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Post by Zento on Tue Jan 06, 2015 5:04 pm

With that smile painted on his face, the man stood there. His eyes looking forward in this area. How long has he waited here? A minute? An hour? A day? He didn't keep track of it really. He just knew why he had to be here. The area was a nice warm spring day. A big training grounds. With targets and training dummies all looking warn out through use and age. It was a huge area with trees blowing in the wind. One tree closest to the training dummies was more ruffled than the others but only for a second. Where the puppet man looked to and laughed. Then turned away. The dark open hole in his chest showing as though nothing was inside

. The man's name was Zento. Living for quite some time, he had visited most of the world and met many people in his lifetime. He walked over to the river and looked into the water. Zento remembering the promises he's made and the regrets of the past he has done. Zento was not sure if the two he was waiting on would actually show. Do to the fact that have not seen each other in such a long time. They might not even remember who he was any more. Looking up into the sky, he tried to remember the moments he met the two.

The first one he met was a girl. During his time before he changed everything on how he looked with his human puppet body. Just a man with a cracked mask and black hat. What he really looked like. The girl seemed shy and was with an old comrade of his. Zento would laugh as he met the girl and put on a show to weird her out and make her leave him alone. He truly didn't care much if she liked him or not. Just as long as she didn't try to get in his way or be a burden to his work. But that just wasn't the case was it? Whenever he went on a mission or coming back, he would run into her some what some how. Why? Why was she there? The comrade of Zento's claimed her to be part of their family but he never saw it. He just thought it was another way that man would seduce women again. But, It would seem the more she got into his business, the more they talked and got to know each other.

The girl was strong willed and could hold off on her own. But she couldn't see that. She always thought that there was something about her that she was lacking in. But Zento knew that there was a great power in her and that one day she will see it for herself. To have others look up on her just like she looked up to the one stronger than her. Zento remembered when he once had to come and help her out with one of her missions. It wasn't too difficult but all he did was guide it along from the shadows to watch her grow on her own without anything from him being a part of it. He wanted to watch her grow. She was unique. And unique she became. She grew and had the support of people she needed to become exactly what Zento wanted to see. The power that was inside her to flood out. Zento left his hat in her house as a goodbye present. He wonders if she even still has it or remembers it. It would be fine if she forgot. It was a hat after all. All that mattered was seeing just how far she's come from then. Now it is time to see if she can move herself up one more step.

A months later from the last time he saw her, Zento got a mission from his team. A mission to take out a man. He didn't think too much on it. The paper gave a picture and everything known he could do and has done. All Zento had to do was make a public execution of this man. He wasn't big on show boating but, sometimes things had to be done he assumed. As he went to the village he followed the man. pretending to be drunk and look like a fool like he did normally to see the mans personality. He was quite the cocky one. He talked a big game a lot. He could see why he was ordered to take this man out. But when the time had come, Zento had a talk with the man

The man was cocky sure but there was more to him. He wanted to better himself. Zento could see it. Zento picking in his brain to get all the details of this man out of him. He wasn't a bad person. Just didn't know how to bring himself up to rise to the power he truly wanted. But Zento knew he would mature into a strong warrior. So Zento made a different call. Making a deal with himself to set up a few things for this man to grow from. Doing everything from the shadows as he favored when getting into peoples lives. But he was sure that the man had noticed that Zento was around at times. Zento's motives? He most likely wasn't sure. But it was all the same as the woman. To watch him better himself into a person of power. Which is exactly what Zento had predicted he would do. He was powerful and a true warrior just as Zento once was in his prime.

A week ago, Zento had sent a letter to the man and woman's home stating to meet here in a week for a grand reunion of sorts. The name on the letter was off of it but all that was on there was a small symbol. The symbol was a top hat with a pure black face and a broken white mask over the left side of the face. The symbol he put on all of his works. He wondered if they knew that was him.

Shaking his head, Zento would leave the flash back and look at the clouds. Wondering if they would remember him. He looks completely different from when they met. Instead of a skinny man in a relaxed suit. Is now a man with a samurai helmet, buff with markings all over his body, and with pants and an orange robe wrapped around his waist. The tree ruffling again and Zento laughing quietly to himself. The man at the river putting his hand over the dark hole. The smile still on his face as he waited to see how the day would unfold.
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Re: The first of many

Post by Misaki Ametsuchi on Tue Jan 06, 2015 7:18 pm

Time….such a weird thing to existed in this world,what was time? What did it actually mean? Everything had a question with no answer. Mostly because if you asked different people the same question you will always get a different answer. The will to fight and move forward was something that was affected by this thing we call time,the will to get stronger than we thought we could. The path one took if it was to become strong or find a reason to push forward for a better future. This was the requiem that we as humans lived for a way to guide ourselves to a salvation that only was in novels. Could you feel the soft breeze of a brighter future or was you lost in the darkness? It was always known….Only time can tell.

Long ago,there was a child who only dreamed of pushing forward. Her will was strong,you could swear she lived off sugar. Though she had no talent for the skill that she now possess in this game,it didn’t stop her it kept her bound by that little strain of hope. It was that single string within herself that allowed her to push forward to become someone better, With time she became someone with a good reputation with her skills,but with all her failures she never thought she was good enough to be in the presence of those she looked up too. Her soul was riding on a legend that once was lost so long ago,A hope to push beyond her limits was finally opening up for her.

This small child who use to be so timid and afraid of leaving the side of her mate at the time. She stood alone,well not completely as along her time in the game she ran into many people that made her who she was today. Her name was Misaki Ametsuchi,a name that had hate and love behind it but it was who she became over that thing we called time. It’s ironic really,a single thing with no real meaning making one progress. It just showed how much we knew as human’s was something..no a step we must take to finally be able to move forward.

