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Monzaemon! Roll out! We're going to cause a riot! I'm naming the nearest city to us Gobi. I'll make an info thing for it tommorrow.
Uemura Monzaemon Night- Monzaemon Clan Hall
Uemura sat at the front of the gathering clan infront of him. His hands together infront of him. Kawatake wasn't there yet, but that was alright. For once, he was going to speak. He looked around to see many surprised expressions among the clan at seeing him. The crowd was abuzz with rumors, gossip and talk. What was it their leader was going to tell them. He shook his head, he hated public speaking. He felt impatient, especially with the anger he had towards the unknown assailant. The reports of later damage hadn't helped. "QUIET!" He slammed a Sai against the wall behind him to get everyone's attention, standing up to get everyone's attention. Whoever was late could be filled in later, he didn't feel like waiting any longer. He stared at the crowd, making sure he had their attention. "This is enough to tell the rest of the clan. We have been attacked, an act of war. The assailant broke through out guards, and destroyed the poison stores of the clan. That means no poison will be added to anyone's weapons until we procure some more." He heard many disappointed comments from his Bunraku Clan. "Why I'm bothering to tell you this, and why I take this seriously is they left a calling card, one member, Eiki Sanada, was brutally murdered, and left as as sign. The brutality of it, while interesting, is mocking our clan, and asking for a response. If they want war, they will have it. I will not tolerate this clan looking weak! We've all done too much building to lose that all. I don't yet know who did this, but rest assured, we will have a puppet with his likeness by the end of this. Now, I don't expect morale boosting cheers, that's Kawatake's job. What I want is revenge. I expect all of you to prepare yourselves for war..... Now, assignments..... any assassins who may or may not be in the sound of my voice, it would be convient if Gobi was raided for any plants we use in our poisons. Tataruki, you are going to that town as well to interrogate anyone who might have information on who did this. I'm ordering your lord, Kawatake, when he gets here, to go with you. If anyone here thinks they are getting off easy with our enforcer gone, I'M handling all traitors personally while she's away." To say that Uemura was pissed would be an understatement. One thing was on his mind. He was not losing clan face to this. He was going to find who had done this, and he was not going to let them go. He was slightly paranoid as he went through what clans in the area were capable of doing this. He was going to have to talk with Zushina later about this.
Uemura MonzaemonThe Immortal
My character sheet will be up in a few hours, and I'll rally the Monzaemon as well.
Kojiro
Kojiro felt feelings enter his mind he knew were not his. He could feel serenity that had no place in his mind, a technique tainted by it's owner, and he knew whose emotion were so calm. He despised people who would interupt his duels with an assault on the mind. He'd run into several Yamanaka who'd tried.... it hadn't ended well. He thought in response to Zume's unwelcome intrusion. And here I was assuming you were a wise man, but here you are, looking into what you don't understand. The incoming shrinking spirals were the least of his worries. They dared pass through mother Earth, when his large rock style dictated it. His hands lazily started making a series of 6 handsigns, then repeated them quickly. His focus wasn't on countering the jutsu, he had it covered. Earth Release: Moving Earth Core He had hoped to save that as an ace against his opponent later, but it couldn't be helped. He could feel the circles moving, and if they were fashioned after how he imagined, that would stop them. The technique however was countered, by Kojiro himself with a second release of it, moving in the opposite direction. The technique generally elevated or lowered the terrain around the user in a square box. Kojiro had used it to elevate the terrain, then pushed down on it with an equal force. That would compress the earth itself, making it much harder to pass through, and more importantly the compression would grab the circles by the sides, not head on. Kojiro imagined front and end of the cirles were the hard part, probably bladed to pass through without difficulty of the objects they passed, they probably had enough power to cut Monohoshi Zao. But from the sides, they would be vulnerable, and in addition, if they were curved, they would take even more damage from the earth pressing from above and below, unbending it. The sheer movement, should it fail to stop it, would also threatened throw off their little perfect circle, and have them crash into eachother. Kojiro's focus wasn't on that however. It was staring at Zume, his killing intent took on a new form, a new terrifying form. Mere fear was something that a few men could indeed take straight on, but there was something more from a constant assault on one's psyche from more and more directions. His killing intent filled every recess of his mind, taking all of his focus to not be overwhelmed by it himself. He projected it straight at Zume through his eyes, whose bright blue sage color had become frieghtening, increasing it and renewing it constantly to redouble