Days in the snow....[Infiltration]

OOC: Mybadz V. I rushed my post and that could be the reason my stuff was messy.

(Occ: Sorry is short I'm a bit sleepy I had nothing really going on)
Kansuke would land on a lower Floor as the Daimyo was on the wall. Being caught by the Sharingan the Daimyo was already dead. Kansuke would deactivate all his technique in hand as he felt to his knees coughing blood for using his demon cloak technique, it was draining his life spam. As he struggles to get up a man makes it to Yukigakure, stating his name and reveling his identity made Kansuke notice him as it was an old friend. Katsuro began to talk to the Daimyo for him to surrender as Kansuke finally got to his feet as he preformed several hand signs and created spike like needles out of his hands. Kansuke would wonder why come Him and Garuda had everything under control, but he was glad to see him as he would looked at both Katsuro and Garuda he would wait for someone to act as Katsuro did sending his needles at Daimyo if the daimyo was killed by them Kansuke would make his way to both Garuda and Katsuro an wait for there exit for him to leave also but if not Kansuke would quickly jump back and activate his Scythe special ability.

As he would be ready for another attack as he would, notice Garuda use a technique and lower his guard down. Once Garuda would do his technique Kansuke would leave Yukigakure or stay and wait for people from Kumogakure to make there way for him to go to the land of tea and continue Kumos Village attacks. Kansuke would just wait for the perfect time.

OOC: Just so that we're all clear where we are right now, Garuda, Kat, and Uzu are outside of the Daimyo's bedroom in the foyer hallway on the second floor. Getting to the second floor would require climbing up the staircase leading from the first floor where Garuda vaporized the three sisters, which is where Katsuro had to go up from since he saw the burnt body. Kansuke is in the Daimyo's bedroom right now. We're not on a lower floor, because the window-hole in the Daimyo's bedroom is on the same side from where Sabo entered the Daimyo's bedroom, which was from the foyer. The hole was supposed to be elsewhere, but there was earlier post misreading and I relocated the hole that was jumped through according to how others have dictated it to be. New Post order is how it is now

Uzu had only noticed it while he was running earlier. One man had waltzed towards his bedroom, jumping through the window hole to meet up with his comrade. Who was that guy? What was he doing here, here in his village? Uzu had an unnerving vibe in his back, that told him that the invaders of his proud village were sent here by somebody as a small unit on a very high S-class mission. These were shinobi from a major organization, most likely one of the great villages, and they were here on a hostile rampage towards Yukigakure. Uzu hadn't stolen anything from another village to incite them to take action against this peaceful settlement now partially covered in red snow. His people were slaughtered, soldiers removed from the face of this earth, houses were immolated, his castle was blown apart, and even his own bedroom was ransacked. What cruelty has the shinobi of a tyrannical foreign village shown to him and his followers? Surely, they did nothing to deserve this unjust attack. Uzu's eyes seethed with an unnatural bloodlust as he saw a man, Katsuro Michiki, walk towards him from his bedroom. He had gotten out of the snowstorm outside and braved through it to arrive here, as there were still some mashes of snow on him. He was armed, fitted with durable armor, eight meters away, with wooden spikes in his hand. A Senju.
Shots fired. Kumogakure was the vile villain. They were the nearest shinobi village to the Land of Lightning, so it was only natural they'd receive the first blow. Kumogakure must be on a conquering spree, as Uzu did hear that Kumo itself was also conquered by Iwagakure. Whoever the conqueror was must be ruling the village currently, and sent his forces to usurp Uzu from his throne is likely being defiled by the masked man in his bed right now! Katsuro had given him an ultimatum, but Uzu only showed true hated towards the men who had destroyed his home. No, they're likely bent on taking his life too right now. He knows that whether he dies or not would have no impact on the lives of his civilians, if Kumogakure was smart. The question was to die or not to die. The village has already fallen, and he, along with his people, like shattered jewels, will also fall and perish..... along with his enemies. Although he was the ruler of a small nation, he was still a Kage-class shinobi. If he kills this Senju man here, along with the Uchiha... and the man with them... why, why yes! Yes, the hope is there! Uzu sees the light. Kami is here, giving him strength, protecting him from this foreign terrorists. And with all terrorists, negotiations were off right from the start. Terrorists must be slaughtered, and he, Uzu Yuki, given Kami's judgement, must deal swift just punishment. They must..... die die die die die die die die!

