Mist District

[Reigetsu]

Soma looked at her father with anticipation and steadiness in her posture, feeling the air around her stop suddenly as he spoke, his words confused the girl about what he meant since she had never been good at understanding her father when he spoke like this, spoken like those geezers who are the clan elders yet they feared Isamu greatly, making even the most respected elder shit bricks in his presence. Unable to answer, she reached down to her katana while getting in a low stance as her father awakened his Ketsuryugan, the power emitting from it made the girl feel worried since she rarely saw him use it, then, saw his hand being enveloped by the crimson chakra, forming a halo then hand seals which Soma prepares to counter but what she wasn't prepared for was the technique he had in mind, potent blood coming from his hand then surging towards her in the form of crimson beams forcing the girl to re-sheath the sword then weave through the hand seals, completing the set with snake seal before the beams connected, giving the impression that she was struck down by the attack only for her body to poof revealing a log in her place. not far from where Isamu launched her attack, crouched in the tree she stayed but decided to launch her own attack, forming the tiger seal with one hand while gripping her katana with the other, conjuring a water clone right behind her out of water, giving hand signals to attack and distract Isamu which the clone nods brandishing its own sword before taking off down the tree and around the open area behind the treelines in a zig-zag patten before leaping out right near him swing the blade while Soma launch a barrage of blood needles at him.

Location: Screaming Blood Forest
Posting Order: Soma -> Isamu
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days
Skip Points: ll​

 

[Jeriah]

The battle ended as quickly as it had begun. With one penetrating gaze from his legendary Ketsuryugan eyes, Isamu ensnared his daughter Soma into a hellish genjutsu realm. At first, Soma thought she had managed to substitution jutsu to safety, replacing herself with a decoy log while creating a clone as distraction. But the escape was merely an illusion crafted by Isamu's cruel talents, manipulating Soma's perception while subjecting her mind to untold torments.

Within the dark dimension of Isamu's creation, Soma found herself summoned onto an endless black canvas. The only visible shapes were the glowing red Ketsuryugans floating ominously in the void, dozens of them, blinking in and out of sight. Suddenly the dark realm morphed into a crimson red hue and before Soma materialized the gigantic eel form of her father Isamu. No longer a man but a writhing mass of smaller eels, all bonded together into one ravenous beast, with Isamu's will and dojutsu controlling every snake-like body. The eel beast immobilized Soma instantly, ensuring no chance of escape. In the blink of an eye, Isamu's gaping maw spanned before her, consisting of 700 razor sharp teeth that would consume Soma's body and soul in a single bite. Such was the tangibility of the genjutsu that it surpassed a mere illusion, feeling dangerously real, guaranteed to shatter Soma's mind. The power was easily enough to reduce even a veteran jonin to a feeble, broken shell on the battlefield.

Meanwhile in the physical world, Soma's consciousness-devoid body jolted upright following the genjutsu's activation, leaving her vulnerably exposed. Without warning, the compacted blood beam jutsu collided brutally against Soma's limp form, the impact shattering innumerable bones instantly. Here Isamu had reduced his own progeny to a pitiful, vegetable-like state, her body and mind broken almost beyond salvation. Such extreme injuries far exceeded the healing capabilities of even the most skilled medical ninjutsu practitioners. Soma would no longer pose a disgrace to the esteemed Chinoike clan name. Gazing coldly down upon the pale, emotionless body of the girl who was once his daughter, Isamu felt no regret, only a solemn sense of duty and principle fulfilled. "Had you only awakened your Ketsuryugan...” he muttered bitterly to Soma's deaf ears.

Location: Screaming Blood Forest
Posting Order: Soma -> Isamu
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days
Skip Points: ll​

 

[LucianRedgrave]

Upon the timeworn longship, drifting through the ethereal waters, stands the imposing warrior, a sentinel between the worlds. Towering at 7 feet, the warrior's figure wears gauntlets and faulds held together by a simple gold obi, each piece emitting an otherworldly gleam. The armor, marked by the battles of another era, tells stories of resilience etched in every dent and scratch. A spectral septum piercing catches the faint light like a distant star in the night sky, adding an unexpected touch of elegance to the imposing silhouette. As the longship approaches the spectral shores of Kirigakure, the revenant crew, resembling the undead in their decaying forms and tattered attire, executes a docking procedure guided by some otherworldly compulsion. The dragon-headed prow cuts through the ghostly mist, revealing the village suspended between the realms of the living and the dead. Lanterns flicker with an otherworldly glow, casting feeble beams that dance across the damp cobblestones.

