would say to himself softly as he can hear Ei’s reply, “At all costs?” Isais would put his right hand to his heart and grip onto his clothing, pulling together the little slack his shirt gave.  An overwhelming feeling of relief would descend on him as he hears Ei’s voice. “Whatever it takes. That is my heart!” Isais would then move from his position and reach out with his right hand towards the rain.  The heavy rain would feel wet and cold against the steel of abbadon. Isais then cuffs his hand to make a small puddle and then use that to smack against his face. The cold sensation would heighten his awareness for a bit as he would then stick his head outside the cave. The rain would wet his head entirely as he brings it back into the cave and begins shaking his hair like a dog.  As the rain continued, Isais created a fire for himself to keep warm and cook up some animal meat that he had found in his bag.  He doesn’t recall hunting, he remembers doing so, but doesn’t remember any of the experience.  “What do we do now?” Ei would ask after a long silence. “Nothing has changed Ei. Whatever that thing was, it was the strongest thing I have ever seen. It’s power was god- like and it’s still out there, because I failed to capture it or kill it.”  Isais would say knowing how insane it sounds. “That thing is my brother, which is probably the only reason why we have a pulse right now. He’s given you more power, and a second chance.  When Sonya died, you died with her. The way I see it he has breathe new life into you, so why not live it?”  Ei’s words resonated in Isais’ heart. He tries to regain his focus by thinking of Sonya but the feeling is different now. Although there is love in her memory there is no longer any pain, as if Isais’ heart has come to accept that she is gone.  But Isais not wanting to give up soo easily on what he believes fires back , “ I am made stronger. But what about the others? How strong have they gotten? For as long as there are monsters out there, my heart could never be at rest. I will not break the only promise that ive been able to keep.”  The rain would stop and Isais would rise to his feet and ready his gear.  

” Damn this is good, like really good!” Eli really liked his book and marveled at its wonder. He cant wait to  just keep  reading through the chapters. But for now he had to put it down and do some training so he wont fall behind his team mates. Maybe when he’s done he can come back and do some more reading but he for now he’s got to work more on his combos and earth style techniques. Until hes done, the stories and wonder will have to wait.  

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Eli came back from his training and then showered up. Once he finished his shower he ate dinner then sat down with his book once more.  

Continue..
He would kick sand onto the fire and bury it. He would then make his way towards the location in where he had first discovered the infamous group known as Ourabous.  His newly acquired head knowledge would tell him that they have a new leader now, but how he has come to know that he isn’t sure.  A whole year of a life and yet it feels like he had just slept through it all.  Before arriving at the location he would put down his luggage and fully strap on his battle gear.  He would let down his blue hair and strap on his ninja belt. Abbadon would be on his right hand as he would start wrapping both arms in his shiringu taijutsu  wraps.  He would then pack up his things and store them in some bushes as he would walk out he would place some chakra within his pipe bombs and throw it out. He would then brace himself, covering his ears as an explosive but clear sound of his message would be let out. “ Men in Red! Come out and lets talk about what has happened within the last year!” Isais would wait not knowing how many of them are still alive or how many would show up. He would keep his eyes peeled and his head moving about looking for signs of an ambush. All he wanted to do was compare notes but its not like he’s among friends. He is prepared to kill any of them that make an attempt on his life.  Isais has an important plan that he has been working on for the past year, but in order to do it he needs their help, so hopefully, no one has to die tonight.  Isais waited around the mountain side, in safety from the heart of the mountain.  Though he waited , there is another person near by who he hopes will show up. He will soon know who will respond to the call.


Storm sat in the darkness of his cave where no light was bold enough to illuminate. He was alone, as usual, staring at a capsule which held one eye in clear liquid. He had never taken his eyes off of it since he had woke this mourning. He now knew every detail of the eye, from the perfect round shape to the color of its displayed pupils. Storm didn't enjoy staring at it- in fact he hated the thing- but placing this eye out of his site would be a bad action on his part. For within this eye's secrets held the Mangekyou Sharingan. Although it didn't look it now, it had come from Storm's old enemy and mentor of the Uchiha clan. It was with these eyes that a man was allowed to look at the Uchiha's and order them to slaughter his daughter. These eyes were the cause of Storm transformation into a criminal and joining of an organization whose goals were only destruction. These eyes were the reason why Storm's life was shitty, so of course he wouldn't enjoy holding them in his hand. If he didn't see use in them he would destroy them- though every day he thinks about doing it.
Wings fluttering could suddenly be heard. Storm slowly turned his head to the entrance of the cave as a black eagle soared into the room. It planted its claws on Storm's shoulder then gave a mighty roar before settling down. Storm looked at it then opened his fingers. Seeing this as a cue, the bird leaned down to Storm's palm and regurgitated something into it. What it spit up was a paper with a plastic bag covering it. Storm unwrapped the soaked plastic then opened the dry paper. "So this is the list of everyone who responded," he said to himself as the bird gave another cry. "I guess I'm going to have to schedule our next Ouraboros gathering."
Storm didn't enjoy Ouraboros gatherings as much as he enjoyed that eye. The last time this group of murderers gathered they had somehow managed to awaken a sleeping god. The image of of that day was enough to make him shiver. He was afraid to think of it now, even though then while it was happening he seemed not but courageous. He even made a speech of how much courage he had. "What's wrong with you all," he said to the group of shinobi's who coward in the presence of the nine-tailed dragon. "We are shinobi. Chakra pumps through our veins as much as blood does. We have power, strength, and skill and yet you cower in fear of death from this monster? We already made a nindo as ninjas to die for our land- here we are and here is our chance to prove our word. I am not a glacier, nor storm, nor death, nor bandit ninja, but I am a ninja. I am not dying as I run or hide, I am dying as I fight."    
A speech meant to insult a group of quivering ninjas managed to transform them and gave them the moral to continue fighting. What happened after that was pure chaos.Storm let out a deep breath, as he did the bird began to stir. It roared, lifted its wings, and Storm swore that its fur stood on its edge. As he looked up at it, one of its eyes began to change. Its pupils swirled within its socket and suddenly turned red. His eyes opened wide as the Mangekyou Sharigan replaced the birds old pupil. He then quickly looked to where the bird was looking and hopped off one of the stone fingers he was sitting on as he noticed a grenade rolling into the large room. Inside the stone palm he went, hiding behind one of the fingers in hopes of hiding from the explosion. He didn't know if the stone would be able to bear the blast but the other rooms were too far away to run to. Explosions went off fast, and he wasn't fast enough to out run one.

Eli’s mom calls and so he had to put the book down for a bit.  

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After handling whatever it was that his mom needed him to do, he’d return to his reading to try and understand whats going on.

He braced himself as the explosive sounded; however, he noticed pretty quick that there would be no harm to his body- except his ears. He moved his fingers to his ears but knew it was too late, he was losing them. Before his ears went completely deaf he could hear the message that had come from the bomb. “ Men in Red! Come out and lets talk about what has happened within the last year!” Storm didn't know who had sent him this message, but they had managed to piss off an Uchiha, and Uchiha's were known for murdering others with their strong, wild and hateful emotions.
He removed his fingers then looked towards the cave. A white piece of paper quickly came from his red Ouraboros jacket- along with a pen. He placed the pen to paper, writing a warning message to all the Ouraboros agents in the area. He then tied the paper to his eagles foot. With the note, the bird flew out of the cave. Next, Storm performed the hand signs necessary for shadow clone jutsu. Without saying a single word, the perfect clone of his was made. It looked at him, nodded, then half knelt down to the ground. Within a second it was no longer where Storm stood. It was racing towards the end of the cave- heavy footsteps following slowly behind it. Within the next moment Storm's clone was in a full halt outside the cave, dust shrouding half its body as its feet were planted. With its sharingan eyes blaring bright red, it looked towards the intruder, a silent angry expression turning left to right in search for the intruder. "You wanted to talk?" It asked with a calm tone that did not represent its emotion. "Here I am, now where are you?"
The land was just as warm as it had always been, something that appealed to many but not all. The red clouded cloak of a single shinobi would be one of the few that did not enjoy such a place but it served its purpose well enough, hiding him from the world and was his new home. The long slender fingers were wrapped rightly around the handle of a massive blade, his other hand holding a similar sized blade but far more jagged and its tip was resting on the ground to ease the weight. A katana rested in its scabbard on his hip as it was usually seen to be.
The ninja would take in a deep breath and raise his sword high and bring it down with seemingly enough force to cleave the ground under him in half. This was not to be, as the sword's edge was to dig into the ground, it was halted sudden and abruptly. The metal-like coat lining shifting violently in the stop. Another breath would be exhaled as if he had held it for a few minutes and then there was a loud voice that, seeming to be booming from some sort of cave.
His attention let the sword slowly lower to rest on the ground and he would look in the direction of the voice though it surely could be coming from anywhere at this point. What was more to the point was that he could only assume that the voice was speaking about the Ouraboros. It was a man that seemed to wish for a swift death or a very, very enticing proposition. The latter of which was up for debate on if he himself would find the subject worth pursuing.
Something did make this far more apparent as a black bird would come sailing down to rest on his risen arm. The main thing that put this bird apart from others was that it belonged to Storm, one of the members of Ouraboros and that it held something on its leg. This little thing would cause him to take the paper for if it was for someone else, it would have gone to them. Upon opening the paper, the bird would remove itself from his space, taking off to the sky once more.
Upon reading the note with great haste, he would crunch it up into a ball of sorts and place it somewhere within the confines of his cloak. It brought back the sound of the booming voice. '...what happened a year ago.' The day that a good portion of the Ouraboros was slimmed down to a select few. He himself being one of those survivors and contemplated every day the voice of the creature that would turn such incredible set of ninja into nothing more than play things. Lee had always wished for greater power but did he want something like that?
He would swing his swords across one another and let them fall over his shoulders onto his back, latching onto the holsters as he would crouch down and would disappear in a blur of speed, a crack in the rock where his foot had been as he pushed off. He would ready himself as he would move closer and closer to the source of the booming sound and as he got close he would slow down, making sure not to give himself away. As he came to a stop, he would raise up a single finger and crouch down and place it onto the ground and he would speak ever so softly "Kotsuniku." and with the closing of his eyes, there would be a word filled with back and darkness. But in the darkness, there were beings. One of the main things that the volcano village made easy was its lack of inhabitants, making the number of blood-filled bodies a lot easier to find.