Uzu's smile curved into a crooked, unnatural smile, and it seemed as if his eyes were ready to bulge out of their sockets. Enemy in front of him, and enemy of the same distance away as the other directly to his right. Bingo. He did not remain as Daimyo for so long because he didn't have a few tricks up his sleeve. Right before he became recognized as a Kage class ninja, he possessed a variety of jutsus that either crush his opponents under and skewered them silly. This particular one was his strongest, and the most destructive. He let his hands go, arms out and right by his side. A scoff seemed to have escaped from him. "You... you... KUMOGAKURE SCUM!" he shouted.

Like a dart, a single wooden spike was thrown,jetting through the air hoping to penetrate into human flesh instead of cutting through thin, vain air. Oh, but how terribly inaccurate it was. Without an eye for marksmanship or perhaps it was the distance between the two of them, Uzu would have had no trouble dodging it, if not actually kicking it away. From his eyes, it also moved relatively slow, so even without moving, the thing would have barely grazed the side of his chest. But evading was not on his mind. Countering was the option a ninja would take here. It didn't seem like the man named Katsuro had taken it into account, as he had arrived at a later time, but while he was talking down to the God-protected superior Daimyo, Uzu had already held the final seal to his finishing jutsu, a deadly technique he reserved only for the most desperate situations, ones where his village was attacked and his home destroyed. It's funny how it contrasted with his moniker as the "White Lotus", who always upheld the Will of the pure white "Snow", but this as necessary for him to go all-out. He had mastered this particular ability after discovering that the general art was developed by one of his predecessors, and came to be able to manipulate it himself. It was an attack of the highest class, and although not known to those outside of Yukigakure, it was well known by his military men to be the greatest Yukigakure has to offer, and one of the primary reasons why Uzu was able to unite his forces under his banner while reigning as a Kage-Daimyo.
Immediately after the spike was thrown, Uzu had raised both of his arms towards his enemies and instantly out came two black dragons. They were fearsome creations, and he was proud of having mastering this technique back in his youth, and was more than happy to have used it to kill his assailants here today. If they decimated him, he would decimate them, with the black-cad variation of his element much like how Amaterasu is to Katon and black Lightning is to Raiton. The air had already grown cold, and his opponents would feel this minor numbness as they were near him like needles pricking onto their skin. Such was the aftereffect of the chakra of a Yuki of the highest class. Of the highest rank, these dragons moved at a velocity pretty comparable to that of a taijutsu master on foot, allowing it to cross distances in a remarkably short period of time. Black dragons were indeed fearsome symbols in his village's culture, though. Crafted from black snow, the dragons took on a characteristic, unique shadow-like texture and color, splattering ink-like pellets of water-ice as they blitzed towards their targets. Unlike as it was in Kirigakure, a Yuki in Yukigakure was at their most potent, naturally. The release of his Yuki chakra through his black dragons would even cause the snow fall to grow heavier as the surrounding chilled to the point that the shinobi could see their own breaths. Temperature dropped, ice formed and lengthened within the vicinity, and aside from Yuki the ninja would feel these effects as hindrances, for those unaccustomed to this cold would have have slight difficulties weaving ninja seals with their frosty hands. Like other Ice Release techniques, when employed by one of its foremost masters, Uzu's dragons have the characteristic resistance to heat, and its malleable, black icy composition can handle Katon of equal class relatively fine. They could not only be long, but are also intimidating in size. Red flaring eyes reflected Uzu's anger and bloodlust, and seemed to give them the illusion of life, while the deep red glow that emanated from the dragon's mouth not only emphasized the deadliness of its fangs that could mince human bone and flesh, but also helped place a sense of fear or impending doom in his opponents. Coming towards the opponent first was the heads, which took the form of that of a dragon, finely shaped as many cultures have crafted it to be with its traditional  sharp spikes that portruded from the head area. They were big enough to easily fit an entire human body. Upon release, the air stiffened, as the mighty blizzard dragons had that kind of effect upon those who gaze upon it the first time. They pushed out a lot of force onto the air, pressuring the cold, chilly wind towards their targets even before reaching them as they'd be forced to steady themselves reflexively, as if the dragons were roaring out their immense, hair-raising vigor. Yukigakure's greatest technique, indeed.

