Sand District

[Jeriah]

Districts and Locations:

Sand District

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[STORY]

ARC CONTINUES.
INVADING FORCE FROM THE SHADOWS - What's going on!?​

As the onyx black portal formed, releasing an unknown entity into the world, the atmosphere filled with tension and fear. "So this is the other Earth? I guess Master was not exaggerating when he said it's vibrant with color. Well, too bad it will be engulfed," the mysterious man said to himself but soon realized he was not alone. Chatter spread like wildfire as attention was drawn to the enigmatic figure.

Sensing a negative intent oozing from the crimson red-haired man, shinobi in the vicinity huddled around him, demanding answers. The red-haired entity laughed at the Sunagakure shinobi's interrogative questions. "You're begging falls on deaf ears. Your life has no meaning to me. Heeeeheee," the mysterious shinobi laughed as the Sunagakure jonin began to sink into the dark hole. Other Sunagakure shinobi looked on hopelessly, unable to fathom defeating such an opponent. Their first instinct was to run, but it was to no avail.

Desperation filled the air as the Sunagakure shinobi pleaded for their lives. "Please, we'll give you anything you want," they begged. However, the mysterious shinobi showed no mercy, and the fate of the immobilized shinobi remained unknown.

In the face of this dire threat, the remaining Sunagakure shinobi were left with a daunting choice—to stay and face the overwhelming power of the mysterious intruder or attempt to escape and find a way to counter his malevolent abilities. The darkness emanating from the entity seemed to surround them, leaving them trapped and vulnerable.

As the situation unfolded, the fate of Sunagakure hung in the balance. The unknown entity had unleashed chaos and terror, and the shinobi were left to grapple with their helplessness in the face of such a powerful adversary. The enigmatic figure stood unperturbed, and the question of how to confront and defeat him weighed heavily on their minds.

Location: Suna Greenhouse​

 

[Endo]

The faint sound of footsteps and chatter could be heard in the distance, muffled, as a young child zigged and zagged through the shifting sands of Sunagakure. It was clear on the boys face that he had a mission to do. His eyes shifted around his vicinity whilst he had walked, yet no one was around his immediate area, yet he continued to look around as if he was looking through the walls themselves - ignoring all who he considered unimportant, though he had stopped when they would walk by him. It was then that something caught his attention. A group of Jounin, all being in close proximity to one another, and he was curious as to what they were doing; each step he made would bring him closer and closer to them until a burning realization engraved itself within his mind. This was it. The mission to which he was assigned. Him. The child, Setsuka of the Seven Swordsmen, was apart of the Allied Shinobi Forces and had been stationed to the Sand District to aid them. Yet he never thought it'd be something like this. The scarlet eyes blinked as a hellish wave of negative intent crashed into the childs soul- sending chills down his spine and causing his hairs to stand on end.

Gripped by his own nervousness, the young and less experienced child sought strength. He sought guidance from his superiors. The same could be said for all those who joined the Shinobi Forces from the Academy. What made him different from most, however, is the fact that he had been chosen as the Three-Tails host. He was used to watching from the sidelines, but now it was his time on the bench to come to an end… could he truly put his young, analytic mind to the test in real combat situations or will he forever be an avid reader? A willing soul is always the one who will progress. However, the willing soul can easily get lost in the shadows of another. Unable to become unique. While he learns from others, can this greatly inexperienced boy gain from on-field experience as well? Whatever doubt he may have had about himself, it must be tossed to the side. How will he fair against the unfair?

Breaking apart, parts left behind, new parts being added. More and more things would come together, to alter, to change. A blank slate upon which one may draw new imagery with the result being a new entity per new imagery. Alas, this is not a one time thing. It is a stream of continuous changes, ones that left behind much information lost to the observer. If any that is, for this place is; Where is this actually? A shell of space and time, the broken effigy of this entity being thrown about. No sound. No color. No sensations. And yet, the entity understands it all - akin to being birthed within this place. Whatever this place is. And thus, through the cracks found upon this broken effigy, light gushes forth. Light that smashes the final layer of the infinite layers and only one is left behind. A simple yet elegant thing.

"You're an eyesore."

Standing ten meters from the red-haired intruder, Setsuka stood tall - despite his small frame - and glared his fearsome foe in the eyes with his scarlet gaze, a chesire grin chiseled through his lips.