Eli would put the book down for the day. It was getting late and he has a training in the morning . So that was going to be it for the day.

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Elias comes home sweaty and hungry after training with his parents. But instead of washing up and eating food , he’d go back to his book.  

Chapter 3: Opening Old Wounds
He would find two immediately would be apart from one another, the closest being an unfamiliar and unless the person was floating in the air, be the cause of the voice. He would remain silent for the time being and await what would happen before instigating anything.
Isais waited patiently until a voice could be heard. He would direct his attention towards the sound of the person’s voice only to discover a familiar face. This is exactly what he wanted.  He would make note of the person’s appearance, gear and his very noticeable red eyes. ‘That must be the Sharingan user from the war’, Isais would speak within himself to Ei. ‘The kid with the speech! Yes him I remember, that was very inspirational for an S ranked criminal. So do you remember what his clan does?’ Ei would ask Isais; prepping him for a potential battle. ‘Yea I do, although I’m not sure what his does specifically. He looks much stronger than before. I don’t know what it is, but it’s as if I can just see it on his face; an air of confidence. ‘Isais would take two steps forward slightly moving his upper body and doing a subtle shake of his leg. He only did this as a way of gaging how much weight he has on him at the moment. Surely he isn’t moving light but his increase in strength must’ve adjusted him to the weight of his new weapons. Isais would chuckle a bit, “Here I was thinking that a whole army of people would come out of that hole of yours to come and fight me. Instead, it’s just one of you! Don’t tell me you’re all that remains.” Isais would only be teasing, but it was obvious that he cared very little about the offense that he might have caused.  Much like a Taijustu specialist, Isais would constantly make note of his surroundings, checking for any sudden changes.  But though his focus would shift slightly, he would always come back to Storm.  
Isais noted the open space between him and Storm. He also noted that he is approximately 20 meters from the bushes, and that there are no obscurity for about 80 meters in diameter. Meaning that there an open circular space, with things such as rocks, and ashes.  Isais would bring his right hand slowly to his hairline, scratching his blue hair. As he speaks he will then pass his right hand through his large body of blue hair to pull out two small strings that held his hair together. “Being as you wasted no time to come out here, means that you remember who I am. I’m the guy who is responsible for the deaths of your teammates.  For that, I am not sorry”. His hair would fall down, revealing how large and untamed it really is (Much like in the default). “Nonetheless don’t get me misunderstood. I didn’t come all this way to insult you; I came to bring clarity”.  Isais could hear a chuckle, ‘You think he’s actually listening?’ Ei would say. ‘No, not at all. He should be though, because it’s important,’ Isais would reply. Ei would rebuttal, ‘Yea but it’s boring though…’ Isais would ignore and then continue, “A few centuries back, this village was known as Kazangakure.  The village hidden in the volcanoes. The population of this village was large so this village was considered a major village, much like the ones we have now, such as my very own Hyougagakure.” Ei interjects, ‘Do you really think he’s alone? His allies must be lurking, keep your guard up.’ ‘Always, besides even if Kazu doesn’t show up they are terribly outnumbered, but they don’t know that.’ Isais continues on with Storm as if he never paused, “The ruble before us is a result of an unprovoked war started by the first Umikage. The man which you goons tried to resurrect. He goes by the alias the green flash, Dominick Edrick. History’s most powerful kage, and with good reason. Can you imagine the amount of power one would have to possess to reduce an entire village to this, in just one jutsu? It was at that point in history that Nadaregakure, the village hidden in the mountain had lost their closest friends.  This lead to histories longest war between Shippugakure and Nadaregakure, my home village.  Years after the battle ended, Nadaregakure was destroyed during the absence of their hero, Aeneas Soriano; my great uncle.  Interesting fact behind it was that Nadaregakure was never destroyed by Dominick Edrick, rather by Aeneas’ childhood friend, my predecessor, Tenzou Shichiyou.  So what’s the point of this history lesson?  
Elias thought that the story build up was pretty interesting given that these guys are about to through down. Apparently Aeneas mustve been a crazy powerful warrior  back in the day to stand up to the likes of the green flash dominic edrick. But turns out the worst punch was definitely the one he couldn’t see. Since it was his childhood friend who took him out. This made Eli stop for a minute and wonder if he had any childhood friends that might take him out one day. That would totally suck for him if one day without even knowing it Kotone just takes him out. Or even worst, old man Jinnouchi takes him out. That wouldn’t be great at all, maybe for once he’d have to come up with some contingency plans.  There’s a lot that can be learned from stories even though they maybe fictional.  One things for sure by reading these stories his imagination is growing . With a growing imagination comes greater possibilities of new techniques. New ways of doing things and new forms of combat. Now Eli had to put his book down for a little while and actually take a shower.  

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After his shower , Eli made his way to the kitchen where he would help himself to some food that his mom made. After finishing about three plates of food he’d lock himself in his room then continue the readings.  

Opening Old Wounds (pt.2)

In life we have our heroes, our villains, and our greater villains.  The strong rule the world for a time, but only those who survive get to write the history.  In my life, I’ve already lost more than I can afford. I will not let what happened to this village, and the village of Nadaregakure happen to the only thing I have left. When the next chapter of history is written, it will be by “The Good Mother”, “The Heart of Sonya”, Hyougagakure! So, I’ve taken it upon myself to kill off every threat that this world possess against Hyougagakure, even your Ouraboros “. Isais would remain silent for a bit, allowing it all to sink in for Storm. ‘Are you ready?’ Ei would ask. ‘Let the fun begin’ Isais would reply.  Isais continues his closing statement with Storm, “I came here today to bring clarity on the fact that I consider you guys as villainous scum, but even so, you’re not the greater villain. That creature from a year ago, is still out there.” Isais would lift his Abbadon slightly revealing it to Storm, not sure if he would know what it is or what it does exactly. He figured that with the sharingan, Storm would be able to detect the darkness that the gauntlet possesses. “Trust me, I know. I can feel the dark part of its existence”. Isais would take one last look around and put his hands over his ninja belt and into his pocket. “I wanted to extend a temporary alliance with you and your people. I had figured that by now you’d have conquered a village and have many people under your control. I thought the more eyes we have and the more fire power, the better it will be to find and take down the Hachibi no Naga. But regrettable you on your own seem pretty useless. So if that’s the case I can’t use you, so I might as well… Destroy you!” At that moment Isais pulls out a rainbow kunai from his left pocket and throws it towards the head of Storm who stands before him. The light of the sun would hit the kunai on its way, making it take its effect.  
Isais believing that this person isn’t really bold enough to approach him alone, would follow up his attack by pulling out his Machete, holding it in his right hand and run towards his left.  He would then make a hand gesture with his left hand, pulling water from the thin air to create a Kage gown of water.  He would keep his guard up looking for signs of an ambush. He tries to close in on Storm (who is a clone, I know that), and he would come in from the clone’s left side with his machete, attempting to cut clean threw him thinking it’s the real thing.
Isais. Lee knew the voice of the current leader of the land hidden in the glacier. It would cause his body to tense, not out of fear but because he was so close to his target. It was a goal of his to take down the kage in order to advance himself in terms of his own plots and here he was, on home turf. Though he now had to rush together some sort of plan and while he was usually fairly well at doing so, everything was happening so fast and he was still listening to what was being said.
He first spoke of how few of them were left and what he thought was going to happen. He continued to insult the Ouraboros and claim to be the single-handedly man to put them to the stake. While Lee wasn't as close with the other members of the Ouraboros, he still needed what power they had and now that was dashed. What seemed to push Lee ever so closer to the edge was that Isais claimed that he was to be the great good in the world and abolish all evil from it or at least, that which could threaten Hyouga.
Lee would let his eyes open as he would release the jutsu he was currently using to find his targets. Isais seemed more confident in his words than ever and it pissed Lee off. He needed to be the greater evil, the evil to overshadow all others and Isais was in direct conflict with this. He knew that he should think more or wait for Storm to counter but it was something he wasn't quite ready for. Lee would lunge over his hiding spot and as his feet were to touch the ground, there was a surge of water that would fire him forward at Isais' back.
While he wasn't right upon him, Isais would still have to confront him and with his water cloak activated, Lee knew that his options were limited as he would take hold of Ketsuekigasu in both his hands in front of him and protect himself from any ranged weapons and once within the massive sword's striking range, he would aim to bring it down upon Isais' head and cleave him in half. While it was straight forward, he would begin swelling the chakra within himself for a follow up but could not give way to letting everything loose just yet.

While reading he couldn’t help but feel as if the character, Isais wasn’t much of a planner. Sure while reading his internal conversations one could beg to differ, but he still had that devil may care attitude. Walking into an notorious enemy base and not even bringing back up. Not using any element of surprise, just going in there and talking up the top of your lungs, then trying to pin point weakenesses was just not the ideal example of a true strategist.  

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Today wasn’t such a good day for Eli. He had an argument with a girl he thought liked him. But her body language and the way she was coming at him showed otherwise. That really sucked and Eli just figured that she wasn’t going to turn out to be the type of person that he had fantasized her to be. Although he knows he cant dwell on this forever, it still got him very bummed out. Elias decided to read his book to help get his mind off of things.

