Blood on the Sand[Private, Teiji]

Another restless night. Instead of staying in his new home he was now living in like he usually did, tonight he was venturing the sands of Sunagakure. He found it only appropriate to become accustomed to the sites it had to offer and what services it had. Of course at this hour none of these services were open, but Shinji was just passing by anyhow. But because of the wee hours he was exploring in, he knew he could be mistaken for a thief or criminal. In case someone was planning an ambush, Shinji would keep his senses sharp. He was a wanted ninja, so it was only fitting.

After about 15 minutes he found himself at the village cemetery. There were about fifty headstones laid out in a 5x10 plot. Each with about 2 meters of space until the next. None of the headstones were unique, they all looked like the typical curved stone peeking at the height of about 3 feet. On the outer edge of the graveyard was a craggy cliff, which reached about 20 meters high, looking down at the lost souls.

Sand still beneath his feet, he walked to examine the headstones. None of the names stood out to him, not to his surprise, but it was still humbling and a bit sad to see all the shinobi that were labeled K.I.A. Maybe one day he would end up at such. Who knew.

Taking a break from his trekking, Shinji climbed the cliff and decided to enjoy the night air. The breezes were much more welcomed at these hours. They weren't the typical hot gust of wind, they actually had intention to cool down ones features. Now with his legs draped over the cliff, sitting with the graveyard in front of him, he just enjoyed his alone time. Or what he assumed was his alone time.

Traitors, traitors everywhere. The Anbu Captain was paranoid, and for good reason and with the news that there was a new Mizukage suddenly the idea of slighting a whole nation for a ninja who had already betrayed another nation seemed asinine to B. So instead he found himself waiting on a cliff above the graveyard with his eyes peeled. B was dressed in full Anbu gear, his black spandex blended in with the night which was moonless and thus hide his figure along with the jagged cliff from anyone who would peer upward. The light from the stars were enough to light up the graveyard below but unless someone came up to the cliff they would not notice the prone figure whos face was painted black in non reflective paint. There was no scent on B either, he made not a sound even when he saw the Genin come in with Samehada on his back. Now the genin moved around the gravestones which was...unfortunate for him.

The morning before the trap was laid, B had molded many clay forms. Not his normal clay forms mind you, but gravestones.  The names were completely random and most said KIA but the Anbu Captain but they were his clay dolls, while normally they were shaped like animals for more versatility this time it was not hard to shape them into the gravestones. Naturally when Shinji examined the first gravestone it exploded his face was close enough to exam the name and unless he somehow was able to weave a single sign faster than the ninjutsu master B then his whole head would be blasted completely off and his shoulders and collarbones would end up looking more like hamburger and his body would end up slumping to the ground. If the explosion worked then B would descend from the cliff and grab both the sword and the body intent on returning them to Kiri. If it did not work however the remaining gravestones would morph into birds and fly at Shinji exploding time after time until all fifty were gone or Shinji was dead.

[Exit]


242

Teiji had been walking to the cemetary for one sole purpose, to visit somebody, a person whom when nobody believed in him this man did. He was the type of guy that took in a little kid and did not even think about his own personal benefit in the whole situation. The man is the one who taught Teiji whom he was and what he was capable of and at the least he deserved a visit from his son from time to time. The man was not Teiji's real dad but he might as well have been, he treated him like one and raised him as such. Now this grave yard unlike the majority of Suna actually had dirt, or soild whichever you prefered. It was strange yes but it gave one the feel that it was a real cemetary as apposed to a wasteland in which people had died or whatever. Teiji had been there when they lowered his adoptive father's casket into the ground, in fact he was the only one their which made the event even worse. Teiji remembered he didnt have much money so he had the smallest grave for his adoptive father and it read You will be loved forever a great father and sensei -Kuishu

Teiji couldnt stare at the grave for too long for fear he would break out in tears, just thinking about it made him almost cry and he wasnt even there yet. Teiji had came toward the cemetary at a road not usually traveled as his home was in the opposite direction so thats how he usually got here. Before Teiji walked down the cliff and to the graveyard to his side from his periphrial vision he noticed a sort of form in the darkness not to far away from him. He turned his head and still it was hard to make out what exactly the man was, was he a terrorist? Perhaps an attacking ninja? Or maybe he was watching over the graveyard. Teiji was not sure exactly what this form was but then he heard an explosion at the graveyard and it had to have been the figures doing. He saw a boy in the graveyard whom appeared to have gotten caught in the blast so the conclusion Teiji was left with was the man before him had killed the boy in the graveyard, but why?