Quickly performing a Tiger hand-seal, an onslaught of ice darts boomed towards the figure - the sheering cold nature of the barrage allowing them to perfectly decimate anything within their path. Setsuka stood proud and confident in his delivering of the Ice Release: Ten Thousand Ice Petals, whilst unsheathing his Nuibari and readying a defensive stance. As the volley of icicles headed towards their mark, the only thing rummaging through their casters mind was the thought of some restraint. No, he didn’t want to completely annihilate his combatant, but he knew he needed to be extreme to an extent.

Setsuka didn't quite know his adversaries abilities, and so, he thought it best to keep a distance until he made a full analysis of his opponents skill set.

Setsuka glared at the remaining Sunagakure Shinobi, a skeptical glare stabbing into their frame as even this child found their cowardice utterly pathetic. Though, despite their fragility, Setsuka thought it best to motivate them. That way, he'd at least have some back-up.

"Giving up kills people. When people reject giving up… they finally win the right to transcend humanity."​

 

[Reigetsu]

Yuichiro was with a large group of special jonin wielding glaives and fuma shuriken cleaning out the village in four groups that are dealing with the shadow infestation, upon witnessing the chaos these entities have caused in her village, the chancellor was more determined to vanquish this enemy by any means necessary by her hands but finding the source to the problem will take some digging around in her office for anything that has anything related to the enemy from a unknown realm.

While she was thinking the air suddenly changed and a wave of negative intent hit her like a brick wall, causing the woman to drop a scroll of explosive tags from how intense this aura was, such negativity was coming far to the north-eastern side of her village where she ordered her men to remove the rare plant specimens and place explosive tags beneath the building in case that area would be attacked but she can no longer sense their chakra has vanished from existence.
"Have our people evacuate the northeastern area of the village! NOW!"
Roared the command of their leader on the mic, prompting the other body able Suna-nin to leap into action and began heading towards the area where the battle is taking place.
"Delta and Beta Squad! With me towards the battle!"
She ordered two six-man squads to head toward the battle only to receive a battle cry through the radio channel despite the danger and oblivion that awaits them all, she plan to show the enemy what Suna has to offer under the might of Yuichiro, The Witch of the Sand. As the battle between Setsuka and the unknown entity wages on, their conflict would attract a fierce force of Suna's elite Jonin to aid within 10 mins from where the hidden mist swordsman is while their chancellor propels herself using wind chakra to encase her body and fly off like a mini vortex of wind and sand blowing away the hats and lifting dresses on her citizen in an a manner that would make their leader look to be a person who exerts too much power in her actions but hey the citizens can think what they want but not right now with everyone panicking, looting, and preparing to flee to the bunkers or out of their village to higher grounds.

As the majority of the shinobi forces began evacuating, some of the wind-style users banded together and weave similar hand seals.
"Wind Style! Dancing Red Sand!"
The four men's chests enlarged from how much they were producing then theed out a thick cloud of red sand to conceal themselves and the people from the enemy spotting them, the others that were tasked with aiding the swordsman threw kunais, shuriken's with an explosive tag, four others leaped into action taking their positions around the battle in a square formation, channeling chakra into their palms and erecting a solid barrier of purple flames ensuring that the enemy doesn't escape. Once the teams contained the situation, a violent vortex of wind came crashing down like a missile and within it their leader rose up like a demon from hell

Her mere presence and aura made some of people around shiver from how heavy her killing intent was, but it was not for them, only towards the enemy who has decided to join the battlefield.
“Open it"
Without a word said, a small door-shaped opening appeared allowing her to walk in before closing up on her.
"Alright! Delta and Beta Squad, do not let the enemy escape! Give them hell!"
Her war cry embolden the shinobi before her as they all began running towards the enemy while others stayed back molding their chakra for long rang jutsus, the battle for suna begins.
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[STORY]

ARC CONTINUES.
INVADING FORCE FROM THE SHADOWS - What's going on!?

The vibrations in the sand underfoot seemed to echo with anticipation as the mysterious man, Lord Kagemi, sensed the approach of reinforcements. His heart raced with excitement, expecting to face formidable opponents that would offer a thrilling challenge. However, his elation quickly turned to contempt as he realized that his new opponent was a white-haired genin, a mere child in his eyes. A twisted laugh escaped Lord Kagemi's lips as he took in the sight before him. To him, the idea that a genin had been sent to face him was a mockery of his strength. The Shinobi Alliance's choice was an insult, a sign that they underestimated his power and resolve. His expression darkened with rage, and he silently vowed to make them pay dearly for this perceived affront.