The lone warrior, stationed on the longship, watches the spectral village unfold before them with a gaze brimming with purpose. The ethereal mist wraps around the imposing figure, creating an aura that transcends the boundaries of the mortal realm. The revenant crew disembarks onto the spectral ground, their decaying limbs making no earthly impressions. The warrior, a guardian on the longship, observes their every move with an eerie intensity. The villagers of Kirigakure’s outskirts, concealed in the same ghostly fog, watch the spectral arrival with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Shadows, both corporeal and ethereal, move along the docks, their forms blending seamlessly with the mist. The air, thick with the echoes of forgotten tales and the scent of ethereal decay, envelops the scene as the longship settles into its mooring. The longship, now moored between the worlds, carries with it the echoes of nautical exploits beyond the shores of the living. The revenant sailors, bound to the ship by some ethereal force, exchange vacant glances with the lone warrior, acknowledging the silent presence on the spectral shores. The village, caught in a perpetual dance with the supernatural, bears witness to tales of the sea unfolding on the outskirts of Kirigakure, where the boundaries of life and death blur, and a lone warrior on the longship stands as a guardian between the realms of the corporeal and the ethereal.

The ominous reality became evident to all who called this particular district home, not to mention Kirigakure itself. The supposed guardian revealed itself to be no protector but a harbinger of something far more perilous. The ship, now moored and swaying on the tumultuous waves crashing against the shore, experienced a subtle thud. The colossal ax he wielded was not only gigantic in nature but also exceptionally robust. Beneath the deck, sensory ninja would discover a multitude of chakra signatures as the revenants initiated their ascent to the realm of the living. It resembled the sight of crabs in a bucket, with no individual's thoughts holding more significance than another's. More crucially, their minds were nothing more than vacant vessels, mere puppets manipulated by an otherworldly force.

The enigmatic orchestrator behind this malevolent plan manipulated events from behind the veil, unbeknownst to the common folk of the waking world. However, the era of blissful ignorance was drawing to a close. The colossal figure, positioned on the boat, observed momentarily as his underlings crawled overboard, splashing into the water like discarded stones. Subsequently, they would rise, moving forward into the confines of the district in question. Innocent individuals on the outskirts, leading simple lives as humble homesteaders, found their tranquility abruptly wrenched from their grasp. Their existence was replaced with terror as these undead revenants, adorned in the tattered remnants of shinobi attire from a bygone era, multiplied with each passing demise.

Location: Mist District shore
Posting Order: Kagaya -> TBD
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days
Skip Points: ll​

 

[Davon]

Releasing his hold on Higetsu, Yumaro fixed his gaze upon the fellow mist swordsmen. His cold, emerald eyes sought a verbal response to the preceding statement, yet the Hozuki member maintained a stoic silence. A disturbance emanated from the vicinity, manifested in the agitated movements of the water currents. Stepping away from Higetsu, Yumaro gracefully bent his right knee upon the water's surface, directing his attention to the aquatic surroundings. The fish exhibited signs of distress, a behavior commonly associated with the presence of a natural predator seeking its prey. While such occurrences were part of the natural order, the diverse array of underwater creatures in this specific region indicated an abnormality in the water district. Typically, a school of fish of the same species would flee the area, but the current situation involved numerous species, triggering a heightened concern in Yumaro. As someone intimately acquainted with the intricacies of Kirigakure's water bodies, especially the water district, Yumaro sensed that an atypical event was unfolding. He turned his head to the side, ensuring that Higetsu could observe the intensity in his left emerald eye. The unspoken exchange conveyed a shared understanding between the two, prompting them to prepare for the enigmatic challenge that lay ahead.

"There appears to be a disturbance originating from the village border. The presence of these fish in this atypical region demands our attention. I won't delay, but I trust you lack the inclination to shy away or tarnish our collective reputation as Mist swordsmen"

Yumaro shut his emerald eyes, concentrating on the trajectory from which the fish had hastily retreated. Despite employing his chakra sensory within the two-mile radius of his detection capacity, he discerned nothing abnormal. Pondering the situation, he raised his right index finger to his chin, engaging once more in his distinctive sensory skill. This innate ability was an instinctive facet of his being, an additional sense that operated independent of chakra amplification. In the exercise of this inherent capability, Yumaro instinctively suppressed his own chakra signature, rendering himself impervious to chakra sensory detection. His unique nature allowed him to tap into bone sensory, a specialized skill that revealed the skeletal structures within the area he sought to investigate. This exceptional ability, a testament to his individuality, unveiled the countless skeletal formations along the path he had initially scrutinized.