"Hey, did, you kill him?" Teiji would ask hoping for a response. After a short pause he would state "i'm a Suna Genin could you please identify yourself?" If the man tried to attack him Teiji would be ready but if he just responded Teiji would prefered not to have resorted to violence nor random killing as he deemed it no neccessary in nearly any situation. Teiji was about 5 meters away from the figure up on the cliff.

Making his way to the well lit graveyard, Shinji was about to escape the shadowy veil cast around the cemetery. This was the safe eerie blanket of darkness that was hugging the cliff, but Shinji hesitated. Why? Because something wasn't correct. He was glad he wasn't foolish enough to venture around Sunagakure at the past midnight hours with his guard down and without Samehada. Because without the blades unappeasable hunger, Shinji wouldn't be aware of the threat that was hiding in the shadows.

Samehada shuddered and cringed organically, signalling a strong opponent was lurking around, but who and where? Shinji scanned the lit graveyard and saw no one. He knew walking out into the lit area would only set him up for an ambush, so he remained in the shadows."Not in the graveyard at least I can't see him, and Samehada didn't start freaking out until I got here. That cliff looks like a great spot to set up an attack. Hidden in shadows looking over such a sore thumb of an area and the elevation makes it a vantage point."  Hidden in the same darkness, but across from the area the target was suspected to be in, Shinji thought of his options. He could run and call it a day or he could fight this entity. He knew he wasn't powerful and running was in his mind, but he felt it was time to make a stand. The Kazekage had trusted him with the title as a Sunagakure Genin and he couldn't disappoint her. It very well could be an ally up there, but why would they hide in their own village? "He's after my bounty! Shinji fired through his mind, with a sweat beginning to form on his brow. It made sense to him. Maybe the Mizukage had tracked his location and sent Anbu after him. He peered into the darkness as if he could see the figure, who also couldn't see him.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he withdrew a single kunai making not a sound and slid his finger in the open loop. He then replicated this action three more times, until his right hand's fingers were all occupied with kunai. Decent potency, but not enough. The vibe Shinji was getting from this chakra was something else, so drastic measures were needed. Silently clothing the four kunai's handles with three bomb tags each(twelve in total), Shinji felt a bit more prepared. But he wasn't done there, still in the shadowy veil, he formed the half tiger seal, activating his Coy Blade jutsu. This would allow Shinji's weapons to be thrown and swung at much faster speeds than normal. With him being a Kenjutsu Adept, the blades would already be thrown faster than the chakra signature could move, or perviece(having no CS in Taijutsu or Kenjutsu). They would also be tossed with absolute silence, thanks to the Coy Blade jutsu.

With a typical headstone in a graveyard being about one meter and each being two meters apart, that made about three meters worth of space from the beginning of one headstone to the beginning of the next. The row of five headstones was facing Shinji, so that put roughly fifteen meters in between him and the foot of the cliff. Not foolish enough, thanks to Samehada, to run into the seemingly lifeless graveyard, Shinji made a chakra reinforced leap into the air. This leap concealed by the ominous shadow, placed him about eight meters high into the air. Another Half-Tiger seal was formed, activating his Ghost Step technique. The Ghost Step gave him another ten meters, positioning him eighteen meters high and still hidden.

With one swift movement, his left hand would reach back and latch onto Samehada. Shinji would graciously pay the chakra toll and extend the now blade towards the cliff side. He would remove the blade quickly, but safely allowing it to do him no harm more than the chakra toll of using the blade. The blade being "alive" in a sense, would use its ability to be used as a flail in collaboration with its greed, to stretch and locate the hidden foe. A bit heavy, but with speed boosted via eliminated friction, from the Coy Blade jutsu, it would arrive in roughly one second. But sadly the blade couldn't stretch as far as Shinji expected. Only reaching about ten meters out into the graveyard, but in seemingly an instant. The contorting of Samehada's organic frame would guide Shinji to his next attack, which would be immediately after Samehada would point at the hiding force. With blade still being in Shinji's left hand, he would harden it, to make it act as this pointer. Aiming greedily towards the strong chakra signature that it is so eager to taste and two meters above. Samehada would also move itself to continue to point at the foe given movement was made, maybe out of generosity or maybe out of greed.

