The Sacred Stone[Sub Plot, Open, No killing] PT2

Akira had sensed quite the ruckus of chakra spikes near the outer limits of Sunagakure and as the new leader, felt it in her duty to meet with them.  Robed from neck to toe, her shaded kimono would offer little vision to the skin underneath unlike most of the white clothing people wore. She also had her pink hair up in a ponytail as to keep it from streaming down her back to far. Eyeing the city around her she would recall that it had been quite a long time since she took over as Kazekage, all work and no fun it was always miss you mustn't sully yourself with that, paperwork this, the anbu leaders have some important information for you about rogue ninja's or villages having issues. She couldn't tell who they were but she knew that the few chakra signatures were far stronger than most wandering travelers. "Funny I didn't request anyone to meet with me? Oh dear could we possibly be under attack, that wouldn't be a loving thing for them to do if it was the case." Sighing she would walk at her slow paste, being mentally strong as appose to physically made her positioning difficult because unlike the last Kazekage she had reasons to believe that people weren't all to trusting of her yet, but it wasn't like she wanted the roll always looking over her shoulder to make sure her Anbu's weren't prepared to stabbing her in the back. Not that many of them were capable of sneaking up on her, she enjoyed her gifts of perception and deception.

I must admit those who aren't prepared for the elements though of my village aren't commonly comfortable after crossing out strongest defense, second of course to the ninja's of Suna. She glided across the sandy streets of her village till she finally reached the main gates mostly in time to meet the new arrivals. She knew about a few world leaders but some of the minor villages escaped even her. Having noticed a few other sources Akira would blink as she peeked her head out from behind the walls unsure of what precisely was going on. Blinking she noticed as one began using a technique to approach from underneath. She would take a few steps back as the man would appear her eyes standing silently in the shadow as she would watch him talk with on of the guards. "Oh please I'm sure he means us no harm do you?" She wasn't one for subtleties so her charm would immediately offer a glowing presence. "What brings you to my humbled village?" The question was direct and to the point as she began walking toward the man her hand flying up to tell the one who was all but challenging him to stand aside.

Sensing Jutsu:

300-25

OOC: Doing same thing as poncho xD

Zanji sighed as he obediently followed behind the daimiyo of the sound. He had never been to the sand village before and now he had good reason not to come back. It was to damn HOT! He panted  and his face was nearly covered in sweat. It had been days since he and the daimyo had traveled from oto to the land of wind and his body was not liking this heat at all. Though he was sure it was taking more of a toll of a toll on the daimyo since he was a hozuki clansmen. He wiped off his left side of his face with his sleeve and took a swig from his canteen of water from his pack. The cool liquid smoothly hydrating his dried tongue. he was so tempted to just to drink the entire canteen but he was not going to be greedy.  In fact he was gonna be a good person and offer him some. He wiped the cap of the canteen and was about to offer the daimyo when something interesting happened.

He quickly put the cap on the canteen and put it in his pack and  blinked and rubbed his eye and saw there were troops marching towards the gates of suna. His blood began to boil and he was beginning to become extremely excited. He was bouncing on his heels of his feet and  momentarily lost sight of the young lord. He began to count the numbers of enemies and sighed. "What fools these men be don't you think so daimyo-sa.." he blinked and saw the lord dive into the earth and  kicked the ground  and dove after him using his own version of hiding like a mole technique. Hee quickly followed in the tunnel left behind by the lord and stooped short when he was just below the enemy and waited. he was sure the lord went on ahead to check the situation. But he couldn't sit idly by and decided to move down the tunnel and  poked his head up in the ground like a rabbit and saw the lord and sighed with relief. "Ohhh oh you gave me such a fright my lord don't run on ahead alone, you know your not supposed to do that I was worried my lord so what the hell is up with the army of fools shall i deal with them my lord?"

ooc: Internet is being really bad. I apologize but I will be posting with this account!