It’s An Ambush:

While Isais went in for the kill, he found it strange that Storm was not moving. It was as if his opponent was calling him on his bluff. Once he got within range of cutting right through the opponent, his ears would pick up rumbling sounds of water against the dry broken ground. The rumbling sound was rushing towards him at great speed. Due to Lee’s positioning (coming up from behind), Isais could not see him nor determine how much time he had left for an appropriate reaction. In this particular situation, Isais’ hand to hand experience would come into play. He would first follow through with his initial intent. To his surprise, Storm did not react in time and as a result to that Isais’ blade was able to cut, storm. But unfortunately it was a clone, so without providing much resistance the clone would poof into thin air. Isais would then use the momentum of the strike, and his foot work to turn his body around 180 degrees from his attack position. This would force, Isais’ body to turn and face the back, dragging against the dry ground in a crouching position. Lee had a lot of ground in which he had to cover before getting within range of Isais. Being that Isais was 80 meters away from obscurity (mentioned in my second post), meaning that any tree, or rock like coverage would’ve been about 240ft away. But, Lee being a high ranked shinobi had used his suiton technique to help cover enough ground fast enough. As Lee closed in on him, he would reach into his ninja gear with his left hand and pull out an orange ball. This ball was very small and as Lee lifted his sword for his strike, Isais would toss the small ball towards Lee’s solar plexus. Because of how lee would have to lift such a sword to do his strike it would leave that spot open for a moment. As Isais would release this ball he would push off his right leg and side roll towards his left. Wither the orange ball connected or not, it would explode a second after release, causing everywhere within 10ft to be covered in pitch black smoke. The timing was mainly so that Lee would not notice, Isais’ shift towards his left side. Normally a committed strike like that would cause the giant sword to cut into the ground where Isais once stood. If this were to be the case it would trap Lee’s sword for at least a moment, catching him within the black of the smoke.
Isais couldn’t see, but he would just keep his machete on guard as he slowly backs up from the smoke to a safe distance from where he had last saw Lee. Lee normally wouldn’t be able to see within the smoke, but seeing isn’t really as much of an issue for Lee, but being as his index fingers are not on the ground at the time(because he was wielding his sword with both hands), he would be just as blind as any regular shinobi if caught. It wouldn’t take long for the smoke to clear up. Isais would stand there looking for signs of Lee. “Finally a fighter! But do you really want to take us on?” Isais mentions multiple people knowing that may throw his opponent/ opponents off. His ocean gown would now release all the dirt and other components which it had gathered up and replenish itself.
Speeding through the branches just outside the village, Isais escapes the kanetsukage. It didnt take long for him to find a safe hiding spot to catch his breath. All he could think about are the words that he shared. Such harsh and aggressive words could land him in a lot of trouble if he were to get caught in this country. The only logical solution would be to flee and get as far away as possible, but it wasnt that simple. He still had a bunch of unfinished bussiness to attend to before leaving. He needed to know the whereabouts of the sanbi, and he would need to find a way to capture it. Acquiring the power of the sanbi is essential to his plan to defeat the nine tailed creature. Alas, Isais now has nothing to show for his long and dangerous trip. He mustn't leave, atleast not yet. Isais reaches deep into his pockets to pull out a handful of coins. It seems as if he is running short on money, but amongst the few coins are two golden ones with dragon faces. If Isais is to proceed he would need a disguse to move about without any trouble. Something believable that would not be easily detected by the locals who have lived here the whole lives. With a flick of a coin, Isais takes on the form of an elderly man. This man stood humble at about 5ft 4inches tall with white hair hanging from the sides of his head. The top of his head is completely bald and his skin, wrinkled with age. Once the transformation was completed, he wandered around the village looking for someone knowledgable to speak with. Maybe then he would be capable of devising an exceptional plan.

Eli would stop right there and put his book down, feeling too distracted to continue reading. So he’d just lay there for a while and replay what went on in his head. Atleast there’s plenty of other girls at school.

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Eli had a rough day. Training with the team didn’t really go as planned, it felt like everything they tried to do as far as combinations go was a bust. So after a days work he’d make his way back home then unwind once he got there. He’d shower up per usual and then pull out his book.

Once Upon A Storm:

One Year and Five Months Ago….
        Glacierian Reporter:  On March Second, The world and the landscape of Boufuugakure had been changed forever.  Two S rank criminals that go by Ouraborous had been spotted the day before in the land of storm. The two cloaked figures were said to have attacked the kage house directly and have assaulted many civilians on the way. Further casualties would have ensued if not for the heroic efforts of Boufuugakure’s Kanetsukage, Cornelia Mogami.  Though her efforts were valiant and have left one of the two criminals severely wounded; we regret to inform you that Cornelia had suffered fatal injury and she has been presumed dead, at 4pm that Friday.  As you can see we are in Boufuugakure, with Boufuu Officials and members of the Machine, including our very own Fubukikage, Xavier Deventris, and our Emperor, Isais Neomae to mourn the death of the Kanetsukage and see her off to the Norse Gods of their country. * Bottles are being thrown as the reporter speaks* This is a very sensitive time for the people of Boufuugakure as shinobi from the hidden village are gathered up to prevent rioters. *screams are heard*, “Where were you?!”.. “You could’ve helped her!” … “You could’ve help us?!” * A explosion is heard as well as battle cries* * Sounds of string being shot out* We are falling back now as the rioters have broken through the fourth wall. Chaos ensues the ceremony continues. * As they light her on fire to send her off, civilian screams and smoke fill the air*

Now....
“I can still see her burn”.  
Isais’ thoughts further torment him in his flight through the thunder storms, heavy rain, and dark clouds. Regret and hardship was what Isais’ morning had consisted of. His journey began from Kazangakure, to the neighboring land of storm. “Has it really been more than a year?” Isais wondered. Isais had dreaded coming back to this place for a long time, since the day of Cornelia’s ceremony.  Despite that, the pain wasn’t suffered by Isais alone, but with Ei as well. Cornelia was the host of the three tailed beast, Sasori, Ei’s younger brother.  Rumor has it that the Sanbi has been captured by Ouraboros and is nowhere to be found.  So Isais’ agenda today is to revisit the place in which they had said their goodbyes and see if he could possibly find clues that can give him a head start as to where the sanbi could be.  Isais would transform from Ei back to himself as he approached the top of the village. He knew that entering a village in such a manner was always asking for trouble. Even so he had just casted a large shadow as Ei, so some attention may have been drawn for a moment. Isais lately doesn’t seem to care about being very sneaky at all. He would come down from the sky and land softly onto a house. He would then make his way down and begin to walk on foot, dressed in all black and geared up with his hair tied back.  
Isais’ thoughts further torment him in his flight through the thunder storms, heavy rain, and dark clouds. Regret and hardship was what Isais’ morning had consisted of. His journey began from Kazangakure, to the neighboring land of storm. “Has it really been more than a year?” Isais wondered. Isais had dreaded coming back to this place for a long time, since the day of Cornelia’s ceremony.  Despite that, the pain wasn’t suffered by Isais alone, but with Ei as well. Cornelia was the host of the three tailed beast, Sasori, Ei’s younger brother.  Rumor has it that the Sanbi has been captured by Ouraboros and is nowhere to be found.  So Isais’ agenda today is to revisit the place in which they had said their goodbyes and see if he could possibly find clues that can give him a head start as to where the sanbi could be.  Isais would transform from Ei back to himself as he approached the top of the village. He knew that entering a village in such a manner was always asking for trouble. Even so he had just casted a large shadow as Ei, so some attention may have been drawn for a moment. Isais lately doesn’t seem to care about being very sneaky at all. He would come down from the sky and land softly onto a house. He would then make his way down and begin to walk on foot, dressed in all black and geared up with his hair tied back.  
The village hidden in the storm gave rise to many voices in the torrenting atmosphere. Some happy and cheerful, while others proved somber and more reserved. It was as if the climate had no effect on its people. All through the village, thunder rolled and lightning cracked amidst the heavy pounding of the rain against the cold earth. More like Odin flexing his omnipotence, the sky was a dashing sea of crackling light. Down below, like the steady marching of foot soldiers on a battlefield, feet shuffled throughout the narrow streets as the bustling citizens all made attempt to complete any last-minute shopping or other late-night activities before returning home while the storm brewed. Slowly but surely the long expanse of lines scattered throughout the roadways, narrow or not, began to dissipate. While in large-scale contrast, it seemed that the swift dancing in the sky had only picked up as the beat of its drum did in return.

Eli would put his book down for a moment, because he heard his mom call his name. He’d place a bookmark and head out for now.  

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Eli would return back from the store with a few goodies that his mom got him. He’d pull out his book and a seat at the table to continue reading while his mom fixes dinner.  