Confidently extending his right arm in front of him right after Samehada pointed, Shinji would allow the four kunai to slide off of his fingers safely and with precision and speed. Enhanced with the Coy Blade jutsu, they would move at a pace faster than even a Taijutsu adept, letting them reach their targeted destination in much under a second, with the typical throwing knife traveling 15m/s. Thanks to Samehada, Shinji would have knowledge of to where the foe is and the kunai would be tossed in that location, even if movement was made. Because of the lighting, the kunai would barely even flicker in the starlight to warn the foe, this being because of the travel speed of the blades.

For a maximum area of effect the kunai would be tossed in a small spread centered around the location Samehada was pointing. Using his mind eye, like everyone possessed, Shinji would imagine a human body at the end of Samehada. One blade would be aimed directly above the targets head, one slightly off the targets right arm, one slightly off the left arm, and the last at the targets chest. Knowing the throw speed of his weapons, Shinji would detonate the twelve tags when they reached the darkness across from him. If his strike landed, the target would be severely dismembered and ultimately killed. With much less than a second given to dodge, Shinji would be amazed and maybe even love for dodge to be employed. It would completely boggle his mind.

Again with his target waiting on the cliff, hidden in the same darkness he was in, but adjacent, Shinji felt his plan was fool proof and also executed to his best ability. Combining all of his actions, it would take about six to seven seconds. Only one and some measly change of those seconds would be visually seen.

OOC Note:

Jutsu Used:

Items Used:

Feel free to check on my weapon amounts, I purchased a crap load like a week ago in my updates.

Chakra Remaining: 163-10 from Samehada-25 from two rank jutsu used and Ninjutsu adept reduction= 128

Loading...


Request archived, permission granted.