Both eyelids expanded, a revelation that struck shock into all those endangered. Yumaro swiftly elevated himself, executing a precise pivot. As he rose, his hair cascaded with an elegant fluidity, and in proximity to Higetsu, he seamlessly navigated the surface with an urgent and purposeful momentum. Having already forewarned Higetsu, Yumaro physically advanced toward an imminent and formidable threat, a multitude in number. A shinobi of Kirigakure, he traversed the village streets in a blur, propelled by a deep pride in his own prowess and skill set. Despite his ego, he forsook any notions of self-importance to alert his fellow village shinobi. In his view, the weaker shinobi might be expendable, but the defenseless warranted his protection. Concealed within his sleeve was the Naiburai, poised to be summoned. En route to his destination, Yumaro seized the opportunity to gather intel. As he drew nearer, the unfolding scenario became increasingly lucid. It was only a matter of time before he reached the critical juncture, prepared to confront the impending threat and fortify those who stood defenseless.

Location: Mist District shore
Posting Order: Kagaya -> Yumaro -> ???
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days
Skip Points: ll​

 

[Fox]

As a chuckle can be heard by the sharpened teeth, which are exposed in his smile as he appears to follow the man from behind; his eyes continue to wander as he consumes more of the fish he had caught earlier. Though the situation had changed, at least for those who were unaware of things happening on the shore - fortunately this wasn't too late as the group hadn't departed from the village. The thought of his prey being scattered in the ocean disturbed him, as this was the agitation and irritation that Yumaro noticed first before himself. It was his bloodlust that had begun to submerge the environment around him for a brief moment. However, this had been halted by the words of Yumaro, who reminded him of what it means to be a mist swordsman - although his bloodlust was proof that he was a successor who had inherited the willpower of those before him.

"Whatever and whoever.." he scoffed as the expression darkened. "will pay for interrupting my fun."

Higetsu extended his hands upward into a hand sign, and the subtle chakra within suddenly surged throughout his body. He made use of the signature technique of the Hozuki Clan, the Hydrification Technique, to transform a part of his very being into a body of water; though a hidden purpose was also prepared thanks to his hand sign. Without delay in his movement, that body of water disappeared into the natural mist as well as moisture and damp surfaces surrounding the village, becoming one with it to expand his senses and partial awareness of the village. Because of his current state, it became much easier to run through the mist, without any drag. It was almost as if he was running through the water droplets within the mist. Due to this, he caught up with Yumaro in no time at all. It is noted that even if others sensed his chakra, all they could perceive was that he was everywhere and not everywhere at the same time. This was undoubtedly due to the masterful chakra control he had over the Hydrification Technique, a feat which set him apart from the other Hozuki in terms of proficiency as he had become a part of the village itself, and yet isn't; It might be only possible due to his insane personality. It wasn't something one would dare to attempt unless they were crazy; though it was feasible because it was him. There's no exception besides him in the Hozuki Clan; and if there were... He would hunt them down, just to ensure he alone could do this. The Hiramekarei can be seen on the back of the Hozuki as a grin can be seen on his face; this can be an indication to Yumaro that he had been up to something no good.

"Whatever this is. It feels something fun is coming."

The man whispered the words alongside Yumaro as the duo continued to gather intel in their ways to prepare themselves for whatever may come. At the same time, the revenants may have been attempting to attack the civilians, but they soon found themselves being deflected by shadow clones who had resolidified from the mist itself, performing countless water-based defenses through their bodies, just to enable some of the civilians to escape at least. This revealed that he had performed a similar principle of the Shadow Clones Technique to create several clones through the Hydrification Technique by splitting a part of himself into pieces which became the Water Clones that act independently.

Location: Mist District shore
Posting Order: Kagaya -> Yumaro -> Higetsu > ???
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days
Skip Points: ll​

 

[Yatoru]

During his walk upon the Mist Districts streets, this sudden feeling one so hard to explain by mere words, one that superseded his psychological understanding. As if this feeling coursed through the cursed cells of the Yamishi Clan, so much so that the very darkness that bent to his clans control shuddered in excitement. A foreign essence, and yet all to familiar to Gabimaru had made their appearance across the shinobi world. One being somewhere outside the village itself. This feeling disrupting the young chunins mind as he stumbled into an alleyway where his Darkness Release Dark Sabbath materialized the hounds of baskerville. These two hounds of eldritch origin thrashed about hungering for this strange essence. Regathering his two hounds, the darkness and shadows that manifested these beings quelled their ravaging sensation; Gabimaru's scarlet eyes now fixating towards the direction of the sea, where this ominous and disastrous feeling originates. By pushing off his legs, Gabimaru ascended towards the skies of the Mist, using his velocity and momentum to bounce rooftop to rooftop before alas leaping over the walls of the mist where he'd continue by leaping tree branch to tree branch before alas he'd come into view of the Outskirt settlement under siege by strange revenants who had long been deceased.