Misaki would stand at 5’7 a girl as her fingers gripped the hem of her hat that she wore,it was a fine hat that she wore. It resembled a hate normally those who in the bus services wore,but why did she have this hat. What was the purpose of this item being on her person? It was the single thing that kept her looking towards the heavens,it was given to her by a man long ago though she had to change it over time,since it was a bit old but nothing about it has ever changed except the appearence but not everything stay the same,which time proved that to be true.

Misaki is a tall, beautiful and slender woman with long blue hair and blue eyes. She wears a General's apparel with long sleeves, a blue scarf on her neck, and high-heeled boots. She also has a tattoo on her chest, which is the proof of her power. She will have a white piece of paper in her hand as she couldn’t help but keep her blue eyes focused on the mark. Her pink lips forming into what you could take as a smile as she looked at this beautiful mark one she wouldn’t ever forget. She suppose it was the time,it was the step she always wanted now it was her chance to take that step forward and stretch out the wings that been tucked away for so long.

It didn’t take her long to come to the training grounds,she ran here at full speed though her legs strength reminded you of Chun Li. She will come to a halt as her blue eyes looked around the old training area. Noticing a man at the center of the area, he might looked different well they all did if you wanted to know the truth. But she could tell just by how the male held himself he was the one to call her here. Stepping forward a step at a time closing the distance as she would stand five meters,which is where she came to a stop. She will remain silent as her blue eyes will look towards the sky as the clouds parted slightly the sun shining down upon the area. “So beautiful..”she couldn’t help but express herself,now was probably the chance for her to finally shine brightly.
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Re: The first of many

Post by Psychosis on Tue Jan 06, 2015 9:16 pm

The most amazing thing in life, that which separates humans from animals, is the ability to change in mere moments, from simple things which would otherwise be missed. Kuro had noticed this long ago, though he only truly began to understand it recently. The changes that came to him were not always instant, but they were always so interesting to him. The first, and most memorable, was when he began to question 'why' to everything. A simple word, that held so much power and cause so much change, that it had changed Kuro's path entirely. It made him observant at a very young age, and he never stopped. That single fact had caused him to love figuring things out and learning anything at all. It was a brilliant thing for anyone to have, as it paved the way towards power. Kuro loved power. No, that was a bit misleading. He did not care for power for power's sake. He wanted to be in control of his own path. This, combined with his desire for respect, had caused him to make many mistakes in his long and often ridiculous past.

One of his many mistakes involved when he had been boasting of his power, which was barely passable at the time. Even so, he had influence in the specific location where he had been bragging. It was cocky, and rude, but he feared that he would never gain the power he so actively sought, so he ignored his slowly growing hatred for himself, and kept going. It had once been so bad he believed his own lies. That continued, even upon meeting several people who could easily break his limited power with a mere flick of the wrist, or a pivotal motion involving a sword and a wine glass, as the case was. It had taken years for his arrogance and ignorance to fully break down, but when it did, he began to see things in a different light. Originally, he believed that power mattered more than skill, and during that stage of his existence, it was true. The skill difference between those around him was so insignificant before he had met those many people who outright destroyed his power, that it made no difference, in his perspective.

His first taste of the difference between skill and power was not from one of those who he stilled believed could flatten him, but someone who he held no respect for, and likely never would. Even so, the difference between Kuro's power, and the man's skill was just enough to wake him up, just slightly. Not enough to break that attitude he had developed during those years, but enough to open his eyes. He had always been observant. He saw more than most, but up until the wine glass incident, he did not really know what he was seeing. It had taken many, many failures to truly teach him. Yet, he had no one he could call teacher. The closest was a hermit who apparently existed to piss people off, but even he had never outright taught Kuro. No, he just gave him some mildly helpful advice from time to time. Less of a teacher, more of a knowledgeable friend than anything. Still, that man had dragged Kuro out of his circle and into the real world, which helped to awaken his potential.

His full name was a reminder of those first few years, when he went by Kurokon Shikyo, rather than just Kuro, or his favorite nickname, Psychosis. He had become somewhat well known by now, which he loved, though he had yet to do anything of note. At best, he had simply been around when others did incredible things, which somehow got his name spread around. That was not what he wanted, however. He sought fame and respect, but not from simply being in the right place at the right time. He wanted to be recognized for his skill, even though his confidence in himself had plummeted. He may not be on par with some of the big names, but he was at least decent now, and he wanted to become better. He wanted to face that man with the wine glass in open battle, preferably with their friends. Two versus two would be fun, he imagined. After all, he had seen her growth as well, not that he originally knew it. He had once hated her, because of her specific style, and yet that hate had vanished quite fast as he grew, both physically and mentally. The child that had been cocky and fearful had turned into a hopeful yet humble man. Humble in his own opinion, of course.

As he grew, however, many did not. His friends from the past had left, going to normal and boring lives, but he could never imagine himself doing so. He loved what he did, and he loved being around the people who were with him. True, he hated a few people, but considering almost everyone hated them, it did not bother him too much. His road had been long and had its ups and downs, but he regretted very few things, some of them big, like his former attitude, some of them small, like having trusted a certain fucknugget. Various memories crawled through his mind, making him smile fondly. Even his darkest hours of his past were nothing but amusing to him now, and inspired him. Indeed, looking back at what a fool he had once been only showed him how much he had grown.

Physically, he was very different. The once short and unhealthy teen had reached a healthy height of 5'9, and had become much stronger, both physically and mentally. He had his weaknesses, and made sure to keep them in mind with each plan he made. It was what made him different than most, who denied their weaknesses. His were so blatantly obvious that trying to hide them would be foolish. Instead, he placed them directly in front of people, and based his plans around countering their attempts to weaken him. Of course, many never even saw the weaknesses for how obvious they were. There was no shame in being unable to see your nose when you focused on the horizon. Kuro did not fault anyone who did not see his weaknesses, as he had made sure they were so obvious that anyone who did see them would usually not believe them because of the fact that they were so obvious. Even so, to see them would earn Kuro's respect.

