Mist District

[Baldhead]

The chain twitched in his grip, and with a sharp pull, Kubikiribōchō tore itself free from the mist. Where Yumaro sent it seconds earlier, slicing back through the mist toward its master. Umirama caught the blade cleanly, chain slithered back up his forearm, coiling tight like it belonged there. His golden eyes scanned the shifting white veil. He didn't question it, no, he knew Yumaro was watching, waiting, breathing with the mist itself.

“ 1-0 “

He mutters under his breath as he makes the simple hand seal ‘Tiger’. In the same heartbeat, mist thickened beside him, rippling with shape until a Water Clone emerged. Droplets sliding down its face like sweat that wasn’t there and eyes gleaming with the same sharpness. The clone gave no glance back, only dropped low to the ground, hands already forming seals. Umirama’s body blurred, chakra compressing into his legs in a single pulse. The Body Flicker Technique sent him upward into the mist, his form dissolving as if it swallowed him whole. Like if he had never been there at all, no splash, no displaced air, just absence.

The instant Umirama’s feet left the field, the clone’s hands finished the hand seals it started earlier.

“Lightning Release: Lightning Eel.”

The clone exhaled, and the battlefield erupted with crackling intensity. Bolts of electricity surged outward across the mist-slick ground. Turning every bead of water into a live wire. The thin film of damp mist that coated the battlefield became a vast conductor, a living trap even. The attack wasn't sustained, it was a strike. A jolt meant to scorch through the mist, shock anything submerged in the same field of water, and most of all, force Yumaro to reveal himself.

Above it all happening, Umirama watched. His eyes burned brighter against the lightning glow. Scanning the sea of mist below, every muscle tightened like each muscle is ready to explode any second. For a moment he seemed suspended, still climbing, as though the air itself carried him higher. While waiting for the flash to force Yumaro into motion, waiting for the monster of the Kirigakure to come out and show himself.

Location: Kirigakure Training field
Posting Order: Yumaro → Umirama
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll


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[Davon]

The lightning had struck its intended target. As it crawled across the mist, through the water, into the nerves, and into bones. The powerful lighting traversed not through arcs or an un concentrated burst. It was intentional and refined to takedown a full grown man. As the current traveled, Yumaro did not bother to dodge, as it wouldn't have been easy to do. The current hit hard, as he was positioned within the mist where the air was highly thickened, as the field itself had been turned against the shark of the mist. Kirigakure's Bone Shark allowed it to hit. As the electric surge flooded through his limbs, into the marrow of his bones, for most shinobi it would have meant collapse, charred nerves, and complete loss of control. But Yumaro's body was not made like theirs, as through extreme training and conditioning, he's evolved and adapted.

As the powerful current coursed through him, his muscle seized tight - then reformed, pulsing as if absorbing the trauma. A hiss of stream rose from his shoulders, his jaw tightening for just a breath. As the current flowed through the conductive battlefield, Yumaro channeled chakra into the ground using minute water pulses beneath his soles, aiding to reduce the power and divert excess current like heat through pipes. He took the pain, not as weakness but more so as measurement. From his shoulders, neck, and ribcage, white fragments peeled away, at the assumable last current. Subtle at first, like steam but much sharper, and more visible if - visible in this environment of mist. Yumaro eyes, emerald and cold, tilted head and exposed chin as his head leaned backwards. His skin steamed, charred, as exposed parts of his body bore faint markings, as electrical scarring just beneath the surface. Aside from that, his posture did not change and his gaze not broken.

"Most would already be on the floor or dead."

Yumaro stepped forward, and Samehada beginning to unfurl behind his shoulder, chakra throbbing through the blade's mouth. As it aided in anchoring some pain away from its master. Samehada hissed, scales slighting stretching, as it drew in the mist-charged air, as it had fed on the lightning despite showing a guttural grow, unsavory. Despite such, it had wanted more. Yumaro body was burned, and his nerves ached, but his presence was now awakened, and crushing, as if the sea itself had finally stood up. This could be felt at the brief and instant exertion at the release of his chakra.

Bone, as it was the small, scale-like osteoid plates which were shaved off by the intense voltage, flaked off his skin like snow. It was not comparable to dust, ash, but it was rather bone, mixed in now with the atmosphere near Yumaro. It hide within the flash of chaos, and Yumaro did not buckle, or even fall to one knee. Yumaro inhaled and exhaled, and with his left hand raised it into a half - tiger seal. The fragments which were broken off hovered midair, as dozens were small, dense, and razor-edged osteoblast shards, spinning unnaturally, stabilized in the mist but then...
"I'll show you what the sea screams like."