Watching as the civilians flee and some shinobi doing their best to combat the legion of the dead, Gabimaru seemed far more fixated towards the boat with a man who seemed larger than normal, and radiated with such malicious Chakra and intent. Gabimaru's scarlet eyes almost like a light in the darkness glowed, though this was no doujutsu or special ability, rather his blood boiling to the point that his iris emit a moonlit glow. His left hand pressed against the trunk of the tree he stood upon, his grip tightening as his fingers ripped through the bark of the tree allowing his blood to break through his skin. With blood now spilled, his hand moved away from the trunk, his blood beginning to spiral with a mixture of water chakra from the tree's organic chemistry. Formulating a spherical shape, with various streams of blood and water mixed together fluctuating out of the sphere, Gabimaru slowly pointed his hand towards the base of the large foreign boat. Condensing the sphere as much as physically possible before alas it was the size of a quarter sized marble, Gabimaru thrusted his hand forth, allowing his palm to press against his jutsu therefore unleashing his infamous Water Release: Bloody Chi Gun!

Unleashing the attack, it swiftly and with no sound flew across the outskirt settlement, like a flash of red, or a shooting star, this condensed ball of water and blood slammed into the front of the sea vessel, wood splintering out and scattering across the shore, the damage equivalent to that to completely destroy boulders had come slamming through the ship. Gabimaru though standing upon the tree; his wounds that his fingers succumbed seemingly healing themselves in that moment as he himself leaped from the tree towards the settlement; landing upon the rooftop of one building as his gaze fixated upon the hulking threat; waiting to see any form of reaction from this strange and enigmatic individual...

Location: Mist District shore
Posting Order: Kagaya -> Yumaro -> Higetsu > Gabimaru > ???
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days
Skip Points: ll​

 

[LucianRedgrave]

Like moths to a flame, the shinobi of the Mist District were coming from near and far. However, those who chose to confront this beast of a man would find no quarter in their hopes or their dreams. He stood as a sentinel among the living and the dead alike as the first of many attacks came to bear upon him, and likely to the surprise of many, he was unbothered. His stalwart gaze fixed upon the incoming attack without an ounce of fear. Yet, even as he took the brunt of the impending attack, his revenants took to their prey with little hesitation. The shinobi that found themselves descending upon the scene in hopes of providing some form of aid could find even their futile attempts left with ill fruits to bear. The clones manifested of water were left no quarter, just the same as those that found themselves fleeing the scene.

This was far beyond just a simple game of tactics or even a clambering for hope. The hulking figure that stood upon the boat was merely testing the waters as if they had nothing more to offer than the fruit of their body and the labors of their will; he would merely bring the nation to its knees in a matter of hours if not simply days. This was truly the downfall of such a nation, a place predicated on its mastery of the seas and the sword alike found itself under the threat of a might unseen in what likely equated to centuries, Kagaya. A beast of a man only seconded by a shinobi long since past of the very same nation he now put under the threat of his might. His revenants didn’t slow despite the clones attempting to save the masses. In fact, the progenitor of these clones could find the horrors being relayed to their nervous system were a sight to behold. Even the Zetsu of the fourth shinobi war could only hope to accomplish such a feat.

Had the aforementioned given his attempt at help any forethought, he could find the blood that was spilled was far beyond tainted; it was corrupted at its most fundamental level. With each clone, civilian, and shinobi alike that was reduced to nothing more than a meal, they could find themselves turned revenant. The clones being the exception, but the information they relayed would be nothing short of a horror film. With each perceived death, these clones could find that these revenants had torn throats from their place on the human body or even removed limbs in the same stroke of movements.

Despite these being shambling corpses at first glance, one could find that they were, in fact, the fallen from a time long since passed, and some merely the people from the very streets they had begun to raid. It would become clear to those coming to the aid of the people that whatever force Kagaya commanded over these beings was otherworldly. It begged the question of whether or not this was a plague or an invasion. It was only a matter of time before the story at hand began to reach the apex of its telling as the focus of the battle returned to the shore with the sudden introduction of Kagaya’s true might mere seconds after being greeted by a streak of red.