it's effect. As long as Zume was saw his eyes, the intent would increase with each renewing, and while doing so relieved Kojiro from the last wave as he made a new one, but the old ones would linger, and continue to build on Zume as long as his attention was on Kojiro. Seeing every detail of Kojiro's eyes would also increase it, as was an increased perspective as he would notice every single detail of it more than most, affecting him more than most. In addition, him reading Kojiro's mind would double whatever hit he was taking from the standard killing intent. The intent would intensify to a madness, flashing every fear a man could have of the line between life and death. Not only of the initial feeling of simply dying, but the thoughts of those close to them fading, thoughts of life becoming terrifying itself. It would build and build til the many thoughts driven by the intent would drive a man to madness, tearing his psyche to shreds. In essence, as long as he kept looking, and reading, Zume was putting himself in greater and greater danger from reading what what Kojiro assumed he wouldn't understand. The intent didn't come from chakra, or from mere thoughts, or hormones, or atoms, or things the eyes could see or be helped to see, but a flash of Kojiro's soul at it's most viscious. Even if Zume had the most steeled will on earth, and the effects were paltry, they would only keep building, and all his observations skills would only increase the speed of the threat. To keep looking would not end well. "I am not a sage of a mere animal, I am the sage of humans, that allows me to feel very deeply the emotions we have. We too belong in nature, at our very core, we are part of it. The very soul is natural. I came here seeking a natural fight, not to be examined."
Kojiro
Kojiro laughed for the first time. It would seem out of place considering both had declared they were becoming serious. The killing intent however was much more at home than empty feeling. He enjoyed the feeling much more than before. There was something hollow about how it was before. "What a feeling this intent. I can feel the brink of death in this feeling. The moment a warrior achieves his greatest point is when he's faced with it. Death is pleasant to me. I only fear a life full of mistakes." His fear earlier was only the fear of having underestimated his opponent. He wouldn't do that again. This man was dangerous. It was wonderful! He grabbed his tessen, it responded to the sage chakra as well, then he threw it away, sending it sailing over Zume. "I'm sorry, I've delayed you far too long. I just wanted to enjoy that feeling. I might not get to enjoy it again. Life is short, I live every moment the most I can. Here I come." He grabbed Monohoshi Zao and got into stance at blurring speeds, his entire demeanor changing to dead serious. The stance knocked down the Kodachi. The air around him spoke of his emotions, the killing intent speaking of the master of the art he'd acquired, a mastery of the sword, and of his pride in it. The pride of a swordsman. The chakra in his sword resonated in the air. Earth Release: Return to Dust He made a quick spinning slash, a 360 degree spin. The dust around the area which had been gathering from his tessen earlier followed his blade, creating a vortex based around several large blades of dust, one lined behind another. From the earth below more earth joined vortex, becoming more giant blades. Each blade passed behind the rest. The vortex blew the sheathe farther away, and made the tessen sail farther as well as kicking up grass, and cutting down trees. The area was in for a beating he figured from both him
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The man landed on the ground, closing his tessen as he did. "Bane of Benkei." Chakra filled only the tip tessen as he did it. He thrust it out at his opponent's chakra blade, and burst it open the instant it the chakra was touching Zume's Chakra, sending the chakra on the tip flying in two directions, and the technique sent at him with it. "You are as well... I almost can't remember the last time I felt fear like that. I suppose you are worthy of hearing my name. I am Ganryu, Kojiro Sasaki, the Nodachi on my back is my weapon, Monohoshi Zao (The Drying Pole). This has been a nice warm up, but I think we're both to the point of actually starting." He tucked the tessen back into his robe, and dropped the Kodachi which planted straight into the ground. Then he removed the Nodachi from his back, grabbing the cords that wrapped around his shoulder, and pulling it over his head. He held his sword infront of his, and quickly threw the sheathe from off of it, into the distance, discarding it. It landed with a thud, still wrapped with the nature chakra that imbued the sword Kojiro was carrying. As soon as the sheath was removed from the sword, the chakra it was filled with radiated around the area. The chakra wasn't normal, and his eyes changed, turning bright red underneath them, the pupils changing to a bright blue. It was sage chakra, the man had become a sage, the sword having filled with natural energy ever since he had touched it. It refreshed his chakra, and made his body much tougher. "Now, I know your name, Zume Tatasuko, but what's his name?" He pointed to Zume's blade with his Nodachi. As he did, his sword, full of chakra, touched his Kodachi in the ground, accidentally a flick of sage chakra touched it as well.