Uzu did not care whether they actually hit them or not. The dragon aimed at Katsuro would obliterate the wooden spike completely head-on, after which it would bare its fangs with open jaws as it tried to bash with the enemy, which would deal massive damage to them. After which it would be an easy task for the dragon to close its mouth, devouring and mutilating the body from within. Even if there was a change in direction, the dragon would follow after the enemy, curving and swerving with incredible agility as it would have an easier time manuevering than its enemy. The dragon aimed at Garuda would intercept his use of the Bringer of Darkness genjutsu, as insistence upon using it would delay enough time that Garuda would no doubt be hit striaght-on by it, and with his wounds, would be crippled and on the verge of death. It would not matter to Uzu though whether he was put under it or not. He hoped that the "surprise" reaction and attack he made would throw both of his enemies off guard to an extent, as he did seem to play the act of someone who would have submitted and surrendered right until the last moment. He hoped to continue the rule this village as a crafty fox. Uzu would continue to manipulate his dragons whether they hit or not, whatever means of evasion or blocking be utilized. After they've at least attempted to tag his opponents once, Uzu would have them curve and bring them together pretty quickly, merging them together to bring out about the true form of this destructive jutsu, and also end his enemies' lives. The dragons molding together, they dispersed their shape and form, losing their familiar appearance, and instead swerved and rotated until at least... a black tornado! These dragons were the harbringers of death; the jutsu a gift granted to him by Kami, and was rightfully used this day as Kami's way of punishing these three fools who even attempted to bring him down. Him! Uzu Yuki is going to be a prophet! And Prophet Uzu was God's hand to smite the silly Kumogakure fuckers. Vestiges of what seemed to be black wisps spreaded from the malevolent black twister that was away from him, as it formed and spun at intense velocities a relatively safe distance away from him, but the other two and any poor saps who entered the foyer would be dragged into it as it fully expanded to its size. Uzu would also control it to move around should they attempt to escape, although by the time the dragons had formed into that tornado, the Kumogakure invaders would already be caught in his jutsu's area of effect should they take a stationary stance. As it moved around to cover the entire space of the floor he was on without endangering his life, it wanted to spin until it could reach the clouds, and that was what it would do. The very foundation pillars were ripped apart, supplemented by Uzu's own battle cries and cackles as he wanted to destroy his opponents like a warlord. Broken off, the entire icy roof covering the second floor was lifted all the way into the sky as the tornado was able to reach its intended height. This gave Uzu more opportunity to move his twister around the foyer and onto his bedroom to kill the man residing in it as well. Not like the man had much of a chance of escape, though. He had consumed nearly a third of his chakra in an instant and was in a severe bodily state just after using a kinjutsu. All of his belongings - the water urns, delicate bedroom, and mission reports would all be decimated. The ceiling now shooting up the air would later break off into several big pieces, four of which would be falling back down to the Azure Pearl, a lethal hazard to those duking it out within its vicinity. Those caught within the tornado would be ripped to shreds instantly, even if the dragons were outmanuevered or cockblocked. Snow rose along with it. Violent and forceful, even if his enemies weren't already caught in it, they would be drawn to it along with a portion of the remnants of the previous battle between Garuda and his own men - already scattered all around and near Uzu, as some kunai were kicked up to the roofless air; many of which were flung towards the tornado as well, adding another series of lethal blows to his enemies even if they try to resist. 'Course, running away was futile. Black ice-snow was legendary in the village as a representation of Yukigakure's darkness. Even the villagesmen of Yukigakure could see from their homes, while they were being razed, this black dragon tornado that spun like some furious deity, reaching all the way to the heavens...

"KEEHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!"

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((OOC: Sorry for the lateness. Seeing as no one has posted I still reserve the right to edit my post whenever. Which I am doing.  You also don't get another full post either.))


Katsuro admired the man before him. This Daimyo of the Snow had more courage than many of the Shinobi he lived his life to protect. But courage wasn't something that won battles alone. What really won battles was the ability to be better than your opponent. Which Katsuro was. He had a skill and an intelligence his enemy could never to hope to have. Mostly because the Daimyo thought he could take on three highly ranked shinobi from Kumogakure whilst in the effects of a genjutsu, though Katsuro wasn't aware of that last bit. Of course, being a master at ninjutsu and a user of the fabled one handed seals, for Mokuton, it was mere child's play to form a single snake seal, which was required for one of the most basic jutsu a shinobi has, before the Daimyo's arms moved from his chest to extended position. What was also child's play was the ability to do another hand seal while flying backwards through the air. As he flew backwards a dragon face quickly formed with it's face split open to allow Katsuro to enter it. As soon as he landed inside it, exactly sixteen meters away, the face snapped shut, locking him inside until he chose to not be there. This made him virtually indestructible, especially seeing as the construct was a hidden jutsu of the Senju rumored among the clansman to be able to take even the most powerful attack from the fabled tailed chakra beasts.