The shore would erupt into a spray of debris and limbs alike; however, the figure who found himself launching such a flash onslaught could find that the limbs being thrown about were no more than that of the decayed and dying alike. The boat had, in fact, succumbed to the attack; however, Kagaya was unfazed, his body standing firmly planted upon the shoreline with his ax in hand and an uninterested look upon his rugged face. He called out to those who found themselves coming to the aid of those now dead or dying in the onslaught.

“Bare your fangs, young shinobi... For even wolves deserve to die fighting!” His tone was no more enthusiastic than his face, however. He was like a father scolding his children for their ill-placed manners in the face of authority. Kagaya turned his gaze to the first of many to arrive and with that, he would motion for them to come forth. However, even the figure in question would find something amiss as his attack upon the ship did ring true. It had struck its mark with utmost accuracy, yet the essence of blood in the air seemed to be devoid of something that made it so important. The aforementioned would likely come to show its true colors in time but as it stood to the unsuspecting, it was nothing more than a mystery.

Kagaya’s gaze now fixed on the battlefield and his opponents to come, with their ethereal amber glow now piercing through the thick mist. The tension in the air palpable as a baptism by death and decay was on the horizon. The moon was approaching its zenith, an omen for both far and wide as Kagaya’s arrival on the battlefield was now apparent. Those who hoped to find solace in the ideals of his intent or even his machinations could find that he was now devoid of such things. His chest bellowed with a heavy breath as if to mock the very air the shinobi that came to tarnish his conquest, and yet there was something more. Kagaya was in a league of his own, and that would become apparent with time, and yet, sheep came to slaughter. His body was almost in tune with the world itself, despite being from a land far beyond comprehension there was something afoot that only some would be able to comprehend. His ax firmly within his grasp, he would point it at the approaching shinobi and beckon them onto the very place he called home, the battlefield...

“Let them come, it's time this world be met with a reckoning unlike any other.” he uttered in a single breath as he stood alone for what would likely only be a matter of seconds.

 

[Reigetsu]

During the day of peace before the attack by the revenants which shattered that peace was something that didn't shatter Nashiro and Xuan's day, which was when they met in the hospital with the twin coming to see the Ashida Heiress who was in the medical room having Okami's hair needles removed from her body. While she demanded to be conscious, she was put under during the procedure. Having recovered from the surgery, Nashiro decided to venture to her rooftop where she stayed for two hours to observe the city in motion. Residents have a significant influence in a city built by shinobi and civilians. Her sister's father, Isamu Chinoike, was one of these leaders who rose to power and had influence over the people. Still, unlike their leaders, Kiri's few champions in the chunin exams came back as failures, except for one, who is considered a disappointment to her ancestors in her view. The feeling of being useless struck hard for the girl, but while she was in her thoughts, Xuan was walking out the door with a banquet of roses and lilies. Her sister's father, Isamu Chinoike, was one of these leaders who rose to power and had influence over the people. Still, unlike their leaders, Kiri's few champions in the chunin exams came back as failures, except for one. The feeling of being useless struck hard for the girl, but while she was in her thoughts, Xuan was walking out the door with a banquet of roses and lilies.

Xuan was expecting his love interest to be furious upon returning home but was not expecting to see her shedding tears from her failures, sure, he was not thrilled that he lost and didn't attend his brother's ceremony, desiring the company of someone who might understand the feeling of being a failure, one who was defeated in front of people from every district pissed off the Tomogui twin very much but right now, he wanted to comfort her the best he can.​

Xuan: Hey there, my sweet water iris, how are you feeling?​

His voice snapped Nashiro out of her thoughts, causing the girl to turn around and face him with a tear-stained face and quivering bottom lip which only made Xuan admire the girl he's had a crush on for a long time and now wanna run over and hug her.​

Nashiro: Xuan......what are you doing here? and is that banquet for me?​

She leaves the railing and walks over to him who is blushing and slightly sweating with how close they are, hell, they have been close before during the invasion of the shadows but he had never gotten to experience how close she was to him during normal days but then again there isn't normal on this planet that can even achieve normality. Xuan decided to hand her the banquet with a nervous smile on his face which piqued her curiosity but the gesture made the girl feel better with the gesture.​