Blue hair and brown eyes decorated his face, both semi-natural. It was hard to explain, so he never did. A red tattoo was around his right eye, drawing attention to it. It helped greatly once he activated his sharingan, although he did not use it as often anymore. Relying on a single style of fighting was... not his style, so to speak. He tried to be a jack of all trades, and he really hoped it worked out for him eventually, but what he truly sought was to be a Master of All Trades. The only goals worth seeking were those which were often considered impossible by the common person. Unlike most who used chakra, however, he preferred to wear armor. The armor was plated, and colored blue. Not for any specific purpose, but because it looked neat. The cloak and hood helped him, but they were also for show. It was designed as to not limit his movement, but give him some measure of protection, particularly against energy attacks. It also helped boost his mask, which was fused with his hood, which was not on his head quite yet. He wanted to meet as humans, and his mask often made him seem like some demon or something, at least according to a few others. It was his calling card, though, so he would never get rid of it. He only wore it when he was in battle, or when he was facing an enemy. This man, who Kuro knew of quite well from many of his friends, was not an enemy. He may fight and beat Kuro, but he was not truly an enemy. At least not in the sense that Kuro would wear the mask to a simple meeting.

As Kuro walked, slowly, knowing he would not be late, he noted the beautiful day. He preferred winter, but it was of no consequence. The dummies made Kuro smile a little bit, recalling several things simply by looking at them. Memories were amazing sometimes, and knowledge was much more so. Glancing around, Kuro realized he was not alone. While she had changed, he still recognized Misaki, an old friend who he had a strange friendship with. Strange in a good way, but it was far different than his normal friendships. As he so often told her, she was the only one he would trust to have his back in a fight. Kuro grinned as he saw her, and his grin widened when he saw him. Zento, one of the very few people Kuro respected. He remembered the man rather well, though the different appearance was distracting. They had once been enemies, with Kuro hating him, but the same could also be said for most of those Kuro had friendships with. Misaki included, though that was long ago, and was during the time he still hated certain styles of fighting. It felt amazing, to realize how much each of them had grown, though he did not know Zento's growth that well, he had heard some things. Meanwhile, he had been right beside Misaki as both of them grew, not fully of course, but for the past few years. She was also one of the few he respected, for many reasons.

A mere five feet from Misaki, Kuro waved at the two with his right arm, that grin still on his face. In the past, it could have been described as a cocky smirk, but now it was a simple friendly grin. With Yoru, the eternal black fire blade, strapped on his hilt, Kuro placed his left hand on the hilt in a relaxing position common among swordsmen. Yoru's black flames did not affect him at all, nor his clothing and armor. It was becase the black flames had been made from his chakra and were a very special type of fire. His stance was both relaxed and ready, as usual. A while after the wine glass incident, Kuro had trained himself specifically to be immune to surprises. It did not work entirely, but he was able to react regardless of surprise, and his stance showed that much. "It has been quite some time." Kuro chuckled slightly. It showed how well he remembered Zento, as he would not have come had he not recognized the symbol. He wanted respect, but he would not come out into a trap for some backstabber like he had in the past. He was not that foolish. It was why that implanted byakugan in the middle of his chest, covered by a layer of skin, was always active. Some would call him power hungry for such a thing, but he would not deny it. Regardless of his lessons in skill, he still loved to have power, both for safety and comfort. Paranoia had been drilled into his skull from long periods of betrayals and sneak attacks, so it should come as no surprise he wanted power.
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Re: The first of many

Post by Zento on Tue Jan 06, 2015 10:00 pm

Zento would smile from behind his mask. He turned his head to reveal his face. The black face with eyes that stare into there souls and the evil smile on his face. The puppet man would turn all the way around. Standing now at a tall seven foot five inches. He hissed in laughter and popped his neck. The mouth opened as he spoke. "I was a little shocked you would show up. I didn't think you two would remember me." The puppet man would step forward as the wind stopped but the tree closest to the training dummies still ruffled slightly then stopped.

The puppet man stopped in front of them and words came from it's mouth once more. "Lets get a good fight in. Show me how much you have grown." Right there, the fight had begone. The puppet man would charge forward alone and with his long reach leg sweep the ground at the woman's ankle in hopes to fracture or break the bone. On a plus side he could break the heel of her shoe to cause her to lose balance and take the time out for fighting to remove the other shoe. Which would cause him time to attack her more and keep her on her miss balanced feet. Then, slapping one hand on the ground, the puppet man would lift himself up to fly his other let up to the girls chin to try and kick her into the air.

He would then throw three kunai at the man with paper bombs attached to them. right when the reached a foot away all of them would explode. Hopefully they would both be able to doge such simple attacks and see what exactly was missing from the Puppet Man that made him, well, him. Zento would watch the two of them and see how they were reacting to such attacks. Smiling to see how much they grew from where they once where when they met.

Zento was proud of how far they have come and all the great things he has heard about them from what they have done. Zento would pop his neck seeing that his old friends were going to deal with the start. A warm up for them all right now. To get started for the monster of a fight they would have. The Puppet Man would land on his hands and back flip four feet away from then with his arms crossed and his right leg behind his left leg and looking to see what they would do next.
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Re: The first of many

Post by Misaki Ametsuchi on Wed Jan 07, 2015 12:09 am

Misaki position didn’t move as she stood there at that very five meter mark as she looks towards the sky. It was actually kind of clear as the sun shined down giving off it beautiful light as the rays overlay her skin as she would close her eyes for the time being till either she was spoken to or someone else arrived that could break the silence. The wind was gentle as it caressed over her soft delicate skin as it brushed through the trees as it brushed through them as the leaves will begin to break from the branches like a child that was suddenly left to be on it’s own. She would open her eyes as her head will shift so she was looking straight ahead as the tall male in front of her was someone she could tell was someone she looked up too but now why was she called here? She had no reason but she felt she will find out very soon.

