Fangs of the Watcher [Event]

Ninja:

The soft whisper of the wind was all that accompanied the Ninja as the individual trudged down the road. It didn't take much to start the rumors. All it took was the name "Kiba" etched into a few corpses and hung out in the middle of the road staked to their own vendor carts. A dry chuckle escaped from behind that burlap mask of his as he limped toward the village, a slow grin spreading behind that mask of his. So this was the village of the Sound. Once he had enough bodies it would be a very simple matter of finding them. Finding a suitable owner for them.

"Who every did this must be a true devil." Ezra would say as he examines the few corpses that hung out in the middle of the road staked to their own vendor carts with a twisted smile. After reading the same word on the chest of them "Kiba" Ezra would go through the carts hoping he would find something good to eat, and he did. Making himself a ice cream cone, mixed with an eye ball and blood of one of the victims, he would walk back down the road. How he found the bodies was him returning from a village that was close to the sound, as he went looking for some work. Ezra didn't like all the jobs that were needed to be done in Oto as they were pretty boring. Adjusting his book bag full of close he would begin to move quicker as he hoped to meet the man or women who had done this, not to protect others but to what this man go to work. But also he would ask the man or women to do the things he was doing in another village as he didn't want the guy to get killed by his master,Junpei. As Ezra's master was the Daimyo or whatever of this village and as his student Ezra kinda felt he could let his master's village get fucked up too much. A this time Ezra was in his second much smaller form and also had on long black coat with the zipper zipped from his neck to above his navel. He also has on  knee-length black pants with a white shirt. He also has two black cloth bracelets around his wrists.  Ezra would start to run now it would seem as he wanted to meet the person who did this.




After about a few minutes of running back to the village he spotted someone strange that didn't fit, as he knew most of those around the village as they were his prey and he always watched them. So Ezra would run so he was no in front of the guy, and wave at him."Sup, I am Ezra. Where you the one who killed those people back there?" Ezra would ask as he would eat the eye ball that was in the ice cream so the guy could see."If you are don't worry I don't want to stop ya! I actually love what you did...even though you could have killed them better. I admire your work well what your work could be like if you just tried a bit more. But don't get mad from that as I am just a child....And I have a hard time controlling the things I say."Ezra would say to the man as he finished eating his ice cream. A bit of it, mixed with blood, would slip down from the corner of his mouth. But Ezra would lick it as he didn't want to waste any of his little snack. Ezra hoped this guy was the person but if he wasn't he could go look for him as if the guy killed people who were selling things on the road it was unlikly he would stop his killing spree.

Kamina had been wandering the land of sound for a few days now, following a rather specific trail. It started a few days ago when he had received a report from one of his employees about a new rumor. There were bodies piling up with the word 'Kiba' etched into all of their bodies. It could be just a name, but more importantly it could be the name of the infamous Kiba blades. A pair of swords that were once wielded by a legendary swordsman from the mist. Kamina had done plenty of research on the blades over the last couple weeks but the results only yielded vague descriptions in the cases of every sword. It would have to be enough however. Still though, it was going to be a long arduous journey trying to track down all the blades. Even so he couldn't help but feel extremely accomplished having tracked down one of the sword in only 3 weeks time, that being said it was the only sword that he knew of that was within the land of sound. He could hope that he could walk away from this little trip with a new toy. It took a quite some time for him to come upon anybody that was still alive... Alive might have even been an overstatement. The man looked old and decrepit and Kamina wasn't all too sure how old this guy was. His overall physical state was enough for to get Kamina's attention, he couldn't help but wonder how this guy was still kicking. He actually didn't notice the small child standing behind him. The two might of been talking but Kamina couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Hey there Bud. What brings you to these rather dangerous parts? Dontchya know theres a murderer going around carving "Kiba" into people?"

