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Phasing in and out of existence, was a man dressed in a primarily white outfit. As the falling snow seemingly tried to mask his presence, he was ungrateful and paid no mind to it. His footsteps gave birth to light crunches in the probably . . . 4-5 inch deep blanket of innocent white and his breathes gave life to ghastly appearing clouds as the short lived masses died out in the frigid air. One thing this man, better put teen, did thank the snow for was the lack of the need of a water bottle or another form of hydration. Every angel kiss of a flake that touched his skin was graciously soaked into his body and would be anxiously used in the future.
The future however was now. As the frame draped in a white yukata with an aquatic pattern lacing the ends of its length stopped in the snow, it seemed as if the very fabric of time followed suit. There was only one thing that remain consistent and that was the down fall of ivory snow. Sharp razor like fangs flashed as a single hand moved into the summer kimono and withdrew an oni mask,specifically his Anbu Mask. This covering was not a simple attempt to hide his identity however, it was a completely new one. With this demon's frozen expression covering his face, he would allow his inner evil and talent for murder bless the world once more. His knees bent, as his frame nearly grazed the snow like an arctic feline stalking prey. No noise was made, as the masked man froze again halting time, until the unmistakable sound of ninja tabi against wood echoed in the desolate world of white. "The targets . . ." Another sound trickled into the still atmosphere, this being produced from masked man as his lips parted and spread to the ends of his face in a devilish smile.
Two blades resided on the mans persona. One housed bits of frost on its metal sheathe as the other endured the cold with the reliability of a Senju. The footsteps against the dark wood trees drew closer and another cloud was emitted from the masked mans being. The cloud split into two entities however, parting on each side of the oni's face similar to how the antique dragons billowed smoke. His heart thumped with anxiety for a fresh kill and he nearly shouted like a schoolgirl when the traveling ninja came into sight. Visions of actions labeled as taboo clouded his mind, before he came back into reality from the sound of a familiar voice. A small squeak was made, as he failed at holding back his excitement, but the squeak wasn't loud enough for the ninja's to hear. Usually he wouldn't be this uneasy about a kill, but lately with the Festival of Peace cursing the land of ninjas again, purging enemy shinobi from existence hadn't been as normal as it usually was.
Still in his crouched stance the demon was unseen as his white clothing allowed him to blend in with his home. The targets however were poorly camouflaged as their stone grey cloaks did little for them. Anxious, the demon was as his targets came closer and closer. His white hair swayed as a light gust came by, but his frame remained frozen. Only the demented smile of the demon was visible and underneath the demented smile, was only another. His hands longed for a blades handle, but he pondered on which to choose as he waited in antagonizing anticipation for the two ninja's to enter his area of malice. There was the greatsword Holmgang. A blade that had been bathe and showered in the blood of many. Then the underestimated and simple chokuto Sakana. It had been in the demon's possession for more than a decade and helped crafted this teen into the ninja he is today. Lastly there was Kiga. Then newest edition to the sadistic family a wakizashi, that had given life to a side of the teen he hadn't knew he possessed. The length of the blade made his encounters very personal and much more intimate than usual. Something that would shake the psyche of most, but that wasn't what this male was. He was far from the category of most, he was regarded as the reincarnate of Momochi Zabuza and his forefathers Suigetsu and Mangetsu Hozuki.
A slow and analytical nod led the prodigies hand to the blade of choice. The feeling of frost on the handle, gave the teen goosebumps as did the feeling of the gut wrenching moment drawing near. His grip tightened and his crouch lowered a bit more readying his joints for the assault. His right hand reaching back on the handle of Kiga, that rested on the back of his hip, the cold titanium of the blade tasted flakes of snow. The left hand of the being in the oni mask was steady at the center of his torso until the stone colored cloth was in range. The Half-Tiger handsign left the space that was occupied by the assassin empty, as he moved at an upward angle to share an ebony tree branch with two unsuspecting ninja's.
The once desolate snowy woods, for a time as long as a raspy cry, were given life as one was ironically taken. Crimson liquid slid onto Kiga's cold metal until it was violently ripped away from the preys throat with the pull of a back handed grip. Droplets of warm red blood melted the snow beneath like strawberry flavoring for snow cones. The assassin licked his lips beneath his oni mask at the thought. He would be sure to treat himself to a snow cone or two at the Festival of Peace after this encounter was finished. With the first targeted life force was on his way to the pearly gates, the second responded by jumping down into the snow. His partner soon joined him as his soon to be corpse fell forward off the tree branch into the snow. His body was engulfed in the inches of snow that littered the ground as his blood was soaked into the litter.