As the white-haired genin from the Mist District stood ten meters away, a devious smirk formed on Lord Kagemi's face. The young shinobi exuded an air of overconfidence, but Lord Kagemi could sense that his analytical skills were lacking. With a single fluid hand seal, he summoned forth a barrage of ice darts, each one dense and deadly.

In a calculated move, Lord Kagemi manipulated the movements of the captive Sunagakure shinobi, forcing them to form a human shield around him. The ice darts punctured their flesh, causing them to cry out in pain as their jackets were pierced and freezing blood spilled from their wounds. The chilling temperature of the darts added to their torment, and their life force began to wane with each passing moment. Their eyes widened with a mixture of horror and desperation as they realized the dire situation they were in. The genin was about to face the wrath of a formidable adversary who reveled in their suffering. "Address me as Lord Kagemi," he taunted, his chuckle sending shivers down their spines. The name held a weight of dominance and power, a name that they would remember as they faced their potential demise.

Despite the genin's attempts at bravado, it was clear that he was outmatched. The odds were stacked against him, and the overwhelming strength of Lord Kagemi seemed insurmountable. As the standoff continued, the genin's determination was put to the ultimate test, his resolve pitted against the malevolent force that stood before him. In the face of such overwhelming power, the genin would need every ounce of his courage and ingenuity to emerge from this encounter unscathed.

In the midst of the battle, the intensity escalated rapidly as the sands around them shifted more aggressively. The approach of a platoon only fueled Lord Kagemi's adrenaline further, his anticipation building as he prepared for a new wave of opponents. As the sunagakure shinobi he had been using as a human shield grew weaker to their injuries, his need for more puppets to control became even more apparent. The presence of the Kazekage, Yuchiro, known as the Witch of the Sand, brought a different level of strategy to the battle. Her attacks were calculated and well-coordinated, a testament to her analytical skills and experience. The air was filled with tension as Yuchiro unleashed a series of attacks, each executed with precision.

In response, Lord Kagemi repurposed the human specimen he had controlled to shield himself from the onslaught of the naked throwing knives. The deadly shuriken and kunai found their mark, piercing the bodies of the sunagakure shinobi and ending their lives in an instant. However, a different approach was needed for the weaponry attached with explosive tags. Drawing upon his shadow abilities, a sinister onyx black portal materialized in front of Lord Kagemi, absorbing the incoming explosive weapons. In a swift and calculated move, he created another portal five feet away, perfectly positioning the explosive projectiles for Yuchiro, Setsuka, and the sunagakure platoon. The suddenness of the attack left little time for evasion, and within moments, the explosive tags detonated. The resulting explosions unleashed a destructive force that had a profound impact on both the sandy terrain and those caught within the blast radius. A cloud of dark smoke enveloped the area, obscuring Kagemi's physical form and providing him with a momentary opportunity to escape.

As the flame barrier emerged to counter the threat, it proved insufficient to hold someone of Kagemi's caliber. Utilizing the surrounding shadows, he crafted a portal that he swiftly traversed through, emerging on the other side of the barrier. Appearing just ten feet from one of the shinobi tasked with maintaining the purple barrier, Kagemi's fingers danced rapidly formina a rat handseal. His mastery over shadow manipulation allowed him to send his shadow snaking across the surface, aiming to merge with the barrier shinobi's own shadow. The barrier shinobi faced a critical decision – to avoid Kagemi's shadow technique and risk weakening the barrier, or to maintain their focus on upholding the protective barrier and potentially become entangled with the Kagemi's shadow, putting themselves and their comrades at risk.

In the heat of battle, the stakes were high, and split-second decisions held the power to shift the course of the confrontation. As the tense standoff continued, the clash of strategies and the intertwining of abilities would determine the outcome of this fierce battle in the Sand District.

 

[Endo]

The name Setsuka Yuki had built quite a reputation among the myriad of Land of Water circles, to include those of the highest stature. “Boy genius,” they’d say. “The Prodigy,” whispered during private encounters. It seemed the young souls reputation preceded him in ways similar to the historical giants. And truth be told, it was a station backed with merit, for he held the rank of one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen and Jinchūriki, a position of high reverence even amongst the other Lands. To achieve such feats at his age deserved the utmost admiration and respect.