It seemed it been years since she felt this way,as if a fire was being lit in her heart. It was like she would explode at any given moment. Was the feeling of anticipation? or was it fear? she didn’t care all she know she was burning up inside and it was making her blood boil. Her blue eyes will look forward as she would prepare to speak. But before a word could leave her pink lips she felt that single presence that always made her way clear. He was probably one of the ones she opened up to and became his partner,he was the one who helped her grow. They were deadly separately and destructive when together. This only made the woman question even more about this meeting now. Zento,a man she viewed as her superior during his time of his assistance. She had so many questions but none could be answered not now anyway.

“Look who chose to come out of the closet finally”she teased obviously talking to Kuro who was standing about five feet beside her on the right as she giggled softly. But she will stop as her expression will change as it was more serious as she turned her head to face Zento. It was as if something was telling her this wasn’t the time to joke around,it was the sheer tension as she would listen to Zento who chose to speak up breaking the silence after Kuro did. “You invited us here and I couldn’t forget one I respect so much”she admitted though her blood was boiling she respected this seven foot tall man more than most people. She would remained focus on Zento as she replied awaiting Kuro’s reply.

The next part that she heard,it made her eyes widen slightly. He wanted to test them,he wanted to gauge their strength. This statement made Misaki take her right foot and step it back a few inches so her left was still in front. She watched as the tall man would charge her,she had no idea what she could do in this situation but she had no time to think. As the sweep came she put all her weight on her right leg making her body move back by the weigh she was forcing on her right leg as her body will move a few inches back along with her feet just enough to avoid the sweep by a few inches. Her arms bent rising her arms,her open hands will overlap over one another as the kick will be launched,

The kick will make contact with the palm of her hand at the point contact was made she pushed,using her arm strength to make her body move back with the momentum using the force of the attack as her own momentum. Landing swiftly back onto her feet as from that attack it pushed her back due to the pushing instead of pushing down she pushed in a left angle that allowed her to be pushed back instead of up. She will look up as the distance between her and Kuro was now about ten meters all because of her actions. As the kunais would be launched,as Zento arm would have extended to release them Misaki foot will slam against the ground left foot at that. This allowed her to launch herself closing the distance quickly. She wasn’t going to let him get away. As she got within the two meter mark her right hand will shoot downward and at that last moment it turned to a fist,she was aiming to drive Zento straight into the ground with her overwhelming strength. It was at that time she felt the explosion behind her which wasn’t close enough to intercept her actions thank god. Her blue eyes looked forward keeping note to never take eyes off this man she respected so much. She hope her partner was alright...she couldn’t help but worry about him.
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Re: The first of many

Post by Psychosis on Wed Jan 07, 2015 5:00 pm

Kuro chuckled slightly at Misaki's comment, and played into it in his own way. "As I recall, I was waiting there for you. When you wandered off and left me there, I had to come and find you." The inside joke would probably be missed for a while, but was worth saying. Turning to Zento, Kuro chuckled. "I dont forget most important things." Except dates, but that was a story for another time. When Zento spoke of a fight, Kuro's face became serious, knowing how bad it could get. The hermit he was thinking of earlier had not held back, and they were friends, so he doubted Zento would either, friends or not. This meant he could not hold back either.

He would be lying if he said he wasnt nervous. He wanted to find out where he was in terms of skill, but doubts were always part of his mind. Very few things he could say he trusted absolutely. It was part of the reason finding anyone to partner with was difficult, as he usually was too paranoid with betrayals to work well in a team. With Misaki, he knew better. In any case, Kuro was a bit nervous, but mostly excited. The last fight he had was with Misaki, and that had been a while back, when they had both been limited during the fight.

Kuro, knowing he would be a much easier target to deal with at close range, and trusting of Misaki's abilities in close combat, stayed his hand as Zento engaged Misaki in hand to hand. He merely blinked when the three kunai came near him. To the outside observer, it would appear as if Kuro had not done anything, and that the explosion from the kunai had killed him. The outside observer would be wrong. With a quick use of Kamui, Kuro phased through the explosions, coming back into his normal state once the danger of the explosions had passed. While in kamui, he had twitched his shoulders and leaned his head back ever so slightly. The motion was simply a quick way to put on his mask, without moving his hands. Speaking of his hands, once he rematerialized, he held his right hand out to his side, before touching it with his left hand. The smoke began to clear as Kuro executed this motion, launching several beams of solid lightning outwards. Unfortunately, it appeared his aim was off, as only one of his four beams had gone towards Zento. One went towards a practice dummy, one hit the ground about thirty meters behind the dummy, and the final one went towards the tree closest to the training dummies. His aim needed work, yes. Heavenly Lightning, the jutsu he used, was far from the usual lightning technique, in the fact that it was simply compressed energy, and focused more on the physical power than any electrical output. A hit from one of those beams would be more like an explosion of physical energy, rather than a bolt of lightning.