Yumaro clenched his fist, which seemed to send fragments flying. The shards launched outward, not like shrapnel, but rather like bullets but made out of bone. Each were infused with a fraction of Yumaro's chakra, a spread of calcium projectiles screaming through the white veil, closing the vertical gap between Umirama and his clone in less than a second. It wasn't pretty, or graceful but rather it was a feeding frenzy. A moment of sheer anatomical savagery, and Yumaro didn't need to see Umirama clearly. For he saw him in another method. And then he Yumaro moved, as he simply walked forwards to where Umirama, or whatever was left of him would be.
Location: Kirigakure Training field
Posting Order: Yumaro → Umirama
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll

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[Baldhead]

The clone’s Lightning Eel flooded through the battlefield and did its work. The lightning raced into a hidden form, striking hard and Umirama’s gaze cut sharp through the mist. Seeing the tremor of flesh reacting against the voltage. Knowing exactly where Yumaro was, Umirama let out a simple whisper, almost as quiet as a breath. “There” Through the veil of mist, Yumaro was no longer hidden within the veil. His position burned clear in the mist when the lightning struck, his outline betrayed by the very mist he’d thought would hide him.

Still suspended high above, Umirama watched as he began to descend down back to the battlefield. While the Water Clone made the first move and it did not hesitate. The moment its eyes caught the target, it launched forward at full speed, racing across the wet ground. Its own Kubikiribōchō raised high, meant to test Yumaro, to draw his response. And Yumaro’s response came shortly afterward as an eruption of white, razor-sharp bone fragments tore outward like a storm through the mist. The clone met them first, its chest punctured, head split apart, dissolving in a burst of water before it even hit the ground. But the destruction did not end there. The bullets continued upward, shredding through the mist, a vertical storm aimed at the true body still suspended in the air.

From above, Umirama’s eyes narrowed. The sudden destruction of the clone was enough. The clone’s sacrifice told him everything. Danger was coming for him next. Without hesitation, his hands tightened on Kubikiribōchō’s chain as he snapped it into place before him. The blade howled through the mist as he braced it with both hands, the flat side of the steel raised like an unyielding wall. Chakra flowing in the blade in a heartbeat, igniting it with a blue glow.

The first wave of bullets struck hard. Sparks flared as the bullets bounced off the massive sword’s broad surface. Their momentum died against its sheer weight. Each impact hit like a wave against cliffs, the recoil shuddering through Umirama’s arms. His tendons burning from tanking the storm head-on, but not without cost, stray shards carved shallow lines across his arms, slicing through cloth and skin alike. Bone fragments chipped and shattered against the steel. For a moment, the Mist itself was even shredded around him, cut open by the chaotic storm of bone. And through it all, Umirama’s guard did not break. His lips curled into the faintest smirk. “...Not enough.” He spoke low, more to himself than to Yumaro, the words were lost beneath the thunder of impact.


The last fragments shattered against the blade, bone dust scattering into the mist. Umirama crashed down into the soaked ground. His landing was hard, ungraceful, forced by Yumaro’s surprise attack. But he stood, sword in hand, chest rising steady. His lips curled into the faintest smirk, though blood ran in threads from his side. With a sharp exhale, Umirama lowered the sword just enough for him to step forward. “Not enough to break me… not yet.” His grip shifted, the chain unraveled, and Kubikiribōchō began to spin. Slowly at first, then faster, the great blade howled through the mist, each rotation creating pockets of clarity into the mist. The fog stirred and churned, distorted, pulled into whirling streams around the spinning mass. Each step Umirama took forward was veiled, revealed, and veiled again, his silhouette breaking and reforming in the haze.

Location: Kirigakure Training field
Posting Order: Yumaro → Umirama
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll


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[Reigetsu]

Mist draped the ocean like a burial shroud, its silken tendrils creeping over the waves. Through that ghost-grey veil, a single vessel approached the port of Kirigakure—a ship floating across the bank towards the dock. At the same time, Sōma sat on one of the ships stationed at the Kirigakure Docks, looking over Nuibari, the sword given to her by choice, resting on her lap. Still, she felt unworthy of it, a weapon that once brought fear to those against the hidden mist and had been wielded by many swordsmen over the centuries before the great cataclysm, including past legends like Kushimaru Kuriarare, Mangetsu Hōzuki, and Hebiichigo. Each individual had served and died for the village while wielding Nuibari. Now, it is Sōma Chinoike's turn to carry on the mantle as the next member of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist. Sōma prepared to train but saw a blonde man walking somewhere, and the first thing she noticed was his weapon of choice—the infamous executioner blade, Kubikiribōchō, strapped to him. Deep down, this is her only chance to see other members using their weapons and learn from the best, so the Chinoike girl followed him. The mist clung to the ground and was as thick as he walked through it bravely, as if he knew where to go. This was confirmed when she sensed someone else at the training field, but she couldn't see who until she was close enough to make out a man wielding Samehada,
She recognized him when she was at the academy, where everyone called him "King of the Dead Sea (霧隠れの怪人, Kirigakure no Shikaiō)" for his skill and prowess as a shinobi. He was feared for his kekkei genkai, Shikotsumyaku, which earned him recognition from higher officials who had seen him operate but knew not to cross a man who could skewer you with his bone-like weapons.