Katsuro watched the Dragon's quickly disappear into the darkness as he was completely encompassed in the hardened wood that made Senju famous. The dragon's face had been closed well before the enemy's dragon impacted it, which did not even leave a scratch on it's surface. Of course being the smart fellow he was, he could only assume that the jutsu was yet to be done.   What made him think this was the sounds of wind picking up outside of the wood.  The sound sounded like a tornado touching down.  Hearing that sound he knew better than to open the face.


He simply waited for the sounds of the tornado to go away before he would even think about splitting the face enough for him to see. Of course he wasn't limited to what he could do while inside. He didn't need to maintain any hand seals to keep the jutsu up, he just needed to give it a command to open. He was free to perform whatever jutsu he wanted while on the inside but he would refrain from doing so. While he couldn't whether his opponent had moved or not, it would just be a waste of chakra to use that jutsu needlessly. Of course all he could do was wait for his opponent's jutsu to be over before began his next attack.

Jutsu and Chakra:

Katsuro's post has been overturned by Chikara.

Spoiler:

Therefore, his post is voided. I can only venture to say that he had not known the handseals were already done as part of whatever difficulty he had in reading our posts when entering the thread. so meh.

Now, I will wait and give the opportunity to edit by tonight, as Katsuro had already gone well past the 48 hr limit and this little intervention was an unnecessary diversion if he had come converse with me in the first place and taken it upon himself to make sure that I was made known of his offer, otherwise he'll be skipped for going past that time limit in the interest of moving the thread along, and it'll be Sabo's turn to post in which he too will have to post within 100 hours of my post (not this one but my last one which is the actual in rp-post).

edit: meh. looks like katsuro lost his turn. it's sabo's turn now. plz doet quicklyz.

OOC: It has been ruled as a final verdict by Sato that katsuro's post is voided, my post still stands, and katsuro will be skipped meaning it is sabos turn now. Fellas got 24 hours. All I can say is that please either make sure you read the posts properly to avoid the mistake in the first place, or converse with me if you have an issue so I can at least hold off the time limit. Thank you very much, and let's bring thread to a close

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WC-860

OOC:Good news....Bad news....FUCKING NEWS.....Kanji(牛) was archived. So ummm does that mean he is skipped?)

we can wait a day or two if you guys want in case he come back and post.

OOC: No more waiting just post. This topic needs to end soon.