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On a sidewalk distant from the gates was a man dressed in a somewhat-classy, semiformal attire. The man was dressed in a white button-up shirt, red pants, and a black cloak covering himself. Most of his gear was tucked away in various parts within his clothing although others were far more noticeable. To his left hip was his normal katana and strapped to his back, also concealed under the fabric of the large billowing cloak, was his most prized of weaponry. The legendary Purgatory. The corner the Kanetsukage stood on happened to be that which stood in front of Boufuugakure's vast Hall of the Slain or "Valhalla" as the indigenous belief system coined. Syn had previously gone there to drop off flowers to his fallen lover every month as well as use its many spacious arenas for training, but this time he had come for something different. He had a goal in mind that absolutely could not be deterred if he had anything to say about it. Just before the Kanetsukage had passed through the front doors of the expansive hall, a decently-sized wind current had picked up, tuffling his short hair and causing the bottom half of his cloak to billow once more.
As he entered, his eyes fell around the all-too-familiar scenery. The hall was carefully crafted and beauteous as well as foreboding in its finely-tuned architecture. Presiding all around Syn was a large expanse of five hundred and forty doors. The rafters were spears; the hall roofed with shields whilst breast-plates littered the benches. To Syn's 12 was a wolf statue, ornate in its making, guarding the entrance as an eagle carved into the wall hovered just a bit above. To anyone watching, it would give the feeling of an organized and all out offensive to any who would dare defile their home, through both a ground as well as aerial attack. This grand structure was indeed divine.
Passing along the eastern corridors as if following an unseen arrow suggested an air of familiarty on Syn's part. It was a place he had been many times after all. As Syn's usual walk detracted it briskness, he opened a door to the grave of the once-famous kage. He had debated what he would say when he finally arrived and it seemed he had definitely figured it out. He paused. Simply looking at the delicate marker he took a breath before opening his mouth to speak.
"Cornelia Mogami, former kage and jinchūriki. You watched over this village as best you could and what you did you did well. However you are gone now and things have changed. A lot of time has passed by and I feel more powerful than ever. I'm sure there are others as well and I speculate at one point some may come bearing hostility. However, I will tell you this. Any who show themselves as a perceived threat will fall and their head will roll."
He spoke with an air of finality in his tone before briefly pausing and then turning to exit the door once again. He closed the door with a muted but firm thud and then began to walk back towards where he had just came. Pausing for a moment, Syn pulled a joint from the inside of his cloak, he put his to his mouth and then, pulling a lighter from that same pocket, sparked it and took a long drag. Pocketing the small object, he then exhaled through his nose and began his walk again, letting his muscles relax as his senses sharpened.
As he walked towards his destination he would begin to notice the behavior of the people. This was something he always found very interesting when it came to villages. Although people are always more or less the same, one thing that always stands out are there work ethics. In Hyougagakure, the civilians walk a bit heavy, and move a bit slower than the people in Tsukigakure. In Tsukigakure people are very fast pace and always seem in a hurry, but here in Boufuugakure, everyone seem uniformed. They all move as if they’ve become part of a large ongoing routine. Though this trait was always true about them, even during Cornelia’s time, but now it seems more apparent. It’s almost as if they were all under heavy military supervision. No one even took the time out to acknowledge one another, as if they were all objective orientated. They just got what they needed and went straight on home. This made getting around to be much easier for Isais. No one asked questions, so no one got hurt. Isais would get far into his walk, and enter the graveyards of Valhala. As he walked forward he would notice a familiar face as it would take a hit of a small lit object then hide the rest of it within his coat. ‘This guy, isn’t he?’ Isais thought would get interrupted by Ei, ‘Be careful, He is the same man from that day, who lead Boufuugakure’s rebellion on the battlefield. He seems much stronger than before.’ Isais would continue, ‘Whatever that beast did really made things worse for me. They were nowhere near my league back then and now, most of them can go toe to toe with me. How annoying!’ Ei would come up with a solution, ‘We are getting close to Cornelia’s departure sight, why don’t we just avoid this one, use some of that, Neomae charm.’ Isais would agree and move in closer. As Isais got closer, about 30ft he would stop, noticing that Syn isn’t moving aside, and that they are in a crash course of each other. The energy given to syn by the beast caused abbadon to pulse. Ei would make clear, ‘Remember the Neomae charm.’ Isais would speak out to Syn who is 25ft away, “Move over, you dumbass!” He would then follow up that statement by throwing a regular kunai towards syn’s chest.  

Eli would decide to put his book down now that his mom just finished making food. It was his favorites.
 
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The day started early for Eli. He’d wake up feeling well rested but still a bit lazy. He really wanted to finish where he left off the other day, and so he’d grab his book and continue.

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Throughout the village, more and more people began to shuffle past as they all took their familiar routes home. Outside the entrance, the Kanetsukage stood taking another drag of his joint before another barrage of wind tuffled his hair a bit. Syn's senses were as clear as his ever-steady mind as he mulled over the beginning works to a journey he would soon embark upon. Through the dissipating crowds however, he could make out a figure sifting through the large heads of people towards his direction. It was only through the corner of his eye that he saw, so thinking nothing of it Syn stood firmly put watching the scenery before him unfold. His thoughts dawned a swarming visage of nostalgia and reflection as he enjoyed the view of his beautiful country. His thoughts however, were quickly interreupted when a voice sounded out in the distance a mere 25ft from his location. It was that man.  
“Move over, you dumbass!” he called before following up that statement by throwing a regular kunai towards Syn’s chest.
The Kanetsukage, joint still in mouth, snapped his head to the side before pivoting off of his left foot and allowing the kunai to flit passed his chest and into the hard wall behind him. It stuck with a dull *thud* before glancing off and hitting the ground with a resounding *clang*. The man began to speak again.
“I’m pretty sure you haven’t forgotten who I am already. It seems like everyone from that day has some recollection of that day, as well as memory of the past year that we gained. If that is the case for you then let me be clear. I know you’re the Kanetsukage, and I do not approve of a scavenger like you! Because of you and every other scum bag that butted into my battle, the beast is still out there and it’s only a matter of time until it gets bored of us, and turn all the hidden villages into ruble. I hope you enjoyed the power that you’ve weaseled your way into because today it’s over!”
While listening to the figure speak, Syn's eyes were steadily focused. This was when the man's appearance came into to place. Clad in all black, he had an unnatural tuft of somewhat-dark blue hair. Immediately afterwords, the darkly-garbed figure made motions towards handseals before he exclaimed, "Stone Soldiers!"
Rising from the very ground the two men squared off upon, 5 samurai-like stone statues erupted. They were all monstrous in form, standing at a height of eight feet coupled with a weight of 300 pounds. The first two immediately set upon the Kanetsukage. The first one closed the distance and then two his left, attacked through the use of a hard strike towards his mid section while the other flanked his right and attempted to cleave him in two from the top of his head. Syn smirked.  
Within the blink of an eye he had dropped his stance. Closing his right hand around Purgatory's handle, Syn yanked the blade from its sheath and then through the use of a footwork born of a closely-perfected battle sense, Syn spun forward in a cyclonic dash. Before the slowly-moving soldiers could close enough distance with their respective attacks, Syn's blade whipped around, cleaving off the right leg of the soldier to his right and the left of the other within the first revolution. The second revolution came after he heightened his stance to about midway, back to back with the soldiers, and then cleaved through both midsections while pivoting along his left foot again only to stop directly facing his attacker a now 20 ft away. The soldiers fell to the ground with a large crash.
Syn removed the joint from his mouth as the quick motion had caused its ember to flit out. Speaking firmly to the man in front of him, the Kanetsukage said,"While it is true I remember your face from that night, I in fact have no recollection of the year we lost and are as confused as you. However, I will not tolerate your insulting tongue, I came looking for a mysterious force and left attempting to defend against it. Tell me why you are really here so that I may lay a judgement of my own in return." With these words, Syn's muscled tensed and then relaxed as he used all of his senses to intercept any sudden movements all the while he kept his eyes locked onto the mysterious figure and his three guardians.
The morning sun glinted through as a cool breeze pulled on the ever present storm clouds above. Yawning Shinro stepped from his home, smiling as the commons of the village hustled and bustled about their day. However today was not a normal day for the young ninja. Today was the anniversary of his parents death. On this day four years ago his parents and older brother had been slaughtered by rouge nin for reasons still unknown to him. However this did not bring the smile from his face. He had learned over these few years that the past was to be learned from, not dwelt on. And so he walked on, the tombs of Valhalla his destination. At his leisurely pace he was able to watch the citizens as they flitted about. Children played in the streets, kicking balls or running joyous in their innocence. Man and women alike walking and running, going about their days to earn money or keep track of their young ones. Another smile cracked Shinro's lips, his memories falling back on the days he and his brother would play in the yard under the caring and watchful eye of their mother.  

Time flew and Eli was going to be late for his team meeting.So he’d tuck his book under his pillow and storm out forgetting to get properly dressed.  

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No Solo Training for 4 Days.

Eli finished his chores earlier today. He cleaned his room and even helped out with little chores around the house. It didn’t take long for his parents to go out and leave him home alone. So with the free time he had to himself, he’d crap open his book and continue his reading.

It didn't take long for the boy to reach the gates of Valhalla, stretching far above him, protectors of those fallen. He stopped for a moment to give a mental thanks to those steadfast walls. 'My family lies safe here thanks to you' with a swift bow he was again on his track to the tombs. The atmosphere had changed. Unlike the living district, this place had an air of uniformity to it. People moved at a quickened pace, keeping to themselves as their business took the to and fro. This way of being always upset him. To him it felt as thou life itself had become a job and no one was willing to enjoy their journey to death. He knew this wasn't the case but it was still how he felt. At least until a shout broke through the mutterings and commotion of work.
"Move over, you dumbass!" This shout brought his attention ahead of him. His eyes found the source of the shout just as a shiny glint flew from the vocalists hand, the target stopping Shinro in his steps from surprise. The target was someone he had once encountered in an odd way. Vaguely his mind flashed back to a bar then foreword to the training grounds, his eyes seeking the man's back as the memories stirred under the surface. With a spin the target whirled his cloak billowing with the motion and the kuni hit the wall falling to the ground. But it was not the kuni that the boys eyes fell upon. As the man had dodged the weapon on his back became visible for just a moment. In that moment the sword seemed to leave an echo of an image. This was why Shinro had remembered the man. This weapon had etched itself in his memories. This weapon also told of the owners name and title. The Kanetsukage, Synyster Kenshou.
Again the attacker spoke, pulling him from his blade induced hypnosis. Tho he didn't pay much attention to the words. Instead he focused on the strangers movements. Even as the novice he was, Shinro could still make out the movements that lead to hand signs, these very movements having been drilled into him in the academy. Without warning five large masses rose from the ground forming into humanistic shapes. Three of these stone soldiers moved to defend their master, while the other two moved to attack the Kage. Instinct drew Shinro's own hands to form hand signs. However before he could finish the Kanetsukage drew his sword from its sheath and quickly dispatched his attackers. He spoke to the man in a stern voice, Shinro too shocked to fully hear them. Those movements had been fast. Too fast for the boy to track. The stone masses and the Kage's return actions had caused most people to to flee from the area leaving Shinro and the two men alone on the street. He stood about 20ft from the Kage making it about 40ft from the unknown party.