Even so, with the times being what they were, his remarkable standing would help the young soul little in his soon-to-be endeavors, for a sickening darkness of rage cast itself upon the boys adversary. Whilst a Genin in rank, Setsuka was far from your typical recent Academy-graduate Shinobi. In terms of skill, he was narrowly approaching that of his older half-brother, Sumato.

Six Years Prior

A white room, devoid of crevices or creases, as though going on for infinity. Inside sits a young boy, tapping on the ground with a pen impatiently. His white hair glows in the fluorescent light, its silhouette hectic and unshapely. Undoubtedly this is the small frame of the infamous Setsuka Yuki; the Three-Tails host. Tap. The pen, forged for calligraphy, taps its bronze tip against pure white light. A ladle of craftsmanship, the metallic spout pours forth ink. A pool of black forms at the sandaled feet of the crisscrossed kid. Tap. Another hit of the pen’s tip against the floor, sends the ink sputtering out in all directions. Moving as though having come to life, black snakes of liquid turn at sharp angles. They form zig-zagging patterns across the floor, finding foothold in the invisible crevices. Soon, the center of each wall, including the floor, is covered in what can only be described as black screens. Tap. The final hit of the pen against now black floors springs these screens to life. Blue light, static like a retro human television set, now illuminates the darkened space, framing the black squares. Forming blue veins, the light spreads out like roots, interconnecting each screen into a singular network.

This... this was a test.

In every direction, a twenty foot screen plays a different scene, altered to project images from the boys 'advisors'. Each frame of footage playing out an entire day of Setsuka's life, while it appears to be fast forwarding to the naked eye. Another screen plays a series of disasters, scenes of destruction, death, and victimization. Every screen plays scenes like these, reminders, details, memories, cases, a constant stream of information, projected for Setsuka to observe. To learn. To integrate into himself.

Every single frame, every moment, every detail, is recalled, projected, re-observed, and cataloged. Scarlet pupils blur, until the entire eye glazes over a pure white. Setsuka's other senses as well are activated to their prime, hearing every detail, recalling every sensation. The noise of it all soon overlaps, fading from detection, becoming white noise, static. Absent-mindedly, the boys tongue clicks in his mouth, reciting a list of demonic incantations - as if his body become enthralled by some kind of spirit. With every sense stimulated in such a way, the tapping of the pen comes to a stop.

Suddenly the first screen turns off, having caught up to the present. Another follows, then another after. Soon, every screen turns black, and the blue light that frames them retracts its roots. The room itself fades to black, before the screens suddenly lose their form, splashing to the floor. White light emanates through the puddles of ink, growing so bright that it burns it away all together. Like the lights turning on after a film has ended, Setsuka once again finds himself in a white room, devoid of crevices or creases, as though going on for infinity. Tired eyelids close rapidly, blinking as they adjust to the light.

The Present

“Huh?”

Setsuka says, rubbing his scarlet eyes. He moves his neck from side to side, causing an audible crack from the vertebrae inside, before swinging his shoulder around in a circle, stretching the muscle. Having just witnessed the lives of what were once Shinobi fade away, Setsuka become immediately attentive at the sudden appearance of Sunagakure's Kazekage. Scratching the back of his head with his index finger, Setsuka watched the actions of his malevolent foe- noticing their attempts to avoid any long-ranged attacks by using the bodies of those around himself. Interesting. Setsuka was truly amazed, but regardless, he knew it was no time to gawk.

With everything going on, the Sand District was in the throes of total unrest. Frantically, squadrons of elite Shinobi race through the streets unaware of who is friend and who is foe, ignorantly following the orders of their superiors to condemn and fight those they know nothing about. Among the chaos, Setsuka goes completely unnoticed. This is a usual occurrence for the bland looking boy, but in this instance it is their lack of affiliation that causes them to be ignored. Though racing around in a hurry like everyone else, anyone who passes the two individuals remains unsure where their affiliations lie. Neither rebel nor royalist can place them, and so opt not to attack them lest they conflict their own orders. It would be wise for anyone with a purpose to move in this way, as it is by moving in squadrons that Shinobi accidentally identify their loyalties to this conflict.

Regardless, the Kazekage's Elite Force arriving at the scene is a simple enough feat. The barriers, and the signatures behind them, are both immediately observed by the boy detective. He is unconcerned about the structure of the barrier itself, being of a class all on his own in terms of chakra potency. The signatures behind the barrier are of interest, as the child suspects that they are somewhat powerful due to being Shinobi, due to being Jounin-class. As such, the arrival is of no surprise to the child, and his expression reflects as much.