Nashiro: Thank you, i really appreciate it Xuan.​

The smell of the flowers made her blush a little, and she looked up at Xuan with a look of appreciation in her eyes and hugged him, a form of thank you that she wanted to convey without speaking. She then pulled back and sat down against the concrete wall with Xuan, seated to her left while appearing confident and comfortable, but on the inside, the boy was doing backflips in his head. They spent a lot of time on the roof, discussing their families' disappointments or their understanding of their failures, but in the end, they felt terrible, they also discussed many things during their time together, such as their favorite treats, drinks, and guilty pleasures they love to indulge on their free time. As the day grew late blissful Nashiro couldn't help but sense something off in the air, the birds of all kinds fleeing altogether, heading east and showing no sign of stopping.​

Nashiro: Something ain't right here, there's a ominous tension in the air, we should go and get Mellow and Soma then meet up back here,​

Hearing and sensing what Nashiro was talking about, he stood up and looked toward the sea, seeing something in the distance but couldn't see what it was but agreed to his crush idea. Xuan took off from the hospital building, using each building as his parkour platform, doing flips, hurtles, etc towards Deer Island while Nashiro went back inside the hospital building and then to her room where her stuff was neatly folded and left undisturbed. After a while, she was fully dressed and out of the gown feeling much better in her clan outfit before grabbing her Bo-staff with one hand and then twirling it around in both before sheathing it into a strap that holds her weapon before opening the window and took off towards the Chinoike Province. Her arrival at the mansion took a little longer because of how stiff her limbs were but didn't waste any time and proceeded to enter the manor looking for her sister and step-father yet didn't detect their chakra or see them in any room inside, she asked around with other chinoike or servants only to get one answer, they witnessed an upset Soma heading towards the Screaming Blood Forest so she followed that lead, tracking her sister's footprints along the way.​

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The trail continued for a good ten minutes after losing it and getting lost but managed to retrace her step and find the footprints left by her sister once she reached the clearing, she found her beloved sister lying there, looking like she was attacked by someone judging from the injuries but other injuries came from animals that tore at her flesh and clothes left the girl bleeding in some spots, the scene before the young Ashida brought tears that poured down her face as she ran towards the lifeless girl on the girl, picks her up into Nashiro's lap.​

Nashiro: Soma! What happened to you, who could have done this!​

Caressing the chinoike girl who remained in a vegetable-like state hoping to bring Soma out of it but nothing worked, she tried a few things to revive her but she didn't want to cause any more injuries so Nashiro proceeded to carry the girl towards the hospital, hoping the doctors can figure out what has happened to Soma but in her soul, the Ashida princess vowed to avenge her sister and kill whoever done this to her.​

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Wendigo Cave
It took a little longer to reach the island after gliding across the air and aggressively landing on top of the water which spooked a bunch of fishes and possibly a few larger sea animals from the area but he could care less about them since he had a job to do, get his brother off his ass and bring him to the hospital for their meet up. Walking up on shore, he noticed his entire clan wasn't present but their chakra signatures showed that they were still here on the island, he walked upon the beach and into the forest where the cave was hidden but that didn't take long for him to find the cave and waltz in after detecting Mellow's chakra. Once inside, he sees his twin brother sleeping on a makeshift that is slab of smooth rock covered with animal fur, he sees how his brother was sleeping peacefully but he'll make sure to ruin that but walking over and kicking him off the makeshift bed rather rough and yells loud.​

Xuan: WAKEY WAKEY BROTHER! TIME TO GET YOUR ASS UP!​

 

[Jeriah]

Isamu knelt beside his daughter's broken body, the light fading from her eyes after their mortal battle. The sounds of more hunter-nin approaching could be heard in the distance through the blood-strewn forest. He had to act quickly. Gritting his teeth with grim resolve, Isamu forcibly pried his daughter's vaunted Ketsuryūgan eyes from their sockets, showing no hesitation or squeamishness. He placed the pair of bloodied eyes into a jar filled with a glowing green preservative liquid, sealing the container securely.

Just as the footsteps of the ninja neared the secluded grove, Isamu formed a quick series of hand seals, body-flickering away in a swirl of water vapor. He re-emerged within one of his clan's secret subterranean hideouts located deep below Kirigakure’s fortress tower.

Isamu stared quietly at the jar containing his own daughter's dōjutsu, the last remaining Ketsuryūgan eyes in existence after the massacre of their clan. Combined with her uniqie DNA, they could perhaps someday be the key to restoring his clan’s lost kekkei genkai. A useful specimen indeed for Isamu’s continued forbidden experiments on bloodline replication. Turning slowly, cloak trailing behind him, Isamu faded into the shadows of his reclusive lair. There was still much planning left to do before his next move against Kirigakure and their backwater notions of shinobi codes and ethics. All that mattered now was furthering his tireless research, even if the costs continued to be extreme. The Ketsuryūgan would rise again.