When the smoke finally fully cleared, Kuro was bathed in a golden light, obviously having activated Meteor during his brief transition between dimensions. Kamui was interesting in that way, as it did not interrupt his other jutsu, or at least not ones which needed no handseals, like Meteor. He had never tried any jutsu which required handseals during phasing. He would have to try that out one day, but for now, he simply resorted to his secondary specialty. Taking Yoru and holding it in front of him with both hands, Kuro switched to a stance similar to someone about to jump forward. With his legs bent, his left in front of his right, his arms holding the sword steadily, and his torso leaning slightly forward, a pounce attack was likely. He waited for a few seconds to see what Zento would do, whether to dodge his attacks, or to counter. He would react accordingly, of course, but he needed to know for sure if his attack had worked.
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Re: The first of many

Post by Zento on Wed Jan 07, 2015 7:49 pm

The puppet man was watching as the girl charged forward at him and went to punch him and slam him into the ground. Knowing she had more physical power than him, he wouldn't be able to take the hit. Let alone doge it with his hands on the ground and his legs moving into the air. So he had one thing to do, the Puppet man would shoot his heel into the womans armpit and lift up her shoulder. Do to his two foot difference, it would be more than enough to cause her force to be thrown off balance and graze past him. The puppet man would then spin around to bring his other leg around and slam into her hip and push himself off her and roll on the ground with much force and then be pulled into the air as if by magic to get out of the way of the attack and land on the ground safely from the the man who just shot the lightning.

"BRAVO!" Zento screamed from the tree as his legs sprung him out of the tree to doge the lightning. Standing next to his puppet who looked just like him. The only difference was that where the puppet had a black hole in his chest, Zento's was filled with a mark white circle and red seal on it. The mark was there to keep him alive in that puppet body. "I'm glad that you could see though my ruse there. Now the real fight starts." Right then, his back would open up.

Springing from his back was twenty-five gold colored rods about the size of him. Inside the gold colored rods was four circles connecting all of them. Where they connected was smaller circles with seals on them. Making an even one hundred seals. Clapping his hands together, the bards would glow and three of the seals lit up brighter than the rest. Shooting out and three puppets would appear as the rods all collapsed into Zento again.

The three puppets that Zento brought out were, odd to say the least. One was a grim reaper. Holding his scythe with the blade glistening as a drop fell from it. The next one appeared to be a very tall and skinny faceless man in a suit. His arms, almost as tall as him, looked like branches for fingers and stood there. His body also glistening like the Grim Reaper only black instead of a clear one. His chest looking like a thorn bush, however they were just small hooks to stop the physical attacks and catch the fists or kicks of opponents. Almost unseen to the naked eye.

As for the last one, it looked like a four foot baby doll that was burned and missing it's eyes and most of the teeth. An ugly thing to look at. It sat there next to the Zento Puppet and Zento standing in the middle. moving his hands and the puppets would commence.

The Zento copy would charge at the girl along side with grim reaper. Who was much faster than anything else that was out. It held the record for the Fastest puppet Zento ever made. Reaching her already and looking like its blade was going to swing at her chest, the puppet shot into the air and the blade moved around to between her legs and he moved high and fast into the air. The blade going to slice up from her stomach to the middle of her chest. pulling the blade forward so if she moved back, the puppet would still have a better chance of landing a hit.

The Zento puppet reaching her would then open up his shoulder and pull out a staff that looked like a trident only with the sharp spears bladed and on both ends. The staff was hidden inside his chest mainly and extended out and locked into place to hold its proper size and the blades would then pop out. Swinging the staff around at incredible speed, the puppet would stab into the ground and pol volt into the air and charge where ever she would have moved and go to slam the blades into her right knee to cause the damage.

Onto the other two. The puppets moved at a steady pace and then sped up. The tall slender man puppet would shoot its arm out to stab into the mans shoulder blades an then with his other arm using it like a whip to hit is kidney on the left side. The baby would open up its chest as chained shuriken would rush out to try and capture the man with this. However that was not all. The baby's mouth would open up and whale out a loud cry. The sound of a crying baby was most annoying. Only this one was different.

The crying of the baby got louder and louder as time went by. The pitch also increasing in the whales of the baby. A cry this loud would harm anyone's hearing. For that is all that could be heard now was the baby crying. The voice growing louder and louder to harm the ear drums of the man and woman. Zento would be fine for he didn't have ear drums. It was just really loud for him. But he was use to this and could still focus very well with the noise it made. He wasn't sure it would be the same for the other though.
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Re: The first of many

Post by Misaki Ametsuchi on Wed Jan 07, 2015 9:08 pm

Misaki arm would be stretched forward as she was so close to driving this man into the ground,but with her tedious attitude to hate being hit she lost focus for a second which lead to the next event to happen. As she would feel that foot hit right into her armpit,obvious that distance that was still between them worked in the mans advantage. Because with that single movement it moved her fist off course as it will ontact with the ground shattering everything within a five meter radius from her strength. She then felt her hip used as a leap board pushing her into the ground. She groaned as she turned her head slightly,taking notice of the lightning coming towards her,her eyes will widen as she will roll her body towards the right just enough not to struck by the lightning released by Kuro. The lightning will destroy the ground where the man was even more,she rose up to her feet as she sighs”That would have been ended badly….”she murmurs to herself.

She would dust herself off as she sighs,this was going to be harder than she would of liked but nonetheless she was getting pumped. Which was obvious by how her body was shivering with excitement as she grins. This man had her respect for many reason right now he was just proving to that as to why. She stood there as she watched the real one finally chose to reveal himself as she looked towards Kuro,they had to try to get in sync for they dont accidently hit each other with one another attacks. Her eyes will turn back to Zento as she will scoot her foot a bit as she was preparing for whatever was coming next. She was thrown back a bit,as Zento noted that the real fight was about to begin. The rods shooting from Zento made Misaki jump back about a few meter about four meters as a reaction to what was happening.

If the real fight was about to begin,she watched as the puppets would be summoned to the field she had no time to stare in awe. She closed her eyes as her clothes will glow for a second as she will shifted into the armor known as Knight of Valhalla. Misaki wears a silver and gold Valkyrie-like suit of armor with a shield on her left arm ,She has spear more closely resembling a weapon used by the gods, which has Etro script on it. the weapon she wielded was known as the Ten Commandments,There she stood in her new appearance ready for anything that came her way. A Shining white light resonated off of her body as it was known as the protective veil in this form it was now or never she will beat him along with her best friend.