Sōma leapt onto a tree and observed the spectacle from afar, but was able to hear their conversation, how they addressed each other, and their posture to each other, like they were measuring each other before the battle. Yumaro's voice was loud and clear as he spoke as he talked to the blonde-haired man, explaining how he made it and followed the fog, which she deduced that he created the fog. She heard Yumaro address the sword on his shoulder while witnessing the shifting of Samehada under the wrappings. He asked the man whether he was here to earn his place or take his, which made her tense up in anticipation as they conversed with each other.

The man she now knows as Umirama Momochi was asked if he is here to become a monster or to come to kill one, which made her shiver even more like Yumaro is addressing her directly. The battle commenced when Umirama swung the blade from a link of chains that is connected, making a sweeping arc but when she followed where the massive sword would land, she failed to notice Umirama moving from his spot and reappear behind Yumaro. She gasps at the speed of Umirama, who got behind him, causing the chain to jerk and come flying at Yumaro's neck, ready to decapitate, but the elite shinobi who sent Kubikiribōchō flying back to Umirama, who caught it cleanly. She continued to watch at their battle continued as she observed from where she is at, keeping sielnt and still as she watched the two monsters trade blows or evade, but Yumaro took the brunt of the Lightning Release: Lightning Eel which she thought would have died or passed our from the shock but he stood there, unbothered and still as stone, unmoved "He is a monster" she thought to herself as Yumaro spoke again, saying most would already be on the floor or dead, the exact thing she thought of. She continued to watch as they fought, not intensely, yet it looked like a death battle.

 

[Davon]

Yumaro’s brow arched with rare intrigue, for it wasn’t often that he acknowledged damage absorbed. That alone was a feat worthy of respect, and the Kaguya’s lips curled into a smile. His serrated, luminescent teeth gleamed like a predator’s, reminiscent of an orca’s maw—an omen etched across the King’s face. To Umirama, the sight could be taken as an honor, or as the shadow of impending doom. Either way, the fangs of the King were now bared. Words had little place here; Yumaro had never been one to waste them. Yet this moment demanded a departure from silence—his excitement now roared louder than restraint. His voice dropped to a low growl, heavy with promise. "Fight to kill me"

The last syllable hissed through the shredded mist, punctuated by the storm of bone shards that had already turned Umiramas clone into scattered water. But the Kubikiribōchō had held, its wall of steel braced against the storm. Even still, Yumaro’s grin only widened. His excitement brewed, rolling out of him like the crushing weight of the deep sea. AsUmirama spun the massive cleaver, the mist was torn open in whirling streams, his form shifting in and out of clarity. The fog bent and warped, but Yumaro did not flinch. His skeletal armor shimmered faintly beneath the mist, bone plates flexing, his chakra pulsing with pressure so heavy it made the air taste like iron. With a flex of his arms, white protrusions jutted from his shoulders and back, growing like jagged wings.

The whirl of Kubikiribōchō split the haze again, and in that pocket of clarity, Yumaro launched. Hydraulic pressure burst from his calves, propelling him with inhuman speed across the soaked battlefield. He struck low, bones erupting from his forearm into a jagged spear, the tip aimed for Umirama’s chest—testing the Mist Swordsman’s reaction at close range. At the same time, the “wings” of bone behind him exploded outward, each shard a secondary storm meant to converge from multiple angles. It was not just a single strike—this was a layered assault, each attack demanding Umirama choose whether to defend against the spear, the storm, or risk both. through it all, Yumaro’s grin never faltered. He required more from Umirama.

Location: Kirigakure Training field
Posting Order: Yumaro → Umirama
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll
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[Baldhead]

It felt like the world had gone silent, time coming to a halt. Even the rain seemed to hesitate between them, two killers standing in the heart of the storm, the air thick enough to choke on. Mist wrapped around them like a living being, whispering secrets of blood and death. And when Yumaro’s teeth glinted through it, sharp and shining like an white shark’s maw, Umirama felt something rare stir inside his chest, excitement. Not fear, not hesitation but that old, familiar pulse that came only when death looked him in the eye and smiled back. Yumaro’s words broke the silence through the mist.