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The man started to have a weird expression on his face. His sword's hilt finally stayed a color of crimson. "This air is not one of the chaos of war.... it's unnatural. It's serene. " The very air around him shook with serenity as the void dispersed into it, the man feeling it spread. The feeling was unnatural to the man as he started his descent. This was the first time in a long time he'd felt anything close to fear. He instinctly switched the tessen to his other hand, and drew from his robes the other rod like bulge in his robe, a Kodachi, drawing with the same side as where the kodachi was, making the draw not able to be an iai technique, but overall faster. The fact he felt the need to draw a sword was reflected of the emotions he felt. Chakra flooded thinkly into his his blade, while with his other hand, his tessen moved open and close(though never fully closed), channeling his chakra as well as a hindsign. It wasn't a moment too soon. He felt a blur of motions to either side of him, and unleashed a upward slash to his right, flicking his right hand down at the center to send a downward slash to his left, making two slashes from a single stroke. "Hill cutter" The technique was simply named, but complexly composed. The slash released a wave of chakra from his blade that quickly pulled in the dust from around him, imbuing it in an chainsaw like motion, causing it initially come to the center, then vibrate outwards making a large cut infront of it. The way it was designed the chakra and core of the techique itself was armored by the earth around it that moved to fast to be imbued itself. It was composed of so many seperate particles that stopping any of them would only cause the ones behind it to reanimate it with kinetic energy in the same directions. In simple, it was a chainsaw wave of earthen particles The cuts were very wide, about a foot across. They would slam into the incoming attacks to both sides, as he sensed the serenity coming once more As his blade ended the path, his wrist flicked up once more, causing one more slash to , causing a bit of pain to the swordsman's wrist from the 2nd flick in a row. "Mizu Gaeshi*: Hill Cutter." (*Is a real sword technique) A 3rd wave shot out. The man sent it to wear he felt the serenity at it's strongest. All techniques were painted by the emotions of their users.
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The man was starting to get intrigued by his opponent more and more, the fact that he had touched his sword at all was fact enough of that. He was planning on using it, the last time he'd felt for the need for it.... only one other man had deserved it truly. His sword was still absorbing chakra from the area around it, starting to turn a dark red instead of black. He loved the sense of mystery around his opponent, most opponents felt something more than just serenity in a fight. He didn't know how he could do it, no killing intent, like the killing intent he possessed. The nightmarish feeling around him was sheerly from the thrill he felt. The warrior pressed his fan together a bit more, though it didn't close. The dust around him gathered into a platform, which he burst off of, jumping to the right. As he jumped higher, he did a similiar motion as previous, causing the dust to make a shield infront of him against several of the earth spears, which he would then bounce off of again, starting to make a circle of dust in the air above Mr. Mystery. An earth user taking to the sky might seem almost poetically ironic. "A mother's embrace? It seems like neither of us has forgotten where he came from."
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His Earth Flow started to degenerated to nothing more than mere mud, the man jumped high into the air to avoid the mist once more, opening his fan to the side. The force of his jump sent part of the crest of the weakened wave he was on crashing down at his God-like opponent as his wave collapsed. Mud or not, the sheer weight of it was likely to do some damage if it wasn't stopped. As his fan opened to the side of him, the dust in the air began to gather to it, almost visibly drawn as it came to him. The moment the tessen wasn't closed, the wave stopped degenerating and instantly collapsed completely into mud. He mused midair. "My, my. That mist speaks of highly of you as well. It's calm and calculated, much like it's owner" He reflected on what had happened. As soon as his wave came in contact with it, his control of it disappeared. The man could either manipulate or cancel techniques with that mist, that much he could see. He could only think of one technique to get rid of that blasted mist, but from what he'd seen earlier, it would gather again even if he did. His left hand reached over his shoulder grabbing the Nodachi strapped to his back, It was impossible to draw in that position, but he just held the handle. "Get ready, Monohoshi Zao, this one will be worth it." Chakra began amassing in the blade, drawing in energy from the air around it. The Ito(braid on the handle) of his sword started changing color slowly. It was black, and slowly, ever so slowly reddening. The change was extremely gradual, as was the chakra it was beginning to amass.
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