IC:

Zanji sighed with relief once again as he had finally found the daimyo and kept his head above the ground. He chuckled heartily as the daiymo pointed out there age difference and shook his head. " I may be a little older than you  my lord but i am still in charge of your security and protection and i would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you while on my watch." He shook his head and bowed apologetically to the daimyo then suddenly he smirked.  "Oh I'm fully aware of it that is why I came here to report tabout there movements. It seems there standard military tactic and tropp positions we will be able to take them down with ease."  Zanji reached behind him and grabbed his canteen and tossed it to the daimyo "Drink up my lord drink it all if you want were gonna need you." He turned and faced the women of the village and bowed his head politely to her "Forgive the sudden intrusion my lady we will aid you with these vermin."

Zanji then quickly and comically sunk his head back into the ground like a rabbit and tunneled underneath the ground. He cracked his finger tips and while using the  hiding like a mole jutsu he was able to see everything that was going up above him. He smirked as he quickly positioned himself below the man with the very large double handled sword and remained quiet.  He needed to be quik and precise if he wanted to end this quickly. If he got his hands on this sword first there chances of success would go up immensely. He then shot out his chakra chains and would have them tunnel in the ground surrounding the man with eh sword on all sides.  chuckled happily inside his mind and then shot out the chakra chains at the man with the sword hopefully impaling him  or at the very least trapping him withing the confines of his chakra chains.

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“I have to admit this whole ordeal would appear far worse then it really seems. Apparently they found it necessary to drag out such a large army upon my poor Sunagakure. Not very sporting I must say.And yes Junpei Hozuki Daimyo of the Village Hidden in the Sound, your assumptions are not ill placed.” She would smiled as yet another man seemingly popped out of the sand. “A colleague I presume?” She would state trying to keep a more level head as the tensions outside her gates were quite high. A hand would reach up into her pink hair and begin to rub in a concerted fashion. As the redhead began to banter off praises of his assumable leader it was now Scarlets turn to make a few assumptions. “I assume you know this fellow well enough that you are upon a first name basis. And how terribly rude of me.” She would bow slightly to the two. “I ashamed that you would have to come at such a rampant time but I assume you burrowed through to speak with me about passage of others in your group? Surely they are thirsty but as you can tell we have a miniature embargo.” Not all that worried about the men who were prepared for what seemed to be a siege.

"I'm Akira Scarlet, Kazekage of Sunagakure, Daimyo Junpei." She would respond it up feeling a tad embarrassed. “Vermin you say ah yes that would be delightful if you could render assistance with the ninja’s. I’m sure they can handle it but I enjoy watching newcomers especially ones that are so kind as to help with the troubles of others.” Watching Rubi attack along with the one named Zanji she was quite surprised by his recklessness and how well she responded to such a grimacing display. A promotion might be in order for that one. The young Kazekage smiled enjoying the thought that even the women of her village was as fearless and cunning as ever.

OOC : NPC POST SUMIMASEN!


IC :

Damn Shinobi, they had this weird habit of training kids to fight. The reaction of hand seals was what made him move. Normally hostile actions would be met with an aggressive stance but the little girl in front was just too cute to hurt, at least for now. He responded by moving back a few steps and as a consequence the chakra chains erupted and speared the air not quite latching onto anything. The sword had already been drawn contrary to popular belief. With his free left hand he unlatched his outer cloak throwing it outward to block the advancement of bubbles.

"Rats in the sand boys!"
He would swing the great sword but not before making it change. Chakra would have erupted tracing the shape of the sword and then expanding out. This extended blade he would slash down through his cloak and at Little girl before she could attempt to jump. His men would coat their spears and swords in Chakra then proceed to stab the grounds below them. Poor Zanji in the sands he would be sinking in mud due to the little girl.

"They send kids. My word. Fuck my life."

Zanji growled as the meddling interference of somoene from the surface. It was probably someone from suna always ruining well executed plans. had just cost him his surprise attack. He grumbled and muttered inaudible curses at the interfering person and sighed.  He growled as the man with the legendary sword had his men coat there weapons in chakra. He quickly dove  a half a meter deep under the ground avoiding the blades. He knew he was going to get scolded by the daimyo but he really had no choice those men were moving closer to suna after all but he still disobeyed a  order. He sighed and smacked his head against his palm  and shook his head. HE was going to need to formulate a new plan of attack against these men. He closed his eyes and took a few deep calming breaths and then smiled.