Evening The Score.

Isais stood watching the reaction of the new kanetsukage. He was impressed by the speed and prowess of this kage. His overall skill was much more impressive than Cornelia’s and the way he would wield that katana gave his main skill away. Isais would wonder, why that katana was wrapped up on his back. It didn’t look all that special to him. But with that sword he was able to cut down these hard bodied solders. Isais found himself feeling lucky that he didn’t go with what he would usually do, which is hide himself within one of those incoming soldiers, because otherwise he would have been sliced up into pieces. Isais stood there listening to Synyster’s words and then would think to himself, ‘It’s been a long while since I’ve fought a Kenjutsu user of this caliber. ‘Ei, would interrupt the thought process, ‘I think we should try and bring peace, we still represent Hyougagakure as far as they know, and any crazy decisions will affect the neutrality between the two countries.’ Isais would rest his hands inside the pockets of his ninja tools kit as he communicates with Ei, ‘He said he will place his judgement on me, well let us see how great his wrath is’, Isais would state as he answers Synyster’s question about his reason for being here. “I’m here to even the score!” Isais would exclaim as he would pull his hands out of his pockets and rub the back of the right soldier(4) and left soldier(5), attaching something to them. He would then slip an orange ball in the hand of the third stone soldier and then the three of them would charge off towards synyster again. Isais would then place his hands over his necklace and activate its ability, pulling out five black wooden crosses. The soldier would get within range .Once they’re in range, they would attempt different types of moves. While they were in motion Isais would throw three of these black crosses, one was supposed to land three feet in front of Synyster and two were meant to land three feet to the left and right of Synyster.

Eli realized he was running late for training so he had to put his book down. As usual he’d put a bookmark that he could return to later in the day. He’d almost make it out the door before turning back for the book. He figured that on his downtime he could probably keep reading. Besides Kotone, Jin is usually late most of the time. It’s a strange thing but he really is usually the last person to arrive. Then there’s sensei clio which he is convinced that she just hides until everyone shows up and then pretends to be casually late.

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Eli started his day with a warm shower and breakfast. Today was his day off from the normal training sessions and so he decided to continue off reading his book

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Once the crosses were in place, Isais would cover his eyes and ears and activate the fake paper bombs on the backs of stone soldier four and five. Stone soldier four at the time is going for a double leg take down which entails bending his back knee and taking off with his lead leg to dash his body forward towards synyster’s legs in order to lift him off the ground, while Stone soldier number 5 would leap off the ground attempting to grab Synyster;s head who would be on the fourth stone soldier’s shoulders, if the fourth soldier’s attempt was successful. While in midair if the stone soldier can successfully grab synyster’s head he would flip forward while the fourth would send his momentum and body the same direction (in order to not snap synyster’s neck) and land a running spine buster. The combination would result in the fourth doing a running spine buster while the fifth does a spinning neck breaker, if all attempts where successful. Although dodging or reversing is possible the chances of dodging the combinations would lessen due to the effects of the fake paper bombs, which would blind and disorient synyster, the moment the soldiers would get 9 ft and 20 meters from him.
If Synyster choses to stand his ground the effects of the black crosses would come into play and cause him and the stone soldiers to dead drop 30 ft two seconds after the crosses had hit there mark. That would be enough time for soldier four to lift synyster off the ground delaying the effects of the crosses, if successful. But once Synysters body would hit the ground the effects would take place causing the two stone soldiers and synyster to go right through the thin layer of soil that would provide no resistance, making the impact as if the running spine buster and the spinning neck breaker was done from 30ft in the air.
If this entire motion succeeds Synyster would find himself in a lot of pain having a 300 pound stone soldier slamming him and shattering on top of his chest from 30 ft, while the back of his head slamming against the body of a stone soldier from 30 ft in the air with enough force to shatter its stone body. But for a final touch, stone solider number three would then go for a five star frog splash from the top of the pit down 30 ft attempting to land on synyster’s chest and breaking. Wither the landing was successful or not the orange ball would activate and the pit would be covered in pitch black smoke, making it hard to see the exit of the pit. This is in order to keep synyster from exiting the pit, if he were to ever be in there.
Finally, Isais would make a hand gesture and out of thin air, five serpentine heads would rise from the ground surrounding him. “Liquid Hydra!” Isais did not notice that a genin had wondered into the field, but he would keep caution, not knowing what Synyster may have done to avoid this, or what he has in stored for him.
After speaking to the blue-haired figure the Kanetsukage noticed that out of the small corner of his eye, he could just hardly make out the shape of someone standing a good 20 ft from his location. Instead of turning to fully check however, he simply noted it and awaited a response from the man.
If the figure in the distance was an enemy he would've attacked by now, so for now I'll keep my main focus here, he thought.
Syn held the man's gaze all the while formulating a string of different strategies and scenarios until his thoughts were broken by the man's voice in an answer to his demand. The Kanetsukage noted the Hyougagakure ninja's hands concealed within the confines of his attire.
"I’m here to even the score!", the still unidentified figure pronounced loudly.
Once those words were uttered, Syn's focus shifted towards a more battle state of mind as he knew the obviously delusional man was not to be dissuaded. Upon that shift, the Kanetsukage's eyes flitted back and forth between each one of his would-be attackers; quickly yet meticulously scanning each one. His eyes had changed from their normal brown hue to that of a deep green, announcing the activation of his doujutsu's Telescopic setting. His range of vision thus surpassed the normal scope as he could see well ahead 250 ft of himself, giving him an even keener eye in order to discover just what his attacker could be plotting in turn.
Syn could see the Hyougagakure ninja pull his hands out from his clothing with something unrecognizable just barely visible inside of them. He then made gestures as if he was putting whatever he had taken out of his pockets behind the golems both to his left and right. Whatever the darkly-garbed figured had ended up giving the one directly to his twelve was indiscernible due to the Kanetsukage's position. Upon grasping the final object from the mysterious man, the golems began their full frontal assault. Syn, no less aware of the potential harm any unknown variable could possess, then activated the simultaneous release of both his Telescopic and Microscopic doujutsu settings.

He’d stop here and place his book down to get properly dressed for a lunch meeting. The team was supposed to meet up later for some lunch. So he wanted to look as fly as heck, so that Kotone wont make fun of him or anyone from the streets wont clown him if they catch him around. After getting geared up he’d fix his hair a bit and then walk out. He’d lock the door behind thim then sprint off so he wont be any later than he has already.

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Elias just got word of a massive discovery by the ASN. A floating location which he and his team are schedule to take a look at tomorrow. So he did what he had to in order to get ready. But now he wanted to catch up with as much reading as he could.

The Battle..

The tell-tale signs of the activation were when the green hue of his left eye would then turn blood red whilst red markings climbed from the Kanetsukage's left eye, down his cheek, and then across the bridge of his nose. Syn was thus able to see on a whole other plain. So in tune was his clan's vision that he could make out the microscopic particles in the air and all around. People were easier to make out as well as the life forms with beating hearts were indentified in all red and those without were all white.
The moment the golems were on the move, so was Syn. With his blade tightly in hand, Syn was extremely agile on his feet while his clan techniques gave him an extreme boost in optical awareness that would come in handy in a large variety of situations. Behind the slowly-moving soldiers, Syn could see what looked as if the mysterious shinobi had multiplied his beaded necklace five-fold. The man then through 3 of the 5 duplicate necklaces in a three-pronged formation around the Kanetsukage; a formation he knew full well was the calling card of more than enough annoying barriers. Still in motion, Syn let go of the handle of his blade, grabbing it by its 3-foot chain before it could hit the ground and hinder his forward momentum, he then quickly sliced through each of the 3 projectiles before they could stake themselves in the ground through the use of one carefully-timed strike. The quickly-moving vibrations of his prized blade however made it look as if multiple strikes were made instead of the one as an assortment of afterimages quickly followed. He then immediately regrasped his prized blade's handle just as he looked up to see the mysterious figure attempting to cover both his eyes and ears.
Eyes widening for a second, Syn knew the only smart option was to do the same and as he continued his dash, his hands shot up to cover both of his ears. The Kanetsukage could make out an assortment of bright lights going off behind the two closest soldiers just before he pivoted off of his lead foot, turning his back towards his still-distanced attackers. Approximately one second passed before a bright light erupted as well a deafening sound from the two bombs strapped to the backs of the enormous rock creatures.
Smart man. They're closing in about 10 meters or so now, Syn thought to himself.
Pivoting quickly upon the fading of the light, the Kanetsukage jumped straight up. Knees tucked into his chest, Syn jumped directly over the crouched soldier heading for the double leg take down, keeping his eyes on the follow up attack. As the first stone soldier missed and fell to the ground, the second attempted to remain true to its original plan and attempted to grab Syn by the face. With a quick upwards strike the golem's outstretched arm went flying off. Again the vibrating of his blade caused the one strike to look like many as another variety of afterimages played themselves out. Syn then rested his foot on the soldier's head before back flipping off and slicing it off on the way down, sending another to the head of the other bulky stone soldier still on the ground floor.
The Kanetsukage's head snapped upwards as his eyes narrowed and he ripped his blade from the head of the fourth downed soldier just as the head and body of the other crashed separately next to him. The final golem to be destroyed bounded towards the kage and as it got close, Synyster kicked off of his lead foot with a brilliant burst of speed. His right hand gripped tightly around the handle, Syn wielded Purgatory with all the skill and grace of a master of his art. The vibrating blade produced a number of afterimages following the quick and clean strike directly through the soldier's midsection as its owner, the kage, straightened up; all of a sudden engulfed in a thick black smoke. The golem's fall made a large *crash* as its pieces hit the ground.
"This will never work on me, sorry to disappoint but I can see just fine," Syn taunted from the confines of the smoke.
His doujutsu gave him the edge he needed whenever it came to concealed fighting. Shortly afterwords, Syn could hear the man call out,"Liquid Hydra!" At his beckon, 5 immensely large serpentine creatures rose from the ground. About 15 meters tall and 5 meters wide, each one was of a massive stature in itself. The Kanetsukage could see perfectly outside the smoke as the particles played themselves across his optics. In a flurry of handseals, however, the kage had a counter already in mind. Disappearing beneath the ground, when the smoke would dissipate all that could be seen were the unmoving pieces of the downed golems. Syn, on the other hand, had other plans in mind as he concealed his movements underground.
Shinro balled his fists. He wanted to be of use to the kage, but the two combatants before him stood far above his league. He had sifted through every jutsu he knew and still could not figure how he could be of help. 'I have to do something! I'm a ninja of the hidden storm village and my kage is in trouble' Steeling his resolve, Shinro pushed all thought of weakness to the side. Now was the time to fight, and no time for worry.