Vermin must die! Uzu thought, as his two black-ice dragons aimed to kill. He wished to use his pets of death to aid him in ruling this nation for as long as possible; creatures of Yukigakure's abyss that would strike and devour his enemies. As the diameter of the dragon was greater than his own, he could not quite see either of his targets' movements well beyond the pitch-blackness that continues to exude from his hands, attempting to stretch to their fullest lengths. It was only after Garuda had decided to change tactic upon seeing the black dragon come out towards him did Uzu see the might that the former Kage of two villages held within him. Perhaps he had lived his life as a monk at some point or achived spiritual enlightenment to mold chakra unique to that of ninja monks, but when a man could manifest the incarnate of a deity, of a merciless, unrelenting Kami, then it becomes clear who fate and faith favors. Though it's doubtful the two military chiefs were deeply religious, Uzu could not help but stretch his eyes to the furthest corners of his sockets as possible while the look of surprise and quais-horror showed on his face. A gigantic spiritual embodiment shone right beffore him, before a deep seething red rage colored the Kannon's piety, and out came a dragon-slaying Kami that can smite his black beasts with many, many hands. The Kannon's arms were sent in a flurry towards the dragon's head while it was two meters away from Garuda, smashing it front-first into bits of pieces - shattered shards of the village's sacred black ice scattered all over the walls and floor before they were further pulverized into faint black dust. "Grrrreeeeee....aahhhhh!!!" Uzu struggled as he would extend the dragon's body to its fullest while the Kannon continuously palmed the dragon first - the two of them engaging  in a power struggle of sorts. The hands came closer and closer to him meter by meter rapidly as the Kannon quickly used by its attack reserves. Whoever's technique could outlast the other would be the victor here, which all comes down to the more desperate man for victory. At this time, his other dragon had already accomplished its task of stealing life. He had been too slow it seems, as the man who had entered their fight and attempted to impale the Kage-Daimyo was blitzed and swiftly killed by his black dragon. The wooden spike destroyed as the dragon bashed it, with mouths wide open, the dragon closed its jaw just as it swept Katsuro's body off of his feet. Everything from hip to the tip of his head was gnawed, minced, and crushed by the powerful dragon's ferocious strength, to the point that Katsuro's body was bitten in two halves. His legs would tumble back to the ground, without a brain to move it any longer. What was left of the upper portion was nothing but a bloody rag of meat. The skull housing the brain had already been shattered by the force of impact, and the heart was caved in, nearly knocked out of the body. His entire upper body was crushed to a pulp. A poor Kumogakure shinobi, for if he had  stronger, and not just more careful, he would have known not to intervene the fight like that and speak to an enemy who wanted nothing more to reclaim his homeland. Uzu noticed that the Buddha was overpowering his ice dragon and Uzu was reaching the limit of the dragon's length. As he did so, he attempted to try to pull the arm aimed at Katsuro so the tail of his second black dragon would take over, but just then with just six attacks left, one palm had hit Uzu's fist right along where the dragon portruded from, weakening his control over it. And from then five attacks, three aimed at his legs and two at his chest, smacked Uzu while he was in a most vulnerable state, and pushed him down to the ground and he slided back seven meters, coughing up traces of blood. It felt like he had broken a rib, and his legs were a little crippled at the moment, so he'd have trouble getting back up. But he was still alive! To live and fight once again have always been his great duty to his people! As the prophet, he must not perish. The Kannon was no more, as it had exhausted all of its attack power, and what remained was Garuda....coming right towards him! Uzu grunted as he basically crawled his way towards a kunai in the room. There was still a way. He still had one more tactic, and once Garuda probably won't see coming. It would be a simple attack, but effective, for he only had to link two jutsus in conjunction with the kunai in order to kill him. With his arms, he forced his limp legs and the rest of his body to head towards the kunai. Garuda was struggling with his movements too, and held a kunai in his hand. The victor of this cold, fatal war would go to the one who would release their attack first. Uzu reached forward and the grip of his hand met the bandaged handle of the trowel-like blade. A command, an order, or perhaps a prophetic call rang through the foyer room as Uzu turned to face Garuda, his arm about to bring up the kunai to throw right at him. Like a kiai, Garuda had yelled out loud for Uzu to embrace the end of his life, as a single kunai, one manufactured in his own nation by the hard-working shinobi of Yukigakure, headed straight for his cranial fluids. With all of Garuda's force, will, love, and hate in it, the kunai would end not only his rule, but his life as well, for the kunai like his dragons were dark deathbringers. It was black that destroyed him.
Uzu's brain referred him back to a brief scene. It was there, on the very outskirts of his village, him lying on the snow. The white melted showing shades of deep stale brown as the heat from the warlord's flames slowly burned away the beauty of his land. His people were destroyed, and buildings were set ablaze. On the verge of death, Uzu faded between the realms of consciousness and unconsciousness as he could see the man who had beated him down with tyrannical power walking away from the village. His black ice-snow melting around him, the brutal warlord Takugan Uchiha walked away from him after having placed him under a genjutsu. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Takugan's black mane that flowed down to the back of his knee; hair fitting for a dragon's.
It's just like that time... Those were the last thoughts before the kunai punctured through his skull and into his brain. His grip over the kunai shook and stammered, as he was right about to release it. It fell back to the floor and Uzu along with it. Writhing out and about, he tried to cling onto life as blood spilled from his forehead. Although he wreslted and struggled, eventually Uzu succumbed to it, and his body went slack. Life had escaped from the body. The legacy of the White Lotus was more, and so would his home fall with it.

Spoiler:

[Exit with Katsuro's, Shana's, Kansuke, and the Daimyo's body. Also taking all the belongs of Katsuro and Kansuke.]