He watched as the daimyo unleashed the power of the legendary blade kusanagi. Oh how he wanted that sword for his own he felt a certain magnetic pull almost to it like it called out to him. He would have that sword one day. He licked his lips and dug towards the  surface moving behind the enemy lines. But just before he surfaced he made the snake hand seal and activated his earth spear jutsu covering his entire body. His skin turning a dark almost coal like appearance. He then quickly and silently breaking the smooth sand and pushed his head band up away from his right eye. He was going to have a little fun with these flunkies. He opened his right eye and sighed and drew his own katana with his right hand and would charge into the fray against the foot soldiers and cut through any remaining soldiers that had survived the daimyos attack. Using his earth speak he was nearly invulnerable and his own physical strength would increase dramatically enough that he would cause craters where he struck with his free hand sending opponents flying as he would punch them when he countered there attacks while using his sharingan he could easily predict where they would attack and counter them and land a offensive hit.

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Fuck my life..... Baki thought. The great legendary sword, Hiramekarei drawn and out in the open, grasped in his burly, muscular hands, he was ready to make his attack on the girl who got in his way. The cloth thrown, it was particularly heavy, literally bringing down the trajectory of the bubble wave with its sheer gravitational weight, causing the chakra-produced jet to fall uselessly on the heated surface, its aim failing to hit the superior Baki in anyway. He had no had this much trouble since those two chicks he bent last week. They kept on struggling and yelling in bed, which annoyed the shit out of this sexual champion. So he got rough, and what ended up happening by the morning came was one bloody orgy. Those junkies stopped moving by then, so they had to be... trashed. Well, these mix of foreigners were starting to bug him to no end. Little pests. Who in the devil's name do they think they are? Barging over here to defend a village not theirs? Honestly, the killer mindset in Baki has been perfectly awakened.

The cloth falling prematurely, he could now see the Otokage drawing out a more legendary sword - the Sword of Kusanagi. The Grass Cutter. What a valuable addition to his collection it would be. Their eyes met; the Daimyo seeing the Hiramekarei drawn and ready to roll, and Baki seeing that the glowing heat from Kusanagi is ready to burn its edge onto his meaty flesh. "Fucking prick" The Daimyo made the first move, as expected - he had drawn his weapon first and his weapon was lighter. Clearly, he was one flashy swordsman. But Baki was a veteran at butchering motherfuckers like him. His Hiramekarei infused with tons of chakra beforehand, ready to be swung at the little girl and killed - mercilessly leaving her parents childless and with a funeral check. But Baki changed tactic this time, focusing on the ivory-haired swordsman. The Daimyo, nine meters away from him, still had to have his sword cross at least that much distance for the Kusanagi to reach him. Baki, on the other hand, only had to move no more than two feet - executing actions within his own personal space. As he was also a Kenjutsu and martial arts master, he too had comparable speed-reactions as the Oto Daimyo, although for Baki - he had to move less distance, whereas the Daimyo has to move more. With the Hiramekarei in his right hand, he stabbed the fish-like blade onto the hot pussy-tight sand and rotated his body angle towards the flat side of the blade, and that's all he had to do. The extending Kusanagi, although launched first, could be dealt with the simplest, shortest actions. The edge of the blade hit the Hiramekarei's hard skin, the heated blade trying to slice its way into it. But with the increased distance between the two of them and the chakra aura focused onto the blade, the Kusanagi did not slice any further than  perhaps half a centimeter into the valuable Hiramekarei. "'Ey there billy, don't try to fuck with me! You betta didn't damage my fucking favorite dick-blade!"

Kicking his knee to the flat end of the sword to support its defense, eventually he didn't budge any more than a meter before the Daimyo's strength faltered, and the cutting power didn't drive any more pressure onto Baki's sword. His goons were safe. But the shinobi were not. Now it's time for Baki to go HAM! Focusing a massive level of chakra into the Hiramekarei, it is time for him to execute the fatal blow - the attack that will end it all. No more pain or suffering in life. A quick, spectacular finish to what would have been a great duel. Eat my shit, boi!"