Having observed the hand-seals of his opponent, Setsuka immediately sprang into action. Casting the Ox → Rabbit → Ram fluidly and without fault, the child called upon his unique and powerful Jutsu; Ice Release: Emperor Time Technique. Suddenly, the locomotives of all living things began to slow down, like a sub-par variation of hypothermia. Frighteningly, below freezing atmospheric temperatures and absurd pressure overtook the immediate vicinity - causing everything around the boy to halter and come to a halt. Time did not slow down for Setsuka himself, however; he remained at normal speed. With this, he quickly boomed toward the red-haired assailant and, with his Nuibari, went to sever his achilles tendons - by weaving behind him and slashing at his desired target, before zooming back to his front and using his blade to carve through his fingers in an attempt to remove his ability to weave hand seals - all whilst he was still in the middle of casting his technique to escape the barrier. So many fluid movements and attacks caused crystals of ice to overtake portions of Setsuka's short frame, forcing him to weave to his opponents right with fluidity. Creating a good few meters of distance. Unknowingly, this would've allowed the boy to avoid the explosives that might've headed his way had he not sprang into action. After this, Setsuka would deactivate his technique - and his actions caught up with reality - as a coat of steam enveloped his figure.​

 

[Yozu]

Listen and read
"Whats.. going on.."

Inside Aiya's mind, deep within her psyche conflicts of her own began to raise up and her body began to rapidly heat up; The Bijuu known as Chomei began to exhort its own chakra out of Aiya, Aiya feel to the ground, all the while her body began to bubble up, a thick layer of Bijuu chakra began to coat her body, her eyes seeming to change as well, her hands gripped firmly into the ground. A loud buzzing noise emitted from her body, while her bubbling chakra took the form of 1 tail. This is the first time Aiya had experienced this. She was at a loss for words, her mind not her own, she let out a rather menacing high pitch roar from her mouth; so high pitch that it would easily shatter glass.

-Inside of Aiya's mind-

The Bijuu known as Chomei would be squirming, something was wrong and Chomei wanted to get out Aiya herself was watching as the very seal containing Chomei began to squirm, wriggle, crack and very slightly tare with each passing second.

"C-chomei whats wrong?!"

Aiya screamed toward Chomei all the while she was lost in her mind, her body bubbling and the mental psyche of her bijuu space the very waters rippled and the screams from Chomei released a wave of dread over Aiya, as her own conscious mind began to slip and fade in and out of control


-Back in reality-

Having screamed in the pain, the roars rippled into the ground and caused the earth to tremble from the pressure of her power, soon a second tail formed, Aiya's own control began to wither from the effects of Chomei's chakra leaking from her, her chakra would bubble up into the air into a green mist, releasing a very thin layer of her pollen- which on contact with skin would cause a rash, if inhaled would make it difficult to breath. Once the green mist would have finished releasing, a third tail formed on Aiya, to which she seemed to have lost all control and her mind went into a state of survival.

Aiya's mind in a complete loss, lost in this state of survival her mind attempted to seek out the strongest thing it could find to ensure her own survival.

Something is wrong with Chomei

With that; Aiya's body was subject to the control of Chomei's influence and she had access to even more of chomei's abilities in this form. Aiya had instantly leaped up into the air and began to hover, her eyes scanning the local area for high populations; To which the green mist that had released earlier got re-absorbed into the body of Aiya's chakra cloak and forming at her mouth chakra began to gather rapidly, Chomei was going to litter Sunagakure directly with multiple tailed beast balls; Unless intercepted.

All though this is Chomei's rage in full display, Aiya's body remained undamaged from the chakra at this moment in time, only the rapid temperature change caused her skin to shine a pinkish red colour from the irritated skin attempting to reject the Bijuu chakra.