His suspicions were confirmed when the manned summoned a scarecrow of all things. This scarecrow had in its possession the Kiba Blades. Oddly enough a corpse was summoned with it, and like with the last couple of bodies found the scarecrow continued to carve the symbol for Kiba in it. An interesting trend to follow but what was the reasoning behind it? The man wanted to be found. He wanted to play this game he was just waiting for willing participants. The boy was obviously lost in all the riddles and wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Well kid, you are going to listen very carefully to everything this man says and think very hard on all of it... And you. We don't even know what to call you yet, but I think you know the answer. We both will participate in the game as the rewards are great. But the question is what kind of game are playing? We mention both skill and wisdom which could mean we may be doing something both physical and non-physical. Also I've never met a man who spoke in riddles such as you. But before we start this oh so marvelous game why not tell us something first. Why leave a trail? Why did you want to be found?"

Kamina rubbed the stubble that was growing on his chin letting everything sink in. So far this man has shown the ability to summon a scarecrow. Possibly more than one and one of these scarecrows holds the Kiba blades. A man wielding such legendary blades can without a doubt be a master swordsman amongst many other things. He was also very cryptic, between riddles and his own peculiar actions he was a man of great mystery. In a nutshell Kamina was rather excited for the events that were about to occur as he was man who enjoyed the many mysteries in life.

Ezra listened to what the man, Kamina, said and listened to everything the man said very carefully. After listening to everything he said Ezra realized he was now in a game that he might not come out alive in. But this boy loved games and was always able to figure them out and come out on top."So it seems we can't ask him anymore questions mister...FUCK tell me your name. I don't wanna call you mister anymore. And call me Ezra and not Kid." Ezra would say a bit irritated in his voice on being called "kid", but he wouldn't dwell on it too much. "Now on what I think this guy is saying....To me I think he wants one of use to just go for the swords....when he fucking brings them back out......and who every gets them has to kill the one who doesn't . BUT I don't think it is that simple as he could have just told us that from the beginning, and the blades would still be present. So, I believe he wants us to..." Ezra would stop and look around as he noticed the zombie type things coming closer slowly, but because of the speed they were moving wouldn't say anything about them.

" Ummm shit...I forgot what I was going to say...and I had it all figured out to." Ezra would say with a disappointed look. He felt pissed at himself for forgetting what he was going to say so he was like forget it."Sir! Forget everything I have said. Can you please give me the blades? As it would be better for the youth to make a name for himself as the wielder of those blades..And I would like to kill this man ...NO.. I will kill both of you with them to start my killing streak!" Ezra would say. He spoke the truth in a way as he did plan to kill one of them but the one he wanted to kill was the one who spoke in stupid riddles.

The Kid starting rambling and talking to the man. His name was Ezra or something and apparently didnt want to be called Kid anymore. While the Kid kept on rambling Kamina contemplated what the man had said before. Only one can win. The other will start the winner killing streak. An obvious hint that whoever gets the blade will have to kill the other. But getting the blades was a whole other question. Perhaps the man was going to give one of them the blades, or maybe one to each and the winner gets the last blade. Or maybe even the blades were hidden in the scarecrows. Oh it was all getting so exciting Kamina could hardly contain himself. A smirk rose to his face as he thought about his courses of action. He needed to choose fast as the scarecrows were closing in, they were slow but it wouldn't take long for them to surround them.

"Well. If you would be so kind as to bring out the Kiba blades sir. Or is there more to this already exhilarating game?"

Kamina chuckled for a moment, his right hand creeping behind him. Behind his waist there was a small sword sitting in its sheath horizontally. His little Blood Surgeon as he called it. His hand rested on the grip as he waited just a few moments longer to see if the swords would come out to play already.

Kamina chuckled to himself as the man finally revealed a bit of his plan in a completely non-cryptic way. Perhaps he was tired of trying to rhyme words and hadn't planned that far ahead. It didn't take long for the Kid to bug out of this one and leap for the trees. If only it had ended there, as the kid kept on talking and talking and it was getting kind of tiring to listen to. His words did hold some merit though, Mr. Scarecrow did want to be, and he did want to pass on the blades so it seemed. Perhaps he was only looking for suitable candidate.

"Well old timer it looks like its just you and me I suppose."