Eli would have to put his book down a bit to get food downstairs and get himself situated in his room. He planned to lock into what he was reading to get as much as he possibly could get done today.

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He returned back to his room eager to finish what he had started. This would also help him keep his nerves in check . So he would sit there and get ready.

"Im here to even the score" The attacker didn't even take a breath before his hand flew from his pockets to the backs of his golems. Shinro didn't know what to make of this but he knew things where about to really get going. Without a word the golems began their assault. The stranger also began doing something Shinro couldn't quite make out. He had placed his hand on something around his neck and shortly after threw three black objects. This did not seem to dissuade the kage tho, for as soon as the golems began to move so did he. They rushed at one another the kage seemingly dropping his sword only for it to react on its own. It took a moment for the boy to realize that the sword had not been dropped, but the kage had let go of the handle to take hold of a chain. He then used this chain to swipe at the three black objects the stranger had thrown. Three swift strikes from what he could tell.  
Another peculiar thing happened then. Both the attacker and the kage covered their ears. This seemed odd to Shinro, but it didn't take long for his unasked question to be answered. The kage had pivoted around turning from his targets moments before a brilliant white light flashed from behind two of the three soldiers. Quickly Shinro brought his arms up in front of his face, turning his head from the source. Tho helping to keep from being blinded, it did nothing for the absurdly loud noise that emanated from the blast. The noise shook him causing a ringing in his ears slightly throwing of his balance.  
When he took his arms down he found that the kage had already dispatched two of the 3 stone men, his sword still buried in the head of one. Suddenly he darted foreword aiming a strike at the final stone solider, only to become shrouded in smoke. Shinro worried for a moment that something may have happened to the kagae. His worries faded when the kage spoke, his voice seemed amused to Shinro. "This will never work on me, sorry to disappoint but I can see just fine" Shinro felt his spirit rise with this. The kage was amazing in battle. Never faltering and always focused.  
'I guess its time for me to get involved' He thought to himself. Quickly He flashed through some hand signs and with a dull poof a clone appeared. Looking at the clone he smiled and the clone returned it. The clone flew through yet another set of hand signs and suddenly looked just like the kage. With a nod the clone rushed directly through the cloud. Shinro didn't want the possibility of the kage getting surprised by watching himself run past and attack. It only made sens to have the clone take that danger. Clone Shinro/kage pushed out of the other side of the smoke heading directly at the stranger only to find him surrounded by what looked like five water hydras. This surprise made him falter and in his distraction he came to a full stop a mere 2 feet from the monstrous barrier. Meanwhile the real Shinro had stood waiting for the results of his deceptive tactics.
Isais observed the kages movements in detail. He was truly impressed by the skill and battle prowess of the new kanetsukage. After watching him effortlessly dismantle the stone soldiers and a series of well thought out attacks; it was clear that within the year that has passed a lot has changed. The petty rebel leader that Isais wouldn’t have thought twice about, is now at a dangerous level.  Despite the threat Synyster poses, Isais found amusement in his skill. Isais watched him carefully and skillfully avoid everything that was thrown at him. It wasn’t long after that the black smoke would cover the area as Isais had intended.  It was then, Isais would find out that such screens won’t work on his opponent.  Apparently the opponent’s doujutsu can heighten his vision in a way to see through the screen. Isais didn’t try to take much time to ponder on it, he would raise his hydras making them stand tall and casting a huge shadow around Isais.  As the smoke cleared up Isais would notice the kage, running at him full speed.  Isais would stiffen his index and middle finger, then would slide his right leg back, pulling back his right arm with the stiffen fingers, keeping them close to the right of his chest. The dragging of his foot made the rubber bottoms of his right shoe become a bit muddy. He would have his left hand out in front of him in a knife hand position as if he was in his fighting stance. A layer of dark blue chakra could be seen coming off of Isais’ skin. In this state, Isais movements are much quicker.  A total increase of 1.5, would be more than enough to see Synyster’s swift and fluid attacks, but as the kage came within range of the Hydras, it seemed as if he just froze there staring at the massive creatures. Isais became very confused at that moment.  ‘Why’d he stop?’ Isais would ask as Ei responded, ‘Wait for it.’  
Isais would through one of his two remaining black crosses at the clone in front of him thinking that it was Synyster.  He just stood there waiting for something he had planned to take place so that he can utilize the hydras to their fullest capability, but for some reason nothing seems to be happening, yet.  Isais kept his fighting stance, remaining confident as if no one can get through his barrier of raging hydras.  Isais wondered if what he thought was Synyster would avoid the black crosses the same way. " If you plan to lose this battle, at least go out in style."
Synyster, underground as he was, could still make out the words spoken above with his keen hearing. He had already come up with a strategic offensive of his own and resheathing Purgatory onto his back, he was soon to set it into motion. Moments before the clone Kanetsukage began his run in order to deceive the foreign ninja, the real one underground began a quick stream of hand seals. That is when the man spoke once more.
"If you plan to lose this battle at least go out in style," the shinobi taunted.
At the same moment that the man had finished speaking, Syn had finished his hand seals. Suddenly following, the ground underneath the man would start to sink in, turning into a river of mud. If successful, this river would start under the Kanetsukage's opponent's feet and then spread outward an approximate 3 meters in every direction rendering him as the epicenter and leaving him stuck within the sticky substance. Immediately following the jutsu, Syn clapped his hands together; both of his palms reaching a degree of temperature so hot the electrons around the area began to ionize. Molding the shape with his chakra manipulation, the kage pulled his hands apart only to reveal a 6 ft in length blue, crackling, spear made of pure plasma. Burning hot, this weapon could pierce through iron like butter. The spear more resembled a trident as its three-pronged head crackled with intensity.
Upon materializing the object, the Kanetsukage took hold of the spear, still under the ground below. He then bent his knees as he crouched low, clutching the spear in his right hand with his left outstretched so as to signal a clear and straight path. His eyes narrowed for a split second before he kicked off of the ground with a tremendous burst of speed. Thrusting forward with the spear, Synyster easily sifted through the earth as he blasted upwards towards the Hyougagakure ninja. If the kage's earlier trap had worked, it would mean that the man, otherwise trapped in the sticky mud would have his mid section impaled. If the man had somehow been able to dodge, however, the kage would thus shoot up an approximate 10 ft in the air, scanning his surroundings, he would throw the spear with much strength towards the new position of his attacker. Synyster remained increasingly aware of the Hydra as he continued on with his strategy, plummeting from his airborne position back to the ground below still scanning for any signs of deceit.  
Shinro clone stood watching the man before him. A strange blue colored chakra seemed to hug the surface of his body. Without warning the man threw a cross, similar to the ones he had thrown at the kage. Without thinking the clone jumped to the side narrowly avoiding being canceled by the physical impact. This wasn't the plan. The plan had been for the clone to act as much like the kage as possible, however he knew he was in no way capable of mimicking those movements. Now he had chosen to simple keep the intruders attention on him as much as possible.  
Meanwhile the real shinro had moved from his position behind the now fading cloud of smoke. He was intent on the strange man not knowing of his presence until the time was right. With this in mind he had taken cover behind one of the statues in the area. Oddly enough this statue had been right next to where the strange man had initiated his attack on the kage. After having settled into a spot where he could continue to watch the arena Shinro's had a brilliant idea. Quickly he examined the battlefield looking for a place closer to his target to hide while he prepared. Unfortunately for him he saw nothing that would work for his means. Suddenly the ground under the intruder seemed to slicken into a sort of mud. What this meant shinro had no idea. Another thing he noted was that the kage was nowhere to be seen.
Isais had thrown one of his two  black crosses at the image of syn that stood before him and his massive hydras. As expected the figure would dodge the incoming projectile by moving  to the side. Although this was an effective maneuver; the clone does not compose of any substance  or mass. So when the cross missed the clone and hit the ground near it; the clone remained  standing.  This reveal took Isais a moment to realize that  if that was a real then that person would  have fell into a deep pit  due to the abilities of the black cross . When Isais caught on it was a bit too late , his eyes flew open and his attention was instantly  redirected towards the ground below him that would convert itself into a river of mud.  Due to the low fighting stance which had assumed prior, more of his body would get caught in the mud trap which would render him immobile. "Sh*t", was the only thought that could cross the mind of both Ei and Isais in this pressing moment.  At this time the real synyster is underground planning his follow up attack. Isais was left with only a few options to get out of this mess, but before he could  even review his options something remarkable would happen.  
Pure luck as some might call it, as the final black cross that Isais  held in his hand would activate and presume its affects. Within an instant a mass quantity  of earth and soil exceeding the range of the mud trap would be absorbed by the abilities  of the black cross ; the moment that it made contact with the ground. Before he knew  it Isais was now standing normally on thin layers of soil. His clothes were completely muddy now as his heart starts pounding and he struggles to collect his thoughts. Isais attempts to assest the situation. Meanwhile synyster had just completed his final technique . Synyster would then push off with great force attempting to pierce Isais’ midsection  with his offensive strike.  Isais was  still not completely sure whats going on but would catch a glimpse of the three prong lightning  spear 's tip right before bursting from the ground.  
The attack at hand brought forth an urgency to counter the best way possible.  Out of the ground within the perimeters  of Isais’s  safe zone the trident  of lightning came bursting out of the ground. With  Isais’s  increased speed and heightened analytical skills; he was able to come up with his best counter which involved a simple motion of dropping himself onto his back. The spear coming upward and aimed at his midsection would miss completely  and fly passed him  as his back hits flat on the thin layer of soil.  This would normally be a vulnerable  position  for him but to his favor attached to the trident was the kanetsukage  who would be up in the air assessing the environment. What the attacker did not account for is that he also walked right into Isais’s  trap.  Once he came in range with the attack he also entered the safe zone that Isais had made and rigged with the suiton shadow technique. As the kanetsukage  went into the air his entire upper body and then the rest of his lower body would be completely  engulfed in a thick coat of water as the technique  itself would entail.  The only way that this technique  at this point could've been avoided is if the attacker was never synyster to begin with. But since the attacker was the real one the attack would be a success. From his back Isais  would notice a large body of water holding an electrical trident  in the air. He would then convert his hydras into ice form causing everything in radius to freeze. A small spectacle would could be seen as synyster  and the body of water that consumes him would turn into a block of ice and freeze in mid air.