Could Aiya be saved from Chomei's rage or will Aiya calm chomei before it attempts to bring ruin to Sunagakure​

 

[Reigetsu]

Be strong enough to be someone who even the demons would fear. ​

Yuichuro observed this man and his actions, utilizing her men as meat shields to protect himself from the barrage of attacks thrown at him, especially the young boy's icicle shards that are now embedded into the helpless and dying men held hostage. As the battle continue, she began watching her men work in sync to keep the enemy focused on them while the others evacuate the civilians and capture those who are possessed, she wants to capture a live specimen of these shadows but it's hard when they leave their host and hop onto the next one, it's irritating but clearly, this enemy doesn't want anyone capturing or sealing away one of it's minions but the man before her, is clearly one of the commanders or soldiers doing their masters bidding or is he the master? She'll have to ask some questions when she puts him on the brink of death cause he clearly ain't going down without a fight. As Yuichiro contemplates her options, she hears a familiar hissing sound near causing her to look down and see the explosive kunais around her and the boy, hardens her skin all over before the explosion engulfed her and the boy, leveling the area where they stood shocking all those around who followed their leader into battle. Yuichiro rose out of the smoke, dusting off the debris, and looks around to see who is still alive and who isn't, to her surprise the young white-haired boy was already confronting the enemy but before she could assist detected a Chōmei's chakra in the area.

"Shit!"

Ran back towards the barrier where her men quickly opened the barrier upon seeing her face, the men stationed there lift a door-shaped entrance allowing their Kazekage to leave the barrier to see up in the sky is a girl possessed by Chōmei, it's obvious this jinchuriki name is Aiya Akagi, a genin who went through the ritual that sealed chomei, of course, she was there overseeing it with her personal guard, cloaked in sand red robes reaching to their lower calves and suna anbu sandals, brandishing long and short glaives glittered with gold and black. The ritual went smoothly but afterward, she hasn't checked on the child nor has she sent an anbu to see how the girl progressed over the years but some of the jonin kept reports of her in their little classified scroll hidden away. Yuichiro stared at a possessed Aiya charging up a tailed beast ball, cocks her arm back while channeling wind chakra into her fist that also began kicking the sand around the Kazekage, her chakra glowing a light orange hue all over her body till she threw her first upward, sending a strong current of a typhoon moving at 300 mph which was strong enough to force the possessed jinchuriki out of the village and to fire it's chakra balls off course which she proceeded to follow aiya

"Can't have a jinchuriki going berserk now!"

She yells out of frustration while biting her right thumb, drawing blood then swipes it across her left palm summoning a glaive in her hand then twirls it around before landing hard onto the sand which sent a shockwave that shook the very air around them.

"Come! Jinchuriki of Chōmei! Give me your worse!"​

 

[STORY]

ARC CONTINUES.
INVADING FORCE FROM THE SHADOWS - What's going on!?

The assault on Sunagakure had been a calculated and deliberate maneuver, an intricate web of chaos woven by the enemies with the intention of bringing the village to its knees. Yet, in the midst of their relentless onslaught, their own miscalculations and unforeseen interventions had inadvertently paved the way for Kagemi's advantage.

Seizing upon these moments of vulnerability, Kagemi's shadow extended with malevolent intent towards the unsuspecting ninja who maintained the barrier. With a chilling swiftness, the barrier shifted from a protective sanctuary to a prison of violet flames, entrapping both the formidable Kazekage and the determined Yuki genin, Setsuka. Within the confines of this smoky abyss, their vision was obscured, rendering them blind to Kagemi's crafty escape through his enigmatic shadow technique.

A sinister laughter emanated from Kagemi's lips, a mocking amusement at the seemingly endless cascade of errors that had plagued the battlefield. Setsuka's jutsu, meant to hinder and slow, instead entangled the Kazekage and her shinobi, the world around her moving at a crawl while she stood trapped within Setsuka's temporal distortion. A cruel twist of fate, indeed. Such technique had to be chakra taxing for a kid his age.

Amidst this tumult, a new presence emerged, charging onto the battlefield with a fiery determination. Aiya, the Chomei Jinchuriki, radiated an aura of rage and purpose. Kagemi's attention shifted, intrigued by the intensity that fueled her actions, even if he could not discern its origin. His gaze fell upon the tailed beast within her, a potent source of power that he could only dream of harnessing.

In the midst of the chaos, Kagemi's hands danced with dark intent, his fingers weaving intricate patterns that materialized into yet another shadowy portal. His anticipation was palpable, a hunger for the raw energy that emanated from the approaching tailed beast ball. With calculated precision, his portal yearned to absorb the formidable blast, to consume the overwhelming might that would be unleashed upon him.

The very air seemed to tremble with the anticipation of the collision, as the tailed beast ball hurtled towards its intended target, a storm of elemental fury that threatened to reshape the battlefield. Kagemi's calculated gamble held the promise of both salvation and destruction, an audacious bid to claim the power of the tailed beast for himself.