Location: Screaming Blood Forest -> Isamu Hideout
Posting Order: Isamu
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days
Skip Points: ll​

 

[Davon]

The feet of the Nuibari wielder glided through the mist, each step signifying Yumaro's determination to reach his destination swiftly. Haste propelled him forward, and despite the frequent movements of his legs, he remained a silent entity traversing the mist-laden district. To the untrained eye, he was unseen, accompanied by Higetsu, his partner. Master of the Hydrification technique, Higetsu effortlessly navigated the dense atmosphere. Amidst the thick mist, the serrated teeth of Yumaro were revealed, his jawline pressing against each other in anticipation of the unfolding situation. Thrilled at the prospect of once again showcasing his strength and skill, Yumaro relished the impending confrontation with his targeted enemies. Every adversary who dared to stand against the water district, particularly the Village Hidden within The Mist, would now face the imminent threat of damnation.

A smile, revealing his sharpened teeth, coated Yumaro's face, poised to rend the flesh and bone of his soon-to-be opponents. As he drew nearer, the mist thickened, a result of the shoreline and the prevailing circumstances in the area, augmented by Higetsu's manipulation of the mist through his mastery of ninjutsu. This mist acted as a shroud, concealing Yumaro's every move and rendering his actions utterly silent. In this dense cover, akin to a predator stalking its prey, Yumaro anticipated little resistance from his unsuspecting enemies. Meanwhile, Higetsu skillfully employed ninjutsu to initiate engagement with the adversaries that lay ahead. The stage was set for a silent and deadly encounter, as the mist became both ally and accomplice to their strategic advantage.

Yumaro gracefully landed atop a post, securing a high vantage point that allowed him to dissect the current area with precision. Shrouded in the mist's density and maintaining a safe distance from any potential adversaries, Yumaro harnessed the full extent of his skeleton sensory capability. From this elevated position, he meticulously surveyed the surroundings, his keen senses attuned to the subtlest movements and nuances within the mist-laden atmosphere. This strategic advantage provided him with invaluable insights, allowing him to plan his next moves with calculated precision.

"Tck! Most of these enemies are not worth my time. They seem to be reanimated corpses, possessing the ability to inflict harm on those even more inferior. Judging from the historical evidence gleaned from skeletal and bone structures, most of these adversaries were pathetic from the start. I find it inconceivable that the mist would succumb to creatures of such ilk!"

Yumaro's right hand clenched in frustration, his teeth grating against each other, producing a sound reminiscent of a blade being sharpened. The pressure waves of this subtle noise went unnoticed by the enemies, given the considerable distance between Yumaro and the closest foe, preserving the silence of his actions. Despite his disdain for the reanimated adversaries, a conflict arose within him. The struggling shinobi below, facing the revenants, tugged at his sense of duty to protect the populace. Contemplation, however, did not linger for long, as the urgency of the situation propelled him toward a swift decision.

"These enemies seem to be a mix of deceased males and females, their causes of death ranging from battles to ailments, displaying various physical attributes. However, none of them pose a significant threat, except for the one... furthest away. He's the prey," Yumaro declared, his analysis succinct and decisive. The disparate origins and conditions of the reanimated corpses did little to elevate their threat level in Yumaro's eyes, as his focus sharpened on the distant figure that held the potential for a more formidable challenge. He did not ignore the fact that fallen civilians and shinobi, became revenants themselves. This was a mysterious phenomenon, similar to something that not just plaque the water district but the entire shinobi world, perhaps these individuals were in relation to the shadow realm.

At that moment, Yumaro registered a massive sound pressure wave, an apparent reaction to the cause of the boat's destruction. It became evident that a mist shinobi had assaulted the head of the snake, resulting in the downfall of the targeted individuals base and exposing him to the domain of the mist shinobi which even resulted in the individual issuing a declaration of war. The survival of the village now rested on the capabilities of the remaining forces within Kirigakure. Yumaro held hope that the former and current Mizukage, alongside other able-bodied shinobi, would protect the village. With a specific target in mind, Yumaro was determined to swiftly strike down this foe, realizing that the timely elimination of the threat could be crucial to the village's safety.

"Higetsu, our target is the big guy. We shall strike him down first. Let the shinobi of the mist protect the villagers," Yumaro declared with a decisive tone. The focus on the primary threat highlighted the urgency of neutralizing the formidable adversary, trusting that the collective strength of the mist shinobi would safeguard the vulnerable villagers.