AMEN

To truly understand ones self one must divulge upon a path of self enlightenment a journey through the soul as it were. One may call it an inward inflection, others soul searching, and yet other still are ignorant of the whole concept. It appeared that the one fell into the other category for if you do not know thineself, how can thou knoweth thine enemy? Yay though few may journey through the valley of death, who among them can say they have no fear? Those with their god? They may claim it, but how true is the statement that stymies from the above? For what is life but a myriad of pathways for one to launch their soul upon? One foot in front of the other leading on a journey, a destination different to each. To their own, a goal and inside that goal is eternal bliss. One cannot rush down their pathway lest they find themselves upon a pathway they did not wish to be upon. To fall prey to a self-indulgent spew of pathetic idiocracy much like this small one did. One should note that one would never refer to B, nay instead one must keep in mind the careful composure in which this piece if written. A hair out of the line out of the place, and disaster would await. Some could not control that which they would comprehend and thusly find themselves lost in a muddled confounded pile of excrement the color of black. Minds faltering, piecing together puzzles that do not fit together. Calling a blue horse red, calling a white dog green, calling the sky the ground. All that and more has happened upon occasion and more than once will certainly happen again. For who are those to think of such, futile efforts and such wrongness that they would not and could not hope for any different. One would certainly be lost in oneself, would the action occur? Was it all just in one’s mind? Would the follow up exist, would it ring true, or was it in fact falsity from the very outset. With that in mind one would reassess the situation and perhaps find oneself with a lack of time in which to decide. Snap choices would have to be made from time to time, but when was it time to decide and when was it time to ponder? A tricky and risky question that one, the writing on the wall would betray it all of course. The truth was there, one simply had to look and examine, one would have to fall upon the right mindset before losing patience and sanity. But the show had just begun, it was not too late nor not to soon to even try to ponder through. The twists and turns and pockets and caves and well what was right, what was wrong? Who was that to decide, unfortunately not the one. No instead it was left to one smarter than that, someone much better whom could comprehend the blather and pick the wheat from the chaff. However back upon the journeys, which path would be the best. Before someone are a plethora of choices each different in their own right. Some easy, some hard which was the best one though? Could it be the easy path for once? Perhaps, that is not for B to say. Instead one must look and decide for ones self where it would be of the possibility in perhaps that would be not up to ones self. The body is another interesting thing, so frail and yet strong a tender and delicate flower that could spring into action and become deadlier than steel. Like a body a mind too must be trained and one without proper training one could never hope to unlock the labyrinth within ones self. But of course it is obvious that one did not, instead preferring the self-decadence spoke of elsewhere. To float on the stream of life would one need a boat, a balloon, or a pillow? One of three and three in one under the blood soaked crimson sun one would not be able to see ever again for the time had come for the three to undo the one in the night before the sun it was done in expedient expedition. One would not be able to keep up. No it was over before it begun and of course done before the sun the veil would lift and life would piece snuffed out cut short before the person who was in fact now a god. Who lived and who died at the hands of this new found diety would be decided by one person, and one person alone. B. A flick of the wrist, a twist of the tongue and all that someone had created could be undone. How foolish it was now to provoke such an onslaught? Start, stop, skip and punch jump and crunch a munch. The three had become one and the one had become three, the nearer had been the latter and the latter had been the nearer that was the beauty of B’s creation. Of course the true glory found within could only be appreciated by B himself but two went to scout of the new sensation a footpad. It was odd after all, that one would take so long to get to him before such a loud noise. Still the one was young and not the target, not that this one was any wiser. No just as foolish as before, with the personality and intuitiveness of a door. Of course being out and about was no minor thing at the time in which the table was set and the guests were ushered outward into the expansive nothingness that B would provide for one, perhaps another. Purple pipes of pleasuring pickles poop upon a prepped precipice precipitating the poor patheticness of the pallor of the one. A slight breeze a change of pace would be what would win this race but it was not thought of to spark the debate, instead it would just be a ran down simulation of expectations which melted and blended from here and until the end. When one could see, and one could not one must get close unto the spot close enough for fear to see what happens inside every you and me. A poem set, a mirror slashed and nobody unto which the time will not pass. For one to step outside the box one must evaluate if the box was real at all in the first place, one would think and one would try but one wrong move and one would die. The table was set, the guests invited to join everyones beloved departed. Fun was had, and had again one would love to suck off some men, that one of course being shinji. Impossible it was for the thing to feel him without him being there of course. A squeal would not be heard for tongue was needed, departed from the mouth that was not breeded or is it breed or bread or mend or fend? However it was clear that this was the end, try though he might and try though he did the one was after all just a kid. Outclassed, outpowered, against one truly ancient what else could be expected from this occasion? Look inside and you will see, neither you and neither me. The weapons were set to be launched but whether they did was up to someone who rhymes with B. What flies by day, and stays by night but is enough to cause a fright? The answer to that you see is the shape of things to be. A start up quick and then a flash but would that time come to pass? Not if the actions were performed substandard, after all one must be within the right set parameters for it to set off. You see the thing with explosives and the thing with writing is that preciseness is key. Flying fingers formed a trap of earth for the one who would come to question. Done before the talk by half again the distance. One thing slightly off and what you wanted to happen will not, so of course that causes a mess of junk but another thing was not to be thunk. The sword would be unable to tell the boy a thing. Specifically speaking the technicalities of such things would needed to be listed and charted out among a grouping in which to categorize things. Now what else was there to do…Ah but of course the explanation is nowhere near done just scratched the surface. Now explosives are tricky, while they are set off by chakra they themselves are not in fact chakra. No they are more physical than chakra flames, or water made by chakra and while chakra is greatly needed it is just for a fleeting moment. B was luckily not a beast of chakra nor was he a swordsmen. Unlike the others which need sustenance the sustainable period is before the attack itself. You see the normal approaches to dealing with a chakra based attack would have to be reworked around this fact. As such nothing sucking would work after the explosion occurred instead one would have to attempt to stop the explosion. The caster themselves would also have to be wary of this. Explosions while like a fierce fighter could be misled to end up biting the hand that fed them, however this did not happen at all this time. It was not even close, no matter what rules were broken to try and do so. You see try though it might, the god above would not be able to modify the occurrences below. In fact it would be foolish to do so, and would only garner more hate towards a hated being. The time was taken and thus the factors were set in place for one to set and it caused the fate now being detailed for all to see.

-Exit-

Spoiler:

In the sensory link I posted it said samehada helped him hunt big chakra signatures actually. But don't matter I'm dead or at least I don't have enough cares to fathom a counter. Good match if it was considered a match. I really wanted a volcanoe bage so badly q.q.

Change shinji's color to deceased please.

border="0" alt="Naruto Normal" style="position:absolute; top: 0px; right: 0px;" />