The wielder of Kiga turned to examine his next victim as he noted the first was slowly being covered by the snow fall. "Wh-Why are you doing this?! This is a time of peace! The Festival of Peace is going on as I speak does this mean nothing to you?! The shinobi's voice sounded troubled and genuinely curious, the assassin having no intentions of letting him live, he was obliged to answer his last questions. "If I don't kill, I won't be at peace. Think of your teammates death and yours as a blessing to the shinobi world, for you have satisfied my hunger for couple hours." "Trash like you doesn't deserve to exist in this world. Peace has finally been created and scum like you only seek to ruin the hard work others have put in. The only blessing I'll be doing is taking you off the face of this world."
If only the oni mask could display the true feelings of the assassin. The words the enemy shinobi had said truly invigorated him. The determination and the talk of peace really got the demon in the mood for dismembering after a leisure death. Or maybe dismembering would be the cause of death. It would all be discovered soon, for the murderer was ready for seconds. The enigmatic frame leaped off the branch with angst and swung his blade at the mans chest. Kiga was now being wielded traditionally in a front hand grip, but failed to indulge in flesh as the shinobi back stepped. Only prolonging the inevitable, the shinobi paced through handsigns and touched the earth with both hands when his feet landed in the snow. Being proactive and assuming the ninja was from Iwagakure from the color of his cloak, the Yukigakure ninja had already disappeared from existence leaving only his two weapons behind.
The jutsu employed was then halted, but the stop was sloppy as the earth rumbled a bit signifying the mans poor chakra control. Where did the assassin go? He had faded into the realm of ivory, but he only roamed in the grounds of the white, not the skies or the originators snow. Unnoticeable in the current way things were working, a puddle of water shifted through the snow and positioned itself behind its foe. The ninja was heavily confused and obviously didn't know what to do. He was probably of Chunin level, considering he let his eyes off of a person trying to kill him, in the heat of battle. The small moment of time, the ninja took to look down before placing his hands on the earth, was exploited by the Anbu Member and had sealed the deal of the already one sided battle.
Only silence was heard as a frame with a demons mask solidified from water behind the prey. But instead of returning alone, the demon brought an instrument of murder with him. The new addition to the assassins being was a monstrous blade proportionate to its holders size. The weapon was wrapped eloquently in bandages on the killers back, until his grip on the handle commanded them to loosen and fall. As they made a soft noise from touching the snow, the Iwagakure ninja began to turn his head, but it was too late. The ninja hadn't even turned around the whole way before the man sized metal beast was gruesomely brought down onto his frame. Only an exhale of cold oxygen reinforced the swing from the blade master, as another kill was squeezed onto the board, that was more than full.
Painting the snow would be an understatement as the scenery was literally redecorated with ruby liquid. No scream was heard, maybe because no one else was around to hear it or because the assassins ears were closed to the cries of his foes. Both being true, neither were the case for no cry was made. The slaughter was done clean in terms of stealth, but not in the terms of leaving no traces. Eventually however, the snow would cover all traces of the murder and even the bodies like it had countless times before.
With the same hand that placed it upon his face, the mask of the demon was removed, but a mirrored expression was plastered onto the face that was underneath. Re-bandaging up his mighty sword and reequipping the others, the assassin decided to switch roles. He had finished that of the predator and he was ready to be the consumer. His daggers for teeth soon was painted with red as he devoured the bodies of his fallen foes. Leaving barely any for the earth to decompose, the cannibal washed his face with the moisture of fallen snow.
Meatless skeletons were left at what the teen would call a diner. All the belongings were destroyed and hidden unless they were of value. If the meal were to be presented on a map, the tracker would only find themselves in the middle of nowhere in the Land of Snow. Far off from any village of civilization, the location was rarely even a path of travel. Only one witness lived and that was always the case in these scenarios with this one. The witness being him and always being him. It wasn't about keeping a secret, it was about the simple art of murdering. Nothing else. Of course if his acts of cannibalism were publicized it could and most likely would turn heads, but the action that would follow probably would bother the black soul. It would only make his will to live burn brighter and make his freedom to express and dine more frequent or at least more known. He had never held himself back in fear of being found out and never would he.