With the chakra infused, he would swing with great force. The swing would knock the Kusanagi blade aside, repelling it meters away from him with the monstrous force he exerted from his strong muscles. But at the same time, it would also throw a large, rectangular-sized chakra projectile straight at the Daimyo, while the Kusanagi blade was still knocked aside. This chakra rectangle would have several, considerable spikes on the side facing the Daimyo. Upon contact, it would stab the man right in the mouth, neck, and all the way down to the middle of his chest right where his lungs were. Possibly, it would go even further and even shred him into two halves. The girl who was right besides the Daimyo would probably be hit by the impact of the attack, and be knocked out, without major injuries.

By the time the Kusanagi and the Hiramekarei had connected earlier, one hell of a mole named zanji uzumaki had risen from the surface - right behind his army. Having have failed to impale the sucker earlier, the desert raiders would be surprised at the sound of a sword being drawn and by the time someone turned, they were swiftly cut down by the sword of the black Sharingan warrior. But he was a foolish genetic freak. For ramming through the legions of men like parting through the sea, he is leaving himself completely open for group attacks. Although the desert raiders were not particularly skilled, they could still utilize chakra - the power of the shinobi, and some of them can even utilize jutsu. Although several men had their limbs sliced off, their guts stabbed, and some punched away into the crowd, Zanji would find himself completely surrounded - enclosed by several dozen men, all of whom were charging in upon him. Armed with chakra-enhanced spears, scimitars, knives, swords, they all came at him like a raging bull, attempting to overwhelm him with sheer numbers and instill fear from their combined, thunderous loud cries and shouts! The human brain could only take so much pressure from resonating battle sounds. The raiders did not really care for one another, they wanted glory, money, and power. Only the death of their leader would depart all but a select few. Concaving upon this man, their energized weapons would do far too little; only landing a scratch on the darkened skin at best. But some were more competent, aiming at the eyes and into the cranium... and some others aiming at another weak point - his genitals. Balls, testes, etc, even when hardened into a raging boner, would still be subject to pain. Baki's desert raiders; numbering close to 130, would pile upon Zanji rapidly, attempting to get into contact with him, even if it meant jumping from the crowd and landing upon his head, beating him with their bare hands. There were still more coming in to fight the guy, some men standing by with preparations ready while the rest ganged up on him. Blindsided by the numerous men and his own darkened personal space from such overwhelming numbers, he would have to fight on an omnidirectional level to defend his life, having almost no time to weave any more than one hand seal before some other guy comes into contact with him.

What a clusterfuck this invasion has been.

Zanji right eye  moved about reacting moving as he watched all the incoming attacks. So many attacks and yet they all seemed so slow. He smiled as he brushed off the attacks at his groin legs and back. but all they're attacks would be for naught. He had covered every square inch of his body with his earth spear. The blades barely even making a scratch against this blackened skin. He narrowed his eye and weaved his head avoiding the attacks to his eyes and growled. They would dare to attack his precious treasure. He kept moving his head avoiding the attacks against them there blades would be destroyed by his iron skin. He quickly covered his  right eye as a man tried to stab it and he growled viciously. He right hand smashing the pointed blade to pieces after it made contact. Even with there feeble chakra coated weapons they would be no match for his earth spear.  

He cracked his fingers open allowing his sharingan to peer through and allowing him some visual. He then brought his hands together and six chakra chains erupted from his body heading out towards the enemy. They crossed and extended to a full 15 meters he made sure the chains would go to vital areas in there chest each one would impale through the flesh easily and continue going through one person to the other. The chains would easily kill most of the men near hiim and covered hims in flecks of blood as he would have the bodies he caught dangle in the air. the chains would finally cease and then sink inot the ground after they went there full 15 meters away from him. though he had one chain continue through the sand like a burrowed create he was barely ale to reach the guy with the special swords leg nd he would shoot the chain and wrap it around his ankle and pull him off balance.  He chuckled as he slowly turned and looked over with his left a eye at the carnage the daimyo was doing. He shouted "Daimyo-sama hurry it it up with that guy I wanna get something to eat, and I got dibs on that guys special sword you promised me a a special item and I want that one!."