In his crouched position atop the post, Yumaro determined that the time for action had arrived. Assessing the situation through his advanced sensory capacity, he prepared to make his move. Yumaro's mastery over the silent killing technique set him apart, even among the most skilled wielders in the land. Utilizing the density of the mist and the cacophony of screams in the atmosphere, Yumaro became a ghost, an unknown entity to the unsuspecting enemies ahead. Similar to a flash of light, swift and almost imperceptible, marked the movement of the swordsman wielding the Nuibari. The descendant of both the Hoshigaki and Kaguya clan disappeared from existence, reappearing upon the surface with unmatched grace. Even the pressure waves of his motion emitted no audible noise, rendering him silent. As his two feet touched the surface, Yumaro's emerald eyes fixated on the direction of his target. Though unfamiliar with the opponent's name, the leader of the horde, Kagaya, would undoubtedly pay the ultimate price. The stage was set for a deadly confrontation as Yumaro, the ghostly swordsman, prepared to strike.

Now standing on the concrete surface of the water district, Yumaro instinctively knew the precise distance to each enemy around him. None lurked below the surface, and the closest adversary was fifteen meters away, all strategically positioned in front of him but at different angles. Some raced towards his direction unknowing he was there to get further into the village, while others engaged with civilians or contended with brave but untrained individuals. The latter, unfortunately, had little chance of success, and their decision to stay and fight seemed both unfortunate and foolish. In such dire circumstances, fleeing the scene and relying on Kirigakure shinobi for protection would have been a wiser choice. The shinobi who engaged in the evacuation efforts were providing valuable support, but what they needed was a leader, a role Yumaro was not inclined to assume. The responsibility of leading military forces was one he adamantly refused. Yet, the reality before him demanded decisive action in clearing a path through the enemy ranks. Despite not being a leader, Yumaro accepted the responsibility thrust upon him, ready to make his presence known in the relentless pursuit of his target.

Dropping down from his white sleeve, sliding across his bandaged arm and landing the handle within his firm grip was now the legendary blade of the mist, the Sewing Needle. As quickly as it was in his grasp, it was swiftly thrown ahead with tremendous speed, its soundless movements unnoticeable, and its precision spot-on. The needle seemingly made contact with a revenant before someone could even blink, threatening to enter the prefrontal cortex and, with no resistance, splice open the flesh and pierce effortlessly through the bone and exit the other end. With a flick of his wrist, fingers, and palm movements, the sewing needle continued its merciless pursuit of hunting. Faster than the nearby revenants could register the sound of a body thudding against the surface, others within the general vicinity succumbed to the same fate. This became an endless occurrence within a short time span, a result of masterful handiwork and craftsmanship by Yumaro, who was systematically clearing a safe passage to his target. Sophisticated enough to understand that even the smallest obstacle could become annoying, he desired no obstruction on his path. The number of revenants dropping at the completion of a second reached fifty, leaving the observers to wonder if this was the extent of Yumaro's technical skill. As a thief in the night, he was not seen. By the time the first thud could be expected, it never occurred. Each of these revenants was stitched together, their demise shrouded by the horrors and screams of others. Now, Yumaro had distanced himself significantly from his initial location on the battlefield, having relocated elsewhere through the sheer speed of his movements.

Yumaro materialized within the wreckage, undeterred by potential consequences, moving silently amongst the pressure waves without causing any noise to emanate from the debris or fallen corpses. His emerald eyes stared ahead through the mist, their ability to see seemingly irrelevant, for his target was directly in front of him. Despite the massive physical structure before him, Yumaro's confidence remained unshaken, with the obstacle only serving to galvanize his courage, fuel his ego, and bolster his pride. In his mind, no obstacle was insurmountable. With the handle of the Sewing Needle in hand, free of any residual substance and the blade pointed directly at the throat of the opposition, Yumaro sprang into action. Through the physical attributes granted by his lineage and the diligence of rigorous training, he ascended into the air with expedition. The Sewing Needle, aimed to strike through the back of the neck of the enemy leader, was poised to pierce through flesh and sever the spinal cord, rendering the opponent immobile from the neck down if uninterrupted. As Yumaro retracted his hand after the strike, he kicked off the large man's back and centered himself upon a broken post. In mid-air, Yumaro recognized his vulnerability, especially given the height difference with the larger opponent. Nonetheless, he was prepared for counter-strikes or potential support from Higetsu. The critical question lingered: could the leader survive a soundless assault from the mist? The answer rested in the aftermath of Yumaro's calculated and precise attack.

Location: Mist District shore
Posting Order: Kagaya -> Yumaro -> Higetsu - > Gabimaru
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days
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