In this volatile dance of shadows and flames, the fate of the battlefield hung in the balance, poised on the edge of a precipice where victory and defeat converged in a clash of elemental forces. The echoes of Kagemi's laughter lingered, a haunting soundtrack to the enigma that was unfolding before them all.

In a battle rife with chaos and uncertainty, Kazekage Yuchiro's unwavering determination burned like a beacon amidst the tumultuous fray. If somehow Yuchiro seized the opportunity to escape the barrier, it would seem her attention would shift towards the seven tails jinchuriki.

If her escape from the encroaching flames was a testament to her indomitable will and prowess as a shinobi leader. Yet, as Yuchiro's gaze swept across the battlefield, her attention was momentarily drawn to the Chomei jinchuriki, Aiya. Her concern and determination to protect her allies momentarily overshadowed the lurking danger posed by Kagemi.

In that fleeting moment, the shadows cast by Kagemi's predatory technique extended toward the Kazekage, like tendrils of darkness seeking to ensnare her. The shifting sands of battle offered no respite, and Yuchiro's senses were tested to their limits as she fought not only against the physical threats before her, but also the intangible manipulations of shadow and intrigue.

The dance of shadows and light continued, the outcome uncertain, as Yuchiro grappled with the dual challenges of escaping the encroaching shadows and defending against the immediate threats that surrounded her. Every decision held the potential to tip the balance of the battle, and her choices in this crucial moment would ripple through the battlefield's tapestry of alliances and conflicts.

 

[Mellow]

In the midst of the taking place in the sand district, a pillar of spiritual essence made itself known only about 20 meters away from the child surrounded by a red 3 tail cloak. A swirling energy of purple and pink enveloped that particular vicinity resembled a galaxy pillar of chakra; This pillar of energy which seemed to just be a random accumulation of multicolored sand was in fact something much more sinister. As such, an enigmatic woman emerged from the shadows, stepping gracefully onto a massive sand pillar overlooking the entire situation within the desert landscape. Her presence is both alluring and commanding, her raven-black hair cascades down her back like a water of obsidian silk, catching the desert breeze as if to dance with the wind itself. Her gorgeous Pink Calla Lily eyes exude an intensity that mirrors the turbulent skies above. Adorned with intricate tribal tattoos along her legs that curl across her skin, each mark tells a story of her journey and her mastery of ancient arts whilst a black tribal mark shaped like a 2 pronged fork being under her left eye. As Tessa steps onto the pillar, the sand beneath her feet shifts, responding to her presence as if recognizing her as a force of nature. The pillar itself seems to bow to her, granting her a more elevated vantage point to survey the unfolding chaos. Her movements are deliberate, every step calculated and purposeful.

At that very moment, she locked her eyes on a figure resembling a small child on all fours encased within a red cloak spewing 3 tails from the back. The noises emitting from it were reminiscent to a bug which caused the very desert sand to tremble. As she observed further, she realized the poor creature charging some kind of energy ball between its tails. Undaunted, Tessa's eyes narrow at the being, her expression becoming one of disapointment and sadness as such a creature was being subdued to a state as this.
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Tessa: You poor helpless child. Subdued to such a disgusting state. While I find your power interesting, you clearly have no control over it.​

With a flick of her finger, drawing upon her mastery of ancient wind-based jutsu, Tessa channels the power of the desert itself. The gusts of wind whip around her like vengeful spirits, intertwining with her chakra to form a vortex of sand and air around her very being which rocketted itself directly towards the creature. Though, this was simply a distraction as a few things went into play here, thanks to one of her techniques, there was indeed a Spirit mixed in with the gust of wind and sand that was sent flying towards Aiya at around 150 mph, while the spirit itself was moving at 300 mph as it traveled through the air. However, once the sand is dispersed rather by connection or the ball that was being accumulated will be met with an empty space where the female being once stood as the spirit that was within the distraction attack prior will manifest itself inside of Aiya for a temporary possession upon contact. Meanwhile, 'Tessa' herself would be a few meters behind the beast making the [Horse] hand seal which was channeling the souls of the dead within the area to create a spirit cage around Aiya. This cage will only take but a quarter second to form and will harden instant. However, the cage itself does not become visible until the person is trapped inside, and while it does no damage, it WILL slowly drain the chakra of the being trapped inside.

Tessa -> Xaio -> Aiya​