2 out of 7[Event]

A bird arrived, the after ripples of a massive explosion centered somewhere near the Great Naruto Bridge. According to the avian messenger, the explosion had not simply centered on the massive bridge but actually targeted the thing, some fool having summoned a massive anomaly of draconic water, stabilized by chakra and sent on an offensive blitz at both the bridge and the large concentration of people, merchants, vendors, and shoppers milling about the location. The attack possessed no prelude, those enacting the little show demanding no tribute or payment of any sort and though their motives remained unclear, the actions required of the man by the village could not be argued with. The men must die, as simple as, and while the assassin would prefer some other activates, he had obligations and responsibilities. And appearances to maintain.

And so he left the small village he had been in, halted his fanatical religious observations, ended his worship of the Sea and her Greatest Predator, the Beast that lurked beneath the waves an within the thoughts of all men. Such an interruption please the man not, sure, but it pleased the Beast even less. Upon the bird’s arrival, the man’s vision went black swiftly and without warning, returning in slow increments and disallowing any colors aside from basic blues, greens, and amorphous blacks. The Creature he harbored seethed and raged, sending plume upon plume of heated black ash up from the Sea’s floor, poisoning anyone and anything foolish enough to swim near it. The sky darkened, taking on an unearthly green hue huge as the blue haired man felt a splitting force in his skull, driving him nearly to his knees with the sudden pain. His vision swam, the world losing cohesion, the letters of the page before him swimming about randomly, barely making a lick of sense but piecing themselves together enough for him to get the gist of the message. The guards at the bridge, likely untrained and untried, requested help from those more skilled.

And then everything stopped.

The world held for one, two, three counts before it vanished, reappearing a moment later in a fluent, fluid burst of color, shocking the poor afflicted man. The Beast made a strange noise, almost purring with delight at this new source of information. While undoubtable an egregious affront against His Almighty Sovereignty, this was one of the few scenarios the Great One could stomach an interruption for. Finally, after what had felt an eternity of bleak, bloodless, boring waters, crimson liquid would once more taint the ocean, spilling into Her endless bosom and bringing new life to the freely flowing, uncontainable and uncontrollable waters. The glee radiating from the skull covered in blue locks moved with such force and ferocity and raw killing intent that is nearly brought the man to his knees once more.

The day has finally come, little one. We shall once again spill the blood of the weak and foolish, laugh at their pain and plight, and end their pathetic lives. Go, my young hunter, circle and strike.

The painful rapture having ended, the man moved out, setting a quick pace to the bridge which lay only a short distance away from the tiny village he had worship in. He moved silently and swiftly through the mist, its cool embrace welcoming him, comforting him, and pushing him along with even greater speed. The open Ocean, easily within his range of vision, moved with him, swelling as he came and deflating as he left, Her power willing him forward and blessing his passage. The man went along with royal and blessed fanfare, the wings a myriad of fish caressing him as they flew on ahead, shrimps and other crustaceans clinging to him as he passed, siphoning off his warmth and cleaning his cloths. A massive ray flew up above, white underbelly providing light in lieu of the sun which he blocked out with his weighty and measured passage.

As magical as an experience it was, all had faded from the eyes and ears of the elite KKOU member, his heart set only on the bridge and the apparent threat. His entire body twisted and convulsed under his flesh, he muscles itching and coiling and recoiling as he went. Finally, after so long of waiting and enduring, magnificent release had come, delivering his mind from the cloudy minutia of daily life and giving to him a newfound clarity which could be had only in such times of ecstatic exhilaration. His heart beat out a rapid, silent cadence to which his body moved, footstep after footstep echoing empty in equal quietness.

He arrived only a singular moment after a deadly black mist appeared, poising his lighter sister and suffocating all life in his grasp. The twisted illness spread rapidly, covering the whole of the bridge, the water below, the sky above, and the earth adjacent. The very top of the massive liquid dragon, a shining blue crest, vanished into the inky sickness, the last remnant of the opposition’s unnecessarily loud and violent ability. He supposed that the enemies had made their presence known, at the very least, though the same could be said for his partner as well; without a doubt, Sketh, The Black Death himself, would partake in coming bloodbath. The party just kept getting more and more interesting.

He didn’t stop his silent approached, moving forward and to the side of the bridge, chakra flowing to his feet as he ran along the outer edge of the bridge, stuck to the surface and holding parallel to the water below before eventually flipping entirely upside-down, running silently and without the slightest hint of his presence on the underside of the great and hugely damaged stone bridge. As he went, he withdrew two kunai with accompanying explosive empowerment, weaving a collection of signs through the air the instant before such an action. His every move occurred in silence, calculated and quiet and lethal beyond measure. He heard the familiar ‘absence’ of his partner, felt him move in his mind, knew of the incoming steel his partner would prepare.

He reached a point beneath the two figures above him, both massively huge and rather daunting, and stopped. A liquid blackness had gathered above, its weight quickly overcoming the forces of gravity that bound it within its brother. The mass moved downward, misting about within the pitch-dark realm and wetting the enemies’ persons and immediate environment for five simple meters. At the same time the moisture gathered, Kirite moved up along the edge of the bridge, silently creeping closer to his still still prey. The previously extracted weapons moved, releasing themselves from the man’s firm grip and moving upwards in a lazy line, their speed and trajectory slow enough to make not the faintest sound, their cries dampened by the ever present darkness and the man’s own prodigious skill.

A final, single hand seal formed as the two silent explosives came to the zenith of their ascent, a pair of twin bombers spread a good seven meters apart and a mere six from their targets. The darkness had, at this point, just completed its descent, finally seeping its way onto and around the two men. With the seal, the weapons would detonate, creating a massive explosion of approximately twenty meters, though wildly empowered by the creeping, slippery blackness falling from above. His partners own blades should find their makes only a fraction of a second after such an eruption of power should occur or, had The Black Death decided upon a more explosive approach, the destruction should happen at the same moment. What could he say? He was a stickler for timing.

The devil is, after all, in the details.

Even before the seal, before the explosion, before the certain unavoidable maiming and probable death of his still unseen and unknown adversaries, Kirite had moved, his stop remaining brief to the point of nonexistent, his body retreating once more to the underside of the bridge and back nearer the shore, careful to both avoid the blast and afford himself some protection by remaining beneath the thick and powerful stone of the bridge. Interesting that the first sound the men would hear from the paring would, in all likelihood, prove to be their last.

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WC: 1381

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