Kamina pulled the short Wakizashi out of its sheath, its two foot long black blade shimmering ever so slightly. It would be best to be prepared before the seal completed just in case there were some other surprises waiting. The real fun was about to start soon.

Giving an sigh Ezra would jump down from the tree and begin to walk around the structure, as he was heading into the village. He planned on not wasting anymore of his breather as the two older gentlemen seemed to not care what so ever on what he said or even that he was still there. But Ezra didn't care if they want to doing thing they called a 'game' even though it wasn't let them. He didn't matter anymore as he wasn't going to be the owner of the swords the guy spoke of, but he was going to tell his sensei about the things as he might want to know such things. Also Ezra planned on killing who ever he found not in the area when he came back as they would be the winner and the person with the swords. He wasn't sure how he would do it but he would be able as he can accomplish anything he he put his mind to it.

[Exit]

Kamina stood his ground as the 5 scarecrows closed in, he was about to leap at one when it revealed itself. And surprise! It spoke in more riddles. Still maintaining a ready position Kamina listened intently as each scarecrow revealed its face and spoke a short riddle. These riddles hardly made any sense as the rhyming scheme was terrible and one of them didn't even rhyme. The last scarecrow was particularly odd as it didn't rhyme and called himself the number slash letter one? And then called the old guy in charge a faggot. Kamina almost started laughing to himself again but he managed to contain it. It was then that the symbols appeared appeared in front of the man. I, E, C, 8 and 1. Very peculiar. The pointed at two of the symbols, C and 8, and simply waited a bit. Signalling for Kamina's answer. He pointed at C and 8 again and waited. Kamina was supposed to pick C and 8? Which ones could they be... The last one so kindly pointed out that he was one, and that even in a complex riddle such as this its the simple answer that is key. Kamina quietly went over everything the scarecrows said. The terrible rhyming perhaps? It was indeed very simple as in only a simple brain could rhyme that bad? Kamina contemplated for a while longer thinking about the correlation of the letters in each sentence, but that wouldnt do as the number 8 wasn't in any sentence and all 8 did was rhyme with the word Hate which started off miss big mouths riddle. If it were indeed as simple as it seemed than She was indeed number 8. That only left C... Following the same pattern the man with the mask face sort of rhymed with C.. Once. Damn these terrible rhymes! Legacy was the only word said that could possibly have rhymed with C. The first scarecrow had to I as it rhymed consistently with it, the the 5th was one, and the 3rd was 8. leaving C and E as either 2 or 4. 4 said nothing having anything to do with the letter C but did have plenty of words with a double E in it so it didn't exactly rhymed but produced the E sound. It was a gamble at that and something the first crow ill advised doing. The crazy in Kamina couldn't help but commend the oh so stupid game while his more rational side couldn't help bet get more irritated with each passing second. Letting out a sigh knowing that this could be the last few moments alive he stepped towards the scarecrows and pointed the 2nd and 3rd scarecrows. Mr. Purty Face and Ms. Big Mouth.

"He is C and she is 8."

OOC: The Kiba blades have been rewarded to Kamina

Legendary blades Kiba:

In the end Kamina had chosen the right ones by some odd miracle. Lucky guess perhaps? Seemed like the right answer. In some movie like scene Kamina had survived some crazy weird shit, had some scarecrows turn into swords that were then given to him by scarecrows. All in all he had no idea what the fuck was going on anymore but at the end of the day the barrier was gone, the seal on his chest was gone, he could feel his chakra begin to flow properly, and he had the Kiba blades in his hands. Kamina began to laugh aloud and seemingly only to himself for the time being. By himself... It was strange, that kid had showed such a particular interest in what was going on but didn't want to risk his life. Kamina assumed he would have stuck around, maybe he did. Kamina began walking back towards his little saloon hideout in hopes there was more info on another sword waiting to be taken. With the blades in hand he felt himself grow a little paranoid about his new toys, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings he could feel that left over adrenaline keep his senses sharp as he trekked back home with his prize gripped firmly in hand.

[Exit]