Akki had been told by his leader to wait and hide, staying in the background as to not get hurt or get in the way of the fight. Akki did as he was told as he waited, watching the fight from afar. He couldnt see much, but what he could see was a genocide. The bottom floor of the building was on fire, the flames slowly fading as the snow melted and was putting out the fire discretely. Akki continued to watch as he heard the battle carried on the wind, the snow almost blinding his line of sight. There wasnt much else to do but sit and wait. That was when there was a large commotion from the top floor, and Akki could see something protruding from it, breaking through the roof and killing those who may have tried to escape to the roof's safety. The giant figure disappeared, and there was one more yell before things went silent. Akki looked around, but he couldnt see his squad as they were told to separate evenly. That was when Akki noticed a figure walking out of the building, the flames now extinguished, and it was carrying multiple bodies. Obviously the victims of the fight. Akki continued to wait, watching the figure, getting a feeling he had met the person before. Waiting until the figure was gone, Akki took in a deep breath and ran towards the palace.

Akki reached the crisp steps of the entrance, walking in to see the horror scene, a scene he enjoyed. Burned bodies littered the floor, and there was a giant hole in one of the walls. Someone attacked, and he assumed it was before his team had arrived. The place must have looked exquisite before the attack, but now it looked like an old forgotten building abandoned due to a fire mishap. Akki continued to scour the area, finding nothing of value or possible use. He looked straight ahead and saw steps leading to the second floor. The steps were badly burned, so Akki took great time and care to scale these steps, almost falling through one as it crumbled beneath his feet. As Akki ascended the floor he saw an even more gruesome scene, another one that started a fire in his belly. There was a large puddle of blood outside of what looked like a master suite, and Akki noticed the white cloak of kumo that his leader had passed out to his squad earlier. Akki frowned, assuming Katsuro had been a casualty of war. He must have been attacked alone, as Akki noticed other bodies littering the floor around the edges of the room. Leaning to the side, Akki peered into the bedroom from a distance, taking a quick glance at a small blood puddle that was smeared across the floor. Who ever did this knew what he was doing. The hole in the roof was in the bedroom, and there were more bodies on the floor in there.

Akki sat down indian style, forming a quick string of hand seals, three creatures of darkness appearing in front of him. Akki gave them a command, telling them to search the area for any valuables. Akki had sat down in front of the pile of Katsuro's blood, remembering the man's special ability. He pulled out a paper tag from his pocket, placing it on the ground. Akki drug a finger through the man's blood, his index finger preferably. He then quickly wrote the sealing formula on the paper tag with the man's blood, using it as the medium. He placed the paper in the blood, then formed the ram seal, starting the sealing process of sealing the man's blood into the paper. The blood drew in to the paper, effectively being sealed into it. Thank goodness nothing else was in the blood because that would be difficult to remove it. Akki then proceeded to roll up his paper tag, placing it back in his pocket. From here he removed the large scroll he had strapped to his back, laying it on the ground and rolling it open. Akki waited for his creatures to get back as he used the blood still on his finger to draw out a large seal. When the seal was done Akki would lick the remaining blood off of his finger, enjoying the pine taste to it.

Akki's creatures had scoured the area, grabbing anything that Akki had told them to get. The creatures grabbed all of the weapons they could, gathering them and bringing them back to Akki, placing them on the seal Akki had drew. In total there was ten kunai volley launchers, fifteen kunai machine guns, and each weapon still had ten kunai still loaded in them, as they werent able to be fully unloaded. Akki made the ram seal again, sealing all the weapons into his large scroll. The creatures awaited more orders, and Akki motioned for them to make sure he wasnt followed or if anyone was left alive. The creatures left, going to do their rounds as Akki rolled up his large scroll and threw the strap over his shoulder, placing the scroll on his back again. Akki had recieved a mental not from his creatures, giving him the all clear. It was time to go, causing Akki to stand up and quickly make his leave. He had many things to do with the things he had just acquired. Akki released his creatures, as to not waste any chakra as he headed on his way out of the palace, passing all of the bodies killed in battle once again. Akki stepped outside into the blizzard, wrapping his cloak around him, blending into the storm as he headed off on the next path of his journey. His feet drug through the snow as he put a longer and longer distance between him and the gruesome scene, heading closer towards the trees that gave at least a little refuge from the heavily falling snow. The storm seemed to get worse with his time inside the palace, but that wasnt a bad thing.

[exit with 10 kunai launchers, 15 kunai machine guns, 10 kunai each machine (250 kunai), and most likely at least 5 pints of Katsuro's blood. By the way Sato approved of me doing this]

[WC: 1015]

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