Three blade visible on his person and his mask back inside his yukata, the teen simply smiled as he started his journey to the Festival of Peace with a full stomach and the taste for strawberry snow cones.
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The future however was now. As the frame draped in a white yukata with an aquatic pattern lacing the ends of its length stopped in the snow, it seemed as if the very fabric of time followed suit. There was only one thing that remain consistent and that was the down fall of ivory snow. Sharp razor like fangs flashed as a single hand moved into the summer kimono and withdrew an oni mask,specifically his Anbu Mask. This covering was not a simple attempt to hide his identity however, it was a completely new one. With this demon's frozen expression covering his face, he would allow his inner evil and talent for murder bless the world once more. His knees bent, as his frame nearly grazed the snow like an arctic feline stalking prey. No noise was made, as the masked man froze again halting time, until the unmistakable sound of ninja tabi against wood echoed in the desolate world of white. "The targets . . ." Another sound trickled into the still atmosphere, this being produced from masked man as his lips parted and spread to the ends of his face in a devilish smile.
Two blades resided on the mans persona. One housed bits of frost on its metal sheathe as the other endured the cold with the reliability of a Senju. The footsteps against the dark wood trees drew closer and another cloud was emitted from the masked mans being. The cloud split into two entities however, parting on each side of the oni's face similar to how the antique dragons billowed smoke. His heart thumped with anxiety for a fresh kill and he nearly shouted like a schoolgirl when the traveling ninja came into sight. Visions of actions labeled as taboo clouded his mind, before he came back into reality from the sound of a familiar voice. A small squeak was made, as he failed at holding back his excitement, but the squeak wasn't loud enough for the ninja's to hear. Usually he wouldn't be this uneasy about a kill, but lately with the Festival of Peace cursing the land of ninjas again, purging enemy shinobi from existence hadn't been as normal as it usually was.
Still in his crouched stance the demon was unseen as his white clothing allowed him to blend in with his home. The targets however were poorly camouflaged as their stone grey cloaks did little for them. Anxious, the demon was as his targets came closer and closer. His white hair swayed as a light gust came by, but his frame remained frozen. Only the demented smile of the demon was visible and underneath the demented smile, was only another. His hands longed for a blades handle, but he pondered on which to choose as he waited in antagonizing anticipation for the two ninja's to enter his area of malice. There was the greatsword Holmgang. A blade that had been bathe and showered in the blood of many. Then the underestimated and simple chokuto Sakana. It had been in the demon's possession for more than a decade and helped crafted this teen into the ninja he is today. Lastly there was Kiga. Then newest edition to the sadistic family a wakizashi, that had given life to a side of the teen he hadn't knew he possessed. The length of the blade made his encounters very personal and much more intimate than usual. Something that would shake the psyche of most, but that wasn't what this male was. He was far from the category of most, he was regarded as the reincarnate of Momochi Zabuza and his forefathers Suigetsu and Mangetsu Hozuki.
A slow and analytical nod led the prodigies hand to the blade of choice. The feeling of frost on the handle, gave the teen goosebumps as did the feeling of the gut wrenching moment drawing near. His grip tightened and his crouch lowered a bit more readying his joints for the assault. His right hand reaching back on the handle of Kiga, that rested on the back of his hip, the cold titanium of the blade tasted flakes of snow. The left hand of the being in the oni mask was steady at the center of his torso until the stone colored cloth was in range. The Half-Tiger handsign left the space that was occupied by the assassin empty, as he moved at an upward angle to share an ebony tree branch with two unsuspecting ninja's.
The once desolate snowy woods, for a time as long as a raspy cry, were given life as one was ironically taken. Crimson liquid slid onto Kiga's cold metal until it was violently ripped away from the preys throat with the pull of a back handed grip. Droplets of warm red blood melted the snow beneath like strawberry flavoring for snow cones. The assassin licked his lips beneath his oni mask at the thought. He would be sure to treat himself to a snow cone or two at the Festival of Peace after this encounter was finished. With the first targeted life force was on his way to the pearly gates, the second responded by jumping down into the snow. His partner soon joined him as his soon to be corpse fell forward off the tree branch into the snow. His body was engulfed in the inches of snow that littered the ground as his blood was soaked into the litter.