Her blue eyes remained focus about the puppets coming towards her,it was the puppet who escaped her before and some reaper like puppet. The reaper was obviously quicker than the other one as it was closing the twenty meter distance between them rather quickly. Her eyes could hardly keep up with the puppet but with her Experience in the field her reactions and senses was more sharp than a normal human as she waited her legs seperated as she stood there in her armor prepared to strike. Firs to come her way was the reaper with it’s blade aiming to slice her from the stomach up. Misaki will move to her left her left arm bending so it was in the way of the blade,as the blade made contact it will hit her shield because otherwise she couldn’t be able to dodge it properly. This made her feet move as her right stepped over her left constantly allowing her to move showing just how well her footwork was.

She looked around for the the other puppet that was charging her but she seem to have lost focus,she knew she had to count on her senses at this point it was the wind. The wind was the very thing that gave the diving puppet away as t was inches away from making contact with her she would use her increased speed thanks to the armor to dodge that strike as she would jump back a few meters. They were out in the opening which was bad,her body will switch as she claps her hands together after she lands on her feet after dodging the spear disappearing. Her feet planted on the ground,right now they were out in the open which was bad so to make it a bit in there advantage she had a plan. The ground will begin to tremble as if a earthquake was being summoned it would throw anyone off balance besides her as she had used this technique once before.

The ground begun to break as trees began to burst from the ground grounding in height she had control over these trees, The field was being remade all for her to give them some kind of advantage. After the tall trees was formed blocking Zento’s vision hopefully,she would have two direct paths to Zento be made one on her side and one on Kuros. The trees now decorated the field of battle the trees being fiftyfive meters high and it was about twenty trees pressed together to make this new field. She would hold the seal as she will release it she normally didn’t use this spare body but it was needed hopefully enough to give them a edge,both Kuro and Misaki would be out of view in this now new battlefield….quite fitting wouldn’t you say. She makes a few seals while she had time as she knew she had to prepare for the worse. She heard the scream from through the now forest,but it didn't affect her not while in this armors veil,she just hope her partner was alright.
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Re: The first of many

Post by Psychosis on Wed Jan 07, 2015 10:57 pm

Kuro grinned a little. Zento was making this exciting. Like Kuro thought, the body which had attacked Misaki was certainly not his real body, but a false one, obviously a puppet, judging from the missing part of the chest. No doubt, Zento had expected them to notice, and had been proud when he did. Misaki probably would have, had she not been a bit distracted by Zento charging head on at her. Kuro, however, had two major advantages in that regard. Zento's first attack towards him was simple, three kunai, which he avoided with ease. The second was that he was ridiculously paranoid. When he saw movement from the tree even after the others had stopped, it became rather obvious. Too bad the attack had not actually worked other than to reveal Zento's true body, which was wonderful, but not as much as it would have been had Zento been damaged in some way. Either way, the real battle was about to begin.

Kuro knew that the overt attacks were- oh holy fuck that sound. Of all the cruel, ridiculous strategies, why the fuck did it have to be a crying baby? Whatever, he could deal... for now. In any case, ignoring the ridiculous noise which was steadily growing louder, Kuro realized he had a major shot at this, if he timed it right. A quick charge from the slender puppet made Kuro twitch his wrists, tilting Yoru to shove the blade aimed for his shoulder upward, avoiding the stab, and keeping contact with the blade just long enough to set it ablaze with Amaterasu, which was what coated Yoru's blade. That was when he saw the second attack, which had come after the stab. Zento obviously planned the stab as a distraction, as it would have been superficial compared to a kidney wound. Of course, with poison, even a simple shoulder would could be deadly.

He had a few options in this case. He could take the wound and attempt to backpedal enough to use COAT to heal the wound. It would likely not work, even with his ability to fly while using Meteor, as the puppets were quick and Zento was crafty. He could use Meteor to fly upward, but that would also knock him off balance. A risky move, but it had potential if executed properly. He could also twist Yoru around and block the kidney attack, at the risk of getting poisoned. His armor was probably dense enough to take the attack, but he was not willing to risk it with such an opponent. That was why he did something he probably would come to regret later. He flicked his wrist, temporarily letting go of Yoru with his right hand, and pushed, using Shinra Tensei to push the puppets, both of them, away before the kidney attack could connect. He could not afford to take a hit so early if he wanted to win... Yes, he desired to win. It would be wonderful to do so, especially with Misaki at his back. A first true test of teamwork, against a being like Zento nonetheless. If that wasnt a statement, Kuro did not know what was. With the use of Shinra Tensei, the chained shuriken which the baby puppet was blown away as well.

Immediately after the use of Shinra Tensei, Kuro focused his eyesight directly above Zento's real body, activating the long range version of Kamui. A portal opened up above Zento, making the same swirling noise as it always did, though the noise would be impossible to place with that damnedable baby still screaming. Thank god for Creation of All Things, which he had used to essentially make himself deaf. A quick use of COAT could also undo it later, as he had simply erased his ability to hear for the moment, without bothering his equilibrium. If he had not, his eardrums likely would have busted, making him deaf until he could repair the damage, which basically meant that he had simply relieved the pain but ended up with the same damage in the end. A damaged sense was a heavy weakness, but well worth it considering the baby scream was making it so hard to focus on anything other than what he already thought of before. What kind of sadistic monster used a baby's scream as an attack? Not that Kuro could talk, with all his sick methods, but still.