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Fuck my life..... Baki thought. The great legendary sword, Hiramekarei drawn and out in the open, grasped in his burly, muscular hands, he was ready to make his attack on the girl who got in his way. The cloth thrown, it was particularly heavy, literally bringing down the trajectory of the bubble wave with its sheer gravitational weight, causing the chakra-produced jet to fall uselessly on the heated surface, its aim failing to hit the superior Baki in anyway. He had no had this much trouble since those two chicks he bent last week. They kept on struggling and yelling in bed, which annoyed the shit out of this sexual champion. So he got rough, and what ended up happening by the morning came was one bloody orgy. Those junkies stopped moving by then, so they had to be... trashed. Well, these mix of foreigners were starting to bug him to no end. Little pests. Who in the devil's name do they think they are? Barging over here to defend a village not theirs? Honestly, the killer mindset in Baki has been perfectly awakened.

The cloth falling prematurely, he could now see the Otokage drawing out a more legendary sword - the Sword of Kusanagi. The Grass Cutter. What a valuable addition to his collection it would be. Their eyes met; the Daimyo seeing the Hiramekarei drawn and ready to roll, and Baki seeing that the glowing heat from Kusanagi is ready to burn its edge onto his meaty flesh. "Fucking prick" The Daimyo made the first move, as expected - he had drawn his weapon first and his weapon was lighter. Clearly, he was one flashy swordsman. But Baki was a veteran at butchering motherfuckers like him. His Hiramekarei infused with tons of chakra beforehand, ready to be swung at the little girl and killed - mercilessly leaving her parents childless and with a funeral check. But Baki changed tactic this time, focusing on the ivory-haired swordsman. The Daimyo, nine meters away from him, still had to have his sword cross at least that much distance for the Kusanagi to reach him. Baki, on the other hand, only had to move no more than two feet - executing actions within his own personal space. As he was also a Kenjutsu and martial arts master, he too had comparable speed-reactions as the Oto Daimyo, although for Baki - he had to move less distance, whereas the Daimyo has to move more. With the Hiramekarei in his right hand, he stabbed the fish-like blade onto the hot pussy-tight sand and rotated his body angle towards the flat side of the blade, and that's all he had to do. The extending Kusanagi, although launched first, could be dealt with the simplest, shortest actions. The edge of the blade hit the Hiramekarei's hard skin, the heated blade trying to slice its way into it. But with the increased distance between the two of them and the chakra aura focused onto the blade, the Kusanagi did not slice any further than  perhaps half a centimeter into the valuable Hiramekarei. "'Ey there billy, don't try to fuck with me! You betta didn't damage my fucking favorite dick-blade!"

His knee kicked to the flat end of the sword earlier to support its defense, eventually he didn't budge any more than a meter before the Daimyo's strength faltered, and the cutting power didn't drive any more pressure onto Baki's sword. But that was all part of the scheme, for the Sound Daimyo had simply imbued his legendary Kusanagi with chakra and released his hand over the handle. His own sword used as a fulcrum for the Kusanagi to rotate around unpredictably, at close range, he'd no doubt lose his life. But Baki already went HAM! A massive amount of chakra already focused in the Hiramekarei, Baki immediately counter-attacked. Eat my shit, boi!"

With the chakra infused, he would swing with great force right before running towards the enemy. The swing would knock the Kusanagi blade aside just as it began to rotate from the Hiramekarei as fulcrum, repelling it several meters away from him with the monstrous force he exerted from his strong muscles, knocking its spinning pivot point off balance. But at the same time, it would also launch a large, rectangular-sized chakra projectile straight at the unarmed Daimyo six meters away, extending at Weaponry/Taijutsu Mastery speed while the Kusanagi blade was still knocked aside. This chakra rectangle would have several, considerable spikes on the side facing the Daimyo. Upon contact, it would stab the man right in the mouth, collar, and the middle of his chest right at the top of where his lungs were, no doubt keeping him from retaining consciousness. The girl who was right besides the Daimyo would probably be hit by the impact of the attack, and be knocked out, without major injuries.