The wielder of Kiga turned to examine his next victim as he noted the first was slowly being covered by the snow fall. "Wh-Why are you doing this?! This is a time of peace! The Festival of Peace is going on as I speak does this mean nothing to you?! The shinobi's voice sounded troubled and genuinely curious, the assassin having no intentions of letting him live, he was obliged to answer his last questions. "If I don't kill, I won't be at peace. Think of your teammates death and yours as a blessing to the shinobi world, for you have satisfied my hunger for couple hours." "Trash like you doesn't deserve to exist in this world. Peace has finally been created and scum like you only seek to ruin the hard work others have put in. The only blessing I'll be doing is taking you off the face of this world."
If only the oni mask could display the true feelings of the assassin. The words the enemy shinobi had said truly invigorated him. The determination and the talk of peace really got the demon in the mood for dismembering after a leisure death. Or maybe dismembering would be the cause of death. It would all be discovered soon, for the murderer was ready for seconds. The enigmatic frame leaped off the branch with angst and swung his blade at the mans chest. Kiga was now being wielded traditionally in a front hand grip, but failed to indulge in flesh as the shinobi back stepped. Only prolonging the inevitable, the shinobi paced through handsigns and touched the earth with both hands when his feet landed in the snow. Being proactive and assuming the ninja was from Iwagakure from the color of his cloak, the Yukigakure ninja had already disappeared from existence leaving only his two weapons behind.
The jutsu employed was then halted, but the stop was sloppy as the earth rumbled a bit signifying the mans poor chakra control. Where did the assassin go? He had faded into the realm of ivory, but he only roamed in the grounds of the white, not the skies or the originators snow. Unnoticeable in the current way things were working, a puddle of water shifted through the snow and positioned itself behind its foe. The ninja was heavily confused and obviously didn't know what to do. He was probably of Chunin level, considering he let his eyes off of a person trying to kill him, in the heat of battle. The small moment of time, the ninja took to look down before placing his hands on the earth, was exploited by the Anbu Member and had sealed the deal of the already one sided battle.
Only silence was heard as a frame with a demons mask solidified from water behind the prey. But instead of returning alone, the demon brought an instrument of murder with him. The new addition to the assassins being was a monstrous blade proportionate to its holders size. The weapon was wrapped eloquently in bandages on the killers back, until his grip on the handle commanded them to loosen and fall. As they made a soft noise from touching the snow, the Iwagakure ninja began to turn his head, but it was too late. The ninja hadn't even turned around the whole way before the man sized metal beast was gruesomely brought down onto his frame. Only an exhale of cold oxygen reinforced the swing from the blade master, as another kill was squeezed onto the board, that was more than full.
Painting the snow would be an understatement as the scenery was literally redecorated with ruby liquid. No scream was heard, maybe because no one else was around to hear it or because the assassins ears were closed to the cries of his foes. Both being true, neither were the case for no cry was made. The slaughter was done clean in terms of stealth, but not in the terms of leaving no traces. Eventually however, the snow would cover all traces of the murder and even the bodies like it had countless times before.
With the same hand that placed it upon his face, the mask of the demon was removed, but a mirrored expression was plastered onto the face that was underneath. Re-bandaging up his mighty sword and reequipping the others, the assassin decided to switch roles. He had finished that of the predator and he was ready to be the consumer. His daggers for teeth soon was painted with red as he devoured the bodies of his fallen foes. Leaving barely any for the earth to decompose, the cannibal washed his face with the moisture of fallen snow.
Meatless skeletons were left at what the teen would call a diner. All the belongings were destroyed and hidden unless they were of value. If the meal were to be presented on a map, the tracker would only find themselves in the middle of nowhere in the Land of Snow. Far off from any village of civilization, the location was rarely even a path of travel. Only one witness lived and that was always the case in these scenarios with this one. The witness being him and always being him. It wasn't about keeping a secret, it was about the simple art of murdering. Nothing else. Of course if his acts of cannibalism were publicized it could and most likely would turn heads, but the action that would follow probably would bother the black soul. It would only make his will to live burn brighter and make his freedom to express and dine more frequent or at least more known. He had never held himself back in fear of being found out and never would he.
Three blade visible on his person and his mask back inside his yukata, the teen simply smiled as he started his journey to the Festival of Peace with a full stomach and the taste for strawberry snow cones.
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Word Count: 2029