Unless the opponent had an undercover plan the following would happen and as Isais lays there on the ground ; his blue hair muddied up and scattered on the ground. He would look up and watch as the ice hydras would grab hold of the ice prison that synyster is in and lower it to the ground. The moment it made contact with the ground the thin layer of soil that they're on would give way. The ice prison would be continuously lowered by the hydras, while Isais free falls to the bottom. As he descends its as if time had stop and he had been taken back to the many memories that he shared with the women that were close to him.  
Flash Back...
The scene is sunset in Hyougagakure, young Isais of age nine could be seen along side a blue haired woman in her thirty's. The two are washing clothes using nothing but hot water, pots and powdered soap.  
Isais: Mom..is Detsuji going to be a shinobi like dad? * Isais would look at his mom and the worry that came upon her face*
Mom: Yes baby..
Isais: * becomes worried and gives a few moments before asking another question* Am i going to be a shinobi too?
Mom: *takes a pause in cleaning the clothes and looks at Isais* You scared?
Isais: *keeps his eyes down as gets into his thoughts* Today, I heard master Iris talking to Detsuji about a team of 20 shinobi that died after winning a mission. Master Iris said that only one shinobi killed them all and they were all bigger than Detsuji and i bet smarter too. How can we beat that? I ..I dont want Detsuji to die, or dad, or you, or me. My friend Jake said that he gets to be a shoe maker. It's not fair...im  
Mom: Scared? * she would chuckle with her eyes closed. she would ruffle up his hair and begin speaking* aww bubble gum. Its okay to be afraid. I'll tell you a secret, Detsuji is scared to, so is your dad, AND ME! Definitely me, i think im even more scared than all of you combined!
Isais: you are? but mom you're the strongest person i know! *Isais starts to chuckle at a memory* It's funny! Dad tries so hard but you beat him like every time.  
Mom: Yea but I'm....special..like you're special. Being a ninja runs deep in our blood, but even then your momma gets soo scared, but you know what bubble gum? Its okay to be scared, the trick is to not let it stop you from doing what you need to do. That's when fear becomes Courage. And a person thats strong enough to beat fear. I'd say thats the one thats really dangerous. Don't you agree?
Isais: *bursts up onto his feet spilling over the pot of hot water that rested on his lap. His mother would jump at the sudden outburst  and giggle at the determined look on isais face* I am Scared! *he would ball his fist* I am really scared!! But I will keep training, and I will keep fighting. I will....
As Isais comes through and slowly start to come back into reality, his voice in his day dream matures as images of the ones he lost runs through his heart.
                                    Overcome
Isais has a vision of  when he was younger. he was playing with his brother and  the toy Manta Ray that his brother gave him.
The scene would change into a funeral where the entire academy , his mom and dad, gathered together to pay respects to his brother, Detsuji.
The next scene the front door is open and his mother and father stand their geared up for battle. They look back at him and his mother mouths a few words
"It'll be ok, bubble gum"
The scene then changes to Isais living in a house alone with nothing but his toys.
This segways to his loved one sonya lays bleeding in his hands after an ambush by enemy ninja. To laughing with Cornelia and Xavier in a bar, To Cornelia's funeral, to Xavier bleeding helplessly on the battle field against the nine tailed creature.
All this racing through his mind until he finally had enough. Tucking his knees to his chest last minute to back flip into a low but smooth landing. The ice prison is lowered before him and his eyes are dead focused on his opponent. Isais walks slowly towards the ice prison.  Ei would speak out, "Isais don't, its no longer necessary the mission is lost. That clone wasn't conjured by him, someone else is here and with all the noise we've attracted alot of attention. We need to get out of here before we are captured or worst, we have a full scale battle". Isais would ignore and bring his right hand up to synyster's head level. "I could do it you know. If i did , what would it change? I dont regret the things I've said but maybe i would've done the same. Maybe I already have. If i kill you i dont have to worry about you doing anything stupid to take a life, but after seeing what you can do today and how i lucked out by having the right things at the right time it taught me something. Everything I've done up to this point has been out of fear. Ive been angry and afraid my whole life. Are you lost and afraid now that everything you've built up to this point can be taken away? Shinobi are taught to be like machines and feel nothing because those feelings make you weak. Truth be told my mother had it right all along. Being scared can make you weak, but shutting out your emotions make you weaker. Its okay to feel afraid. But you become strong when you overcome it!"  
Isais would quickly pull out another smoke bomb and activate it to hide his whereabouts again. He knows full well that synyster could still see him perfectly as he continues his speech. " I'm overcoming my fear, but if you get in my way again ill kill you". Isais would cancel his hydras and take off into the trees, flipping a coin and disappearing into the wilderness
Missing his initial strike with the trident in his right hand, Syn flew up 10 ft into the air as planned. He could see his opponent with his back on the ground, covered in mud. For a split second, the Kantetsukage wondered how he had escaped if he obviously had shown signs of falling into the kage's earlier trap. That revelation was quickly discovered, however, as Synyster could make out one of the last of those annoying crosses from earlier. Up in the air, the Kanetsukage thought to himself.
Crafty bastard he is.
Within that same moment that the thought crossed his mind, something unexpected happened as Synyster's upper half was immediately covered in a thick water barrier as his lower half was subsequently subdued as well. Due to the high concentration of heat in his right hand however, the barrier began to steam as the vapor began to pour into the already-humid surrounding air. Not long after this, his opponent also froze the barrier for increased measure. The barrier from the inside began to melt little by little, though not nearly enough to fully escape it simply afforded the Kanetsukage the most minute of wiggle room.  
Goodness, if there's one thing I hate it's these cheap barriers.  
The Hydra on either side of the kage then took hold of the icy containment cell and began to lower him towards his opponent. Syn's eyes were locked onto him the entire time and although strategies played all throughout his mind, he allowed himself to be lowered still out of curiosity. Once the containment cell hit the thin layer of surface earth, the ground immediately gave way as the Kanetsukage was even still lowered into the earthy tomb by way of his opponent's loyal Hydra. His opponent free fell the 10 meters below, flipped, and then landed softly, now face to face with Syn. He then spoke.
"I could do it you know. If i did , what would it change? I don't regret the things I've said but maybe i would've done the same. Maybe I already have. If i kill you i don't have to worry about you doing anything stupid to take a life, but after seeing what you can do today and how i lucked out by having the right things at the right time it taught me something. Everything I've done up to this point has been out of fear. Ive been angry and afraid my whole life. Are you lost and afraid now that everything you've built up to this point can be taken away? Shinobi are taught to be like machines and feel nothing because those feelings make you weak. Truth be told my mother had it right all along. Being scared can make you weak, but shutting out your emotions make you weaker. Its okay to feel afraid. But you become strong when you overcome it!"
After his speech, Synyster's opponent then pulled out another smoke bomb and activated it to hide his whereabouts again despite knowing of the Boufuugakure kage's Doujutsu.
"I'm overcoming my fear, but if you get in my way again ill kill you", the Hyougagakure ninja said.  
Despite listening to his entire speech in somewhat-earnest, at the last remark the kage then half-way smirked.
"Kill? ... Me? ...", the kage responded,"Do you know who I am? I am the reaper of Boufuugakure... Death fears me!"  
With these words, the Kanetsukage's spear sped from his right hand, crushing the icy shell to his 12' and speeding towards the Hyougagakure ninja. What it hit, however was nothing but soil as his opponent had sped off and away to the trees. The Hydra around Syn dissipated signaling the end of the jutsu and walking forward a few feet, Syn crouched over and picked up what seemed to be a coin his attacker had dropped. Standing up straight, the Kanetsukage allowed his spear to dissipate into the energies of the world before jumping straight out of the ditch and landing softly on the ground above. He stopped to light a joint before he made out the figure of someone familiar to him.
That kid! I wonder what he's doing here.  
Syn took a long drag of his joint before exhaling a large cloud of smoke. He stood a mere 5 feet from the large ditch in the ground and simply looked at the kid, wondering if he would speak up after being spotted.  
Shinro sat crouched, watching as a confusing scene unfolded before him. The stranger ,who had seemed oddly startled for a moment, quickly became enveloped in a mud like substance. However shortly after this the mud gave way to what looked like silt or maybe top soil, tho shinro had no idea how this had happened. Suddenly a bright blue light pierced through the ground aiming at the intrudes abdomen. Quickly following this was the kage. Shinro smirked from his place of hiding, but that smirk was soon erased. The kage's spear like object missed its target as the strange man arched himself down, landing on his back. The kage ,now airborne, looked toward the strange man only to become enveloped in water. Shinro watched as the water around the Kanetsukage's hand turned to steam and rose to the surface of the water before dissipating into the air, but before more then a few wisps of steam had escaped the water bubble turned into a prison of ice. Shinro had only managed to barley rise to his feet before the hydras summoned by the intruder also turned to ice and rose to meet the caged kage. Fear gripped shinro, freezing him in place as if in a cage of his own. He could do no more then watch helplessly as the hydras pulled the kage down from the sky and onto the soil. However, the soil seemed to give way at the weight of the ice and both Synyster and the intruder fell from the boys view. Eyes wide he ran to the edge of the deep chasm before him. From this far he could make out a voice, but what was said became lost in the distance and rumbling of thunder. From his place above he could see the kage, trapped in ice, and the strange man. Tho Shinro couldn't figure out why the man just stood and talked. Before he got the chance to come up with a reason ,or even react to the situation, a cloud of smoke filled the hole.  
Shinro sat confused ,eyes wide in an attempt to not miss a single detail. Suddenly someone jumped from the hole and disappeared faster then shinros eyes could follow. Not long after that another person lept from the hole landing about 5 feet from the edge, and only about 4 from the kage look alike. Quickly Shinro snapped his head to see who had appeared, fully ready to attack if necessary. Fortunately for him the man standing before him was the kage. The sight of two kages not 8 feet from him suddenly reminded him of the clone, and he canceled the jutsu causing the clone to poof from existence. When the kage looked to him shinro dropped his head, shame for hesitating when the kage was in danger filling him to the brim. Slowly he brought his eyes to meet the kage's. He felt as tho he owed the man some sort of explanation for interfering in his fight, so he simply said "You are my kage and i failed to be of any help what so ever. I take what ever punishment you see fit" before letting his eyes once again drop to the ground.