The men who had been fighting with Neah failed miserably. Failing to have attacked his vital points, their options and hopes were lost. They were fodder men, with no hope of even taking down the powerhouse Neah. He was shielded by his jutsu, immune to physical attacks. Not even attacks at the un-hardened worked. Bits of metal flying into the air, some of them even stabbed other men. A last ditch effort. Three guys ran from his back to try to beat his head in. But it was too late. Hands rubbed against each other, and out came six chakra chains, which manuevered like snakes to impale any of the desert raiders that were within 15 meters of him. In just twenty seconds, the desert raider count of 126 plummeted. Zanji Uzumaki had killed 80 men overall. The chains dangled with the men in air, like a carnage masterpiece of the ancient Uzumaki clan. Vlad the Impaler would be no less impressed. It was an impaling art, a painting that could strike more terror than what he was depicted doing. People were penetratteeeedd.

The 46 men knew that they were going to lose. Six of the men already jumped ship, leaving the forty frightened that were at a distance, just waiting to get onto the fight shaking. They were still circled around him, but now at a distance. The chains had disappeared, only some men could see that one of the chains was underground. It did not matter though. By the time the chain popped up from where Junpei and Baki were fighting, Baki had already left the scene, getting closer to the Sound Daimyo in order for the distance to be of sufficient range for his chakra attack to hit. But anyway, just as the chains disappeared and before the hidden one went up from underground, the guards went desperate for a final futile assault. Spears, bits of blades, swords were all thrown towards zanji, some of them having jutsu casted upon them. Channeling their chakras through them, they came down upon him like a rain of arrows. They were a desperate, clumsy attempt to keep him going any further, trying to protect their master Baki from the likes of him. Zanji must not approach any further, as his chain was still right under where Baki used to be. Chakra lent its helping hand against the Earth Spear defense. Most were aimed at his legs. Dozen at his hips, several at his lap, a set at his ankles, a bunch at his shin, a barrage at his ankles, a few at the feet, two at his toes, and a singular stray gliding like a missile into the right canthus. But the guards did not just stop him from coming further with predictable ranged attacks. With broken spear-heads and scimitars, twenty guards charged from behind Zanji after all those attacks would hit. In truth, some of them used the Bunshin no Jutsu, trying to confuse good ol' Zanji with sheer numbers. They would try to get up close and try to pin him to the hot ground before beating him up all over with their hands. The raiders were being quickly mowed down, with the turnout of the duel resting in between Zanji and Baki's guards, and between Baki and Junpei.


Baki's chakra:
250-25 = 225 (10% toll)

Not gonna do chakra for fodder men, especially since how fight's probably gonna end by the next turn.

Zanji reveled in the carnage he was onslaughting upon the weak bandits. His chains ripping through them impaling there bodies one after another. their screams of pain sounded like a symphoney played by the greatest orchestra. he couldn't help but grin wildly as one after another there lifes were extinquished. then he felt something wet and warm trickle onto his shoulder. He looked up and saw the beauty of his art he created. His chains suspending them through there chests blood trickling down his chains slowly the blood began to trickle down onto him fsster and faster soon a downpour of blood covered him from head to toe staining him crimson.

He slowly licked his lips as he placed his headband back over his right eye. he turned hisnhead slowly facing thr remaining forces around him. his chakra chains rattling excitedly almost "anyone else care for anothe dance lesson?" his fingers clentched exitedly open and closed over the handle of his katana. These men never learned it seemed a pitty... for them. His grin grew as he kep5 up his earth spear and sighed as there weapons once again were utterly useless and shattered on his skin. He sighed and smirked as he had his chains do another round of impalation of the surviving members having his chains go there full extent striking with deadly accuracy.