From the portal above Zento, one of Kuro's paths, the animal path, descended, six red blades created from the item on his back, Lucifer, in its hands, one between each of his fingers, aside from the space between his thumbs and index fingers. The path was six feet above Zento, falling quickly, with the blades pointed downward, intending to stab him. Hopefully his tactic would work, as he would really rather not deal with anymore puppets. The path, which Kuro named Himura Kenshin, was just as swift as Kuro, though without the benefits of Meteor boosting his speed. Kuro truly hoped this gambit would work, as he had little idea what else he could do for the moment. If anything, Misaki could at least take advantage of the opening it all provided, with the puppets being pushed towards Zento, and the Path descending on him in an attempt to prematurely finish this fight. Kuro's position, however, had only changed in that his stance went from sword ready and up, to calmly holding it by his side.
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Re: The first of many

Post by Zento on Thu Jan 08, 2015 12:33 am

Zento would smile. Feeling the ground rumble as trees would form all around him. A shame. This place was quite a beautiful sight to behold before. But more nature wouldn't hurt. He would move around a bit to see what was going on then noticing that they had avoided his attacks. Then he noticed the portal showing above him and was ready for what was happening next. Then noticing the person charging at him.

Zento acted fast. Speaking calmly. "Switch." He would then glow for a second as his arms and legs changed. It looked a bit silly compared to his body but it would work just the same as his normal body. The arms were different colors and markings on them. In the palms of his hands and souls of his feet were holes. He would then jump to the side and out of the holes shot out fire and moved as though it was a rocket to avoid the portal and then would grab at the mans wrists and move his arms to the side. Do to the big size of the man he of course could reach him first.

He would throw the man mid-air to the portal in order to cause him to be sucked up in the blackish hell of nothingness. He would slide with more power from the rockets to a tree and jump up and land on a tall branch. pulling all of his puppets that are out in one area. The slender puppet breaking off the part coated in fire to save itself from harm. Zento would laugh and the puppets would then glow again and form back into Zento's seals. Of course blowing his cover if anyone could see the puppets.

It was time to bump this show up to make it that much more fun. Zento would clap his hands together loud and chakra would leave his body. Then glowing gold with lights shining bright for everyone to see. "ULTIMATE CLAN TECHNIQUE, MASS MATERIAL FUSION!" Then the trees breaking around him for some odd reason. Out from the area grew a giant puppet that appeared to be made out of many puppets. The puppet stood taller than most of the trees and had its back to the two opponents. Turning his head, Zento now formed with all of his creations. turning his head to face his opponents. All one hundred puppets fused into one.

Zento would swing his arm with a blade from the grim Reaper only infused with some puppets to grow in size and slice down most of the trees to show more of the area. If he hit the girl, she would most likely be killed in this one swoop or suffer a lot of damage from the impact and the wind flying with it. Then with his other arm, hearing the sounds of parts shifting around to change the content of the puppet arm to show a hole in the palm of the giant puppet hand pointed right at the man floating in the air. Then a blast of fire shooting out at the man. Hitting the trees and causing them to burst into flames and slowly burn down the newly made forest. The giant puppet would speak with a booming voice, "THIS IS THE CLIMAX OF THE FIGHT! SHOW ME EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!"
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Re: The first of many

Post by Misaki Ametsuchi on Thu Jan 08, 2015 4:14 pm

The sun shined down from the trees which were higher than most,the beauty of it all was something you didn’t see much in this world of chaos and war, Misaki stood there behind the creation she made with Deep Forest Emergence. There was probably a lot of questions on how she got so many abilities such as that. It was a long story but to make it short it all begun with a kiss,which was a answer all on it’s own. She remained standing rotating her shoulder a bit which was finally feeling the after affects of the way that puppet struck her right into the pressure point. A normal human would of lost the ability to use a arm from a strike like that,lucky she wasn’t normal then. Misaki body was built as the ultimate weapon though she was only about physical arts most of the time.

But she also had a thing about ninjutsu,but she hardly used it due to it being against her fighting style. But right now she couldn’t let her comrade show her up she had a few tricks up her sleeves probably not Kuro flashy but they would stand out. Sh will close her eyes as she will open them right after. This was when her blue eyes started to glow,giving off a feeling of pure control. This was her doujutsu Kenseigan a pure elemental power that was under her clan that she cherished. She knew this battle was only gonna get harder,she never had to exert herself so much what could she do. She couldn’t help but sigh deeply as she knew a few things that could help but she needed time. She closed her eyes as she exhaled there was more trouble than she wanted and she needed to find Kuro so they weren’t seperated like this.

Her senses were sharp as she heard the clapping of Zento’s hands echo through the trees as a golden light will begin to emit from his body. She would be lying if she said this wasn’t a strange feeling something she wasn’t use to or even ran into in her young life as a shinobi. The sudden burst of power making trees be uprooted as Misaki will cover up her head from the force she couldn’t believe this her feet will start to step back as her eyes will widen. This was something she never seen before her vision got a pretty good sight of the puppet which also made her body tremble slightly,but it wasn’t out of fear….no it was out of pure enjoyment. Was this the climax he brought to the table. She was trembling with pure excitement,she would watch this puppet bigger than all of the trees she had made.

She would watch as the arm of the giant puppet would move this being the blade that was similar to that Reaper she had to dodge earlier. The sword was uprooting and destroying trees now as it was making its pathway to her. She bite her thumb as seals was qucikly made her veil helping her remain stationary as her hand will slame onto the ground as the sword was coming. As it would pass a puff of smoke would of been seen before it made contact,as with the many wind force and the trees trunks and branches,was like a gray flying egg as it literally had wings as it rode the force and was in the air. This was the Steel Dragon Ramoth in it’s Complete defense state. The attack of the sword would of seem like it would of took Misaki,but she was within the Dragons Steel exterior body.