“Fight to kill me.”

Umirama didn’t respond and remained silent. Words had no place in this kind of dance. His silence was his answer, an unspoken oath carved into the years he’d spent killing as the ghost for the Mist. He shifted his weight as his hand flexed around the Kubikiribōchō’s chain that rattled once. Umirama’s left hand slid along the weapon’s grip, his right tightening just below the guard as he turned his stance sideways, knees bending low. The blade’s flat side angled slightly inward, the edge tilted toward the ground. The posture of a swordsman who intended not to block, but to redirect the incoming attack. Then Yumaro moved and the world broke. A blur of white bone and force tore through the mist. The ground screamed beneath his feet, the air imploded under his speed. A spear of sharpened bone erupted toward Umirama’s heart, while the jagged wings flared wide, a storm of death closing in from behind.
But Umirama had already moved, his shoes skimmed the surface of the water, chakra blooming beneath his soles. “Suiton: Surfing Strike.” The shallow water underneath rose to meet him, pushing him forward like jets in a motion that blurred the distance between Yumaro and him. Meeting the attack head-on, Kubikiribōchō’s broad edge turned sharply, guiding the bone spear along its side. The contact rang out, a violent, piercing shriek that split the mist and echoed across the flooded field. Sparks flared where steel met bone, fragments scattering like embers into the mist. The force of the impact rippled through Umirama’s arms, his muscles flexing to absorb it, the water beneath his feet exploding outward from the redirected momentum. His blade shifted, sliding along the spear’s length, not fighting its strength but using it, turning the attack’s path just enough to glance past him. The impact should have sent him sprawling. But Umirama used it, twisting with the force, spinning with the momentum. The blade’s immense weight turned the redirection into a launch, slinging him past Yumaro’s flank. Water exploded beneath him in a burst of mist and ripples to cover Yumaro’s view. And then, as the bone wings screamed toward him from behind, he was already gone. The space they aimed for was empty aside for the spray of water.

A flicker, soundless, seamless. The Body Flicker Technique broke the rhythm of time. When he reappeared a few meters behind the King of the Deep, droplets fell from his shoulders as he slid to a halt on the flooded ground. His eyes were narrow and focused on the man just like a blade sharpened to a single point.

“Even the King,” Umirama said quietly “bleeds beneath my blade.”


He raised Kubikiribōchō up as lightning formed along its edge, crawling like veins through the cracks in its steel. The air thickened with ozone, the water sizzling to vapor around it. The blade cut downward, aiming to slice Yumaro in the middle in one move. But Umirama is not one to leave anything to chance, but is a man who secures his actions. He wants the King to feel it, the feeling that Umirama was the one in control. His left arm snapped outward as the chain attached to Kubikiribōchō’s hilt shot forward, lightning racing down its length in violent, writhing arcs. Aiming to bind and restrain Yumaro from escaping his attack. Through it all, Umirama’s expression didn’t change. His heartbeat was steady, unhurried. Not fighting by pure instinct, instead he showed that he was instinct in flesh given form. Every movement being thought out, each strike done in the span of a heartbeat. Making all his moves merge into one action against the man.

Location: Kirigakure Training field
Posting Order: Yumaro → Umirama → Sōma
Post Time Limit (PTL):
Skip Points: lll


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[Reigetsu]

Sōma leaped onto another tree to get closer and see more of the intense battle. They both have equal prowess in combat, but this man, wielding the Kubikiribōchō, seems more in sync with his weapon. He uses it with a full understanding of its purpose, as an extension of his being. At the same time, Yumaro remains an unstoppable monster, with Samehada granting additional lethality to his body. Both warriors are one with their weapons, while Sōma remains a fresh blood, a resurrected warrior with no prior combat experience using this weapon until her mission to Kusagakure, understanding its basic purpose and capabilities. She stands up with Nuibari in hand and leaps between each branch, steel wire slithering through the blade hole, forming a web of steel as she sits back down and observes the battle.

Location: Kirigakure Training Field
Posting Order: Yumaro → Umirama → Sōma
Post Time Limit (PTL):
Skip Points: lll​

 

[Reigetsu]

The Next Day​

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Sōma Chinoike stood by the beach, watching the ocean and reflecting on where her life had gone. The hell she endured after graduating from the academy, the shadow realm's first attack, her falling into a coma, waking up, and now being thrown into a world that has changed forever. Shinobi are falling by the hundreds against this threat, but humanity still stands strong; however, with her partnership with Umirama, she feels hopeful. She was waiting at the spot she told the larger man to meet her so they could discuss their plans, possibly helping her learn how to wield Nuibari properly.