Meditation in the dark..

Michio had double checked and then triple checked the schedules for the shows to make absolutely sure that he was in one of the theaters within this enormous complex theatre that had no shows all day so that he could sneak into one of the seats and meditate in the dark room, on the comfortable chair, in what he expected would be perfect silence. Michio Jiin had never really meditated in the past, but he had decided that if he was going to be a really good and true shinobi, then he would have to be able to get familiar with his own inner self. This would mean meditation for Michio Jiin.
At first he was going to sit somewhere near the top because it was immediately available from where he was entering, but he then decided that laziness was an incredibly bad way to start his journey to finding his inner peace and another state of mind that would assist him in his future battles and all other trials in his life. He walked down to the bottom row, closest to the stage, and walked to the center. He would have to take a good look around before he started to meditate or he would be terribly distracted by the many intricacies of the things going on around him. Everything from the chair he was sitting in to the stage in front of him were fabulous. After he sat down Hareegh, the fire salamander crawled out from his pocket and onto one of the soft seat cushions directly to his right side. The little cold blooded amphibian layed down on the soft cushion and lowered himself down to feel the warmth of the cusion the best that he possibly could. Michio nodded, just accepting that the little animal would do whatever he was going to do before he closed his eyes and started his deep thought.
Michio Jiin looked down, sad with himself. He had fallen asleep in the quiet movie theater, and had dreams more vivid and beautiful than any film that he had ever witnessed in all of his life. He saw a blonde man fighting in a land of golden sand and a sky as clear blue as the ice around his own land, and it called out to him in some strange way. He viewed the man, with only one eye, dressed up in several layers in spite of the blistering and terrifying heat, and grinning wickedly. It felt like he was taunting Michio when he put on the special hat that denoted a person as an extremely powerful shinobi, the hat warn by the Kage, who was the most powerful Shinobi in any given nation, not just any given Hidden Village, but in an entire country. The hat that the man wore was similar to the one that his own Kage, the one who presided over the Village Hidden in the Glaciers, only instead of the Kanji that he would have seen worn by his own Kage this one had a hat that said "Kaze." Michio had spent his whole life trying to keep things like dreams down to a bare minimum, and here he was dreaming about some Kazekage, that did not even exist. It was painful to say the very least, and there was a movie that was supposed to be shown in about twenty minutes, if he had his schedule right, and those who did not follow the rules were criminals who deserved only the most gruesome and painful of deaths, or at least, that was what his mother had always told him growing up. He got up, brushing himself off, not of popcorn or of dust, but of the shame that being asleep in this place had brought him, and then ascended the stairs and made his way quietly as possible out of the theater, but of course, silence means very little to those who have scarlet hair.
Quickly, employees were on top of him, asking him all sorts of questions. It started out with him hearing something alone the lines of, "Hey, did that boy with the red hair pay for anything? I think I would have remembered selling him a ticket!" Before Michio was safe other sentiments like that were starting to crop up here and there. Being a shinobi conditioned for combat, he initially leaned forward to take off, but he slowly tensed those muscled back up and stood still. He allowed them to question him and dealt with it all as professionally as he possibly could. He explained the circumstances, that as a Shinobi he needed somewhere to meditate that was far darker than anything he could find outside with the sun constantly bouncing around from one glass surface to the next. They believed him, as they had no reason not to, of course, and he was allowed safe passage. Once he flashed his puppy badge, which actually did need some explanation as it looked far from intimidating, he was no longer being followed.
"Here I am.. The Outer Wall.. Amazing work." Kaicho thought to himself, admiring the wall, he was now a Genin, still awaiting a message about which team he would become part of, but it mattered not, he could use this time to look around some more, maybe even talk to other people around the village, the wall might not be the first place to go when trying to meet people, but it was nice to be there, if just for looking at the wall, perhaps someday when he has his own village, he would also have such a great wall around it, protecting it from outside harm. Yes, it would be a great village with a wall like this one.  
Well, time to look around[/i] He said to himself, starting to walk past the wall, he was trying to remember how it was before he came here, the place he grew up in.. Did it have a wall like this? He was not sure anymore, and it would not matter, he might never see that village ever again, perhaps only when trying to take it for himself. Unless... He started to think, already forming more plans for the future, what if he were to return to his clan once he becomes, would he be able to become the leader of the Uchiha clan? It would be a great advantage to him if that were possible, bringing the whole clan into this new village within his mind, he never worried about time, he knew it would take long before he even got close to being strong enough, but at least he had a plan, allowing it to change slowly as time went on, this way he would use everything he found to make it better, stronger, finding ways to make people look up to him.
But enough thinking about that, it was time to keep watch, he wanted to make sure he would not interrupt anyone that had to watch the wall, only seeing a passerby every now and then, waving at him as he gave a smile and a nod in return, they were kind people, and he sort of liked some of them, like that old lady that gave him tea that one time, or the boy who tried to show off against him, good times, it was a rather nice and quiet day, still cold, but after being here for a while, he did get used to it, perhaps if he learned more Katon Jutsu, he would be able to warm up the place here and there. Of course, trying to avoid burning down a village.

A slight shiver goes down his spine making him finally decide to turn away from the edge of the wall. Izokomyo was towards the end of his normal after-meditation walk along what he calls the battlements of the wall. He was particularly excited when he heard the news that he had been granted the rank of Special Jounin. Perhaps a little too excited as the celebration with the closest person he might have to a friend left him with a miserable headache the following morning. He spent the previous two days in hard training as a self-imposed punishment, followed by this morning of meditation to calm his mind.  
Izokomyo hops down from where he had been standing on the edge, directly on the edge of the enormous wall of ice. For some reason he felt alive when standing on the edge of the long fall atop the wall, holding nothing but a flag pole to keep the heavy winds from pushing him over. He enjoyed the heavy wind in his face and staring out into the distance, but the blistering cold winds offer significant reason to abandon such a sedentary task for long. Especially one who doesn't dress for a long watch on the wall as he does. While he wouldn't admit it out loud, Izo still maintained pieces of the foolish pride from being around the mercenaries. They often wore less layers than advisable, thinking it showing them more macho to suffer the cold than be smart and warm.  
He tucks his collar more tightly around him to stop the wind from travelling down the back of his shirt again, muttering a quiet but earnest farewell to the wall guard he often shares casual conversation with. He doesn't even know his name, just his face and voice. More often than not they simply stand in close proximity, staring off into the windy distance talking about the same things boulders do. He turned to offer a final chide, "And a cheers to summer-time, eh?" He laughs to himself and turns back without waiting for a response. He nimbly ducks around a man carrying an over-sized crate of supplies, glancing sides at him. The man barely noticed, the crate mostly blocking his vision. Turning again to regard the man he thinks to himself "Not exactly the best plan to walk nearly blind when a slip and stumble could be the end." Still he walks down the middle of the at a brisk pace, dodging in and out of walker traffic as they run supplies to the guards staying on the wall. He notices he's still in an unusually peppy, energetic mood after thinking about his recent position.  


It started getting late in the night and it was time for him to get to bed. The mission started early and he didn’t want to be late.  

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