As the dragon flapped it’s wings it will start to unravel showing something strange a bright light,the light so bright it would of put the sun to shame. The dragon being thirty meters in the air as the woman within it will open her eyes. Scales decorating part of her body as lightning crackled over her. She was a good twenty meters from the hume puppet,she will jump up as Ramoth will open her mouth releasing a giant roar which Misaki used as a boost to push her high into the air the speed she was going could be called unmatchable. She was in Dragon Slayer Mode,this was one of her strongest aces to exist. Her armor will change this time it shifted to Lightning Empress,not only did her Mode and Armor increased her power they also made any lightning attack she used to be given extra power. as she was twenty meters above the puppet a trial of lightning would be at the corner of her mouth as her chest would be slightly stuck out,she was aiming to split this puppet right down the middle.

At this time the sword was still cutting down the trees,which showed just how fast she moved due to her previous armor her speed was increased and now she was in this one. “Rairyu no Hoko”with those thoughts said she will open her mouth,releasing a thirty meter wide blast straight down towards the puppet,the blast was pure lightning as it was shot downwards in an attempt to split the puppet in two and erupt it into a twenty meter wide ord of pure lightning. She moved her head a bit to have the blast move with it showing she was attempting to split the creation in two. As the blast finishes she will be caught by her Steel dragon quickly before she fell down to the now burning forest. The back of her hand will wipe the corner of her mouth as smoke was easing from it,her eyes paying attention to see if her attack had any affect at all as she was on her dragon twenty meters above this huge puppet.
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Re: The first of many

Post by Psychosis on Thu Jan 08, 2015 5:54 pm

Well that was rude of him, to send the path back into Kamui before he even got a chance to act. Oh well, he had not closed the portal yet so it only delayed the inevitable. At least that was what Kuro believed, up until the puppet man turned into a giant susanoo puppet. Oh look, Misaki summoned a dragon too. Was he the only person here with basic abilities. Overpowered abilities, yes, but basic nonetheless. Seriously, giant puppets, dragons, hand-fires, what was next, a giant ball of light-Apparently Misaki read his mind, because there was a giant... thing that she had launched from her mouth. He presumed it was lightning, given the color, but at this point, he could believe it was just gas, which would lead him to questioning the fuck she ate. That would be an amusing conversation, but one for a later date.

Kuro saw the fire coming towards him and did something special because of it. With the portal that had been over Zento still open, though it was now behind the puppet, Kuro developed a plan in an instant. Teleporting into Kamui fully, instead of simply phasing, he avoided the fire, though it would appear he had not, especially as his eyes had been wide in what could be called panic. It was closer to shock and confusion from the fact that a fucking dragon had been summoned. Only Misaki... At least the giant puppet could be compared to susanoo, but a dragon, one durable enough to even take that kind of pressure... Impressive, he had to admit. Made him just a tad jealous if he was honest. With only himself as a summon, he was rather screwed for that part of it.

The bodies that exited the portal, which closed the instant all three were outside of it, were all Kuro's paths, and each one had a weapon. For this instance, Kuro had switched Hei's role on his paths to Deva, mostly for safety. The three paths each had different appearances and weapons. Himura had Lucifer strapped to his back, and proceeded to throw all six swords he had in his hands towards the head of the puppet. The next path, one Urahara Kisuke, who looked exactly as one would expect, had Yoru in his right hand, jumping downward in an attempt to slice the puppet in the back in an attempt to spread Amaterasu all over the location of the slice. His final path, Hei, the current Deva path, was carrying Iseibuin, a staff made to enhance Rinnegan abilities. Hei channeled a simple Shinra Tensei through the staff, aiming just right to push the puppet upwards. Though it may not kill the thing, it should at least push it upward and knock the balance of the monstrosity off. Seriously, first a screaming baby, then a grim reaper, then a giant puppet, and finally a dragon. This was quickly becoming something out of a fairy tail.
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Re: The first of many

Post by Zento on Fri Jan 09, 2015 1:32 am

The giant puppet was amused. He Watched at a giant dragon would appear from out of no where almost and doge his attack with great speed. The puppet changing his body around and changing in size knowing the man had the sharningan and kamui, he was more than planned that he would doge him. He had to think though on where he could possibly be. The body finally changing as it appeared to be skinnier than before and wings appearing on his back. His size shrinking a bit. and then an eye appearing in the middle where the wings come out of his back. Noticing that there was still the portal open and a few people coming out. There was only one plan to do.

The puppet would charge forward at the attack and flap his wings to throw off the motion of the people behind him and duck down to doge the rods coming at him. Then putting his hand out showing a huge seal in the palm as the lightning slammed into it. This being the work of a proper sized sealing puppet he made for moments like this. The lightning stopping in his hand as he was pushed back a bit then the lightning disappeared.

spinning around with great speed like the dragon that was once there, used his wings to create a giant gust of wind to throw everything around him into the air and fly away. then thrusting the arm that caught the lighting point blank at the fake bodies that was not really the man. "RELEASE!" Zento boomed as the lighting shot out again point blank to the fake body closest to the ground that tried to throw him into the air. Knowing he didn't have the sharingan ability, the body would most likely turn into nothing but ash.

Zento speaking calmly as the once training area that turned into a forest, is now nothing but a waist land with fire burning all around where Zento stood. Like a demon looking down on the mortals who's souls burn in the underworld. The voice booming again through the land. "YOU CAN NOT DEFEAT ME! YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE ONCE BEFORE BUT IT HAS BEEN LOST AND SCATTERED INTO THE WINDS! YOUR RESOURCES  ARE RUNNING LOW, YOUR POWER FADING EVER SO SLOWLY. YOUR IDEAS ARE GOING BLANK. YOU CAN TRY AGAIN TOMORROW AND THE NEXT DAY. AND EVEN FOR A THOUSAND YEARS AND YOU WILL ALWAYS END THE DAY THE SAME!"
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