Open Knuck if you Buck [Open Challenge]

The "Throne of Bone" stood as a titan of engineering and tradition. The massive structure, carved from the gargantuan remains of a desert sand worm, gleamed with a polished, sand-toned luster. Banners of the Toraono clan snapped in the dry wind, hanging just below the proud symbols of Sunagakure. It was a place of high discipline and military precision, a stronghold meant to forge the next generation of desert elite.

The heavy doors groaned as they were pushed aside, admitting a duo that looked like they had been spat out of a nightmare. Yuuto stepped onto the glossy floors, his four arms folded in pairs. His presence was heavy, a suffocating aura of biological mastery and hidden intent. Every step he took resonated against the hollow, bone-like foundations of the hall. He didn't look like a student. He looked like a creature walking into a sanctuary, not that it was anything new to these people.

Close at his heel, Tennō followed with a predatory, low-slung gait. The silver-furred simian scanned the rafters with all six of its eyes, its breath a rhythmic, wet huff. The armored pants Yuuto had fitted onto the beast clanked softly with every movement, the metal plates providing a strange, modern contrast to the ancient feel of the bone dojo. They reached the center of the primary training floor, a wide expanse of polished wood surrounded by weapon racks and training dummies.

A few students and instructors paused their routines, their eyes wide as they took in the four-armed puppeteer and his chimera. The air in the room grew cold, the usual sounds of wooden swords and heavy breathing dying away into a sharp silence.

Yuuto didn't say a word.

He reached into the folds of his cloak with a lower right hand and pulled out a simple wooden sign. With a deliberate, forceful motion, he drove the base of the sign into a small crevice in the flooring, letting it stand upright and unyielding.

The ink on the wood was thick and black. The message was unmistakable.

OPEN CHALLENGE

Yuuto stood behind the sign, his four arms crossed as he settled into a broad, relaxed stance. He didn't look for a master or demand an audience. He simply waited, his eyes fixed on the entrance to the inner sanctum where the Toraono elders resided. Beside him, Tennō sat back on his haunches. The beast let out a low, vibrating growl that rattled the nearby weapon racks. Its six eyes settled on the nearest group of shinobi, tracking their movements with a terrifying, singular focus.

Yuuto smirked, his teeth bared in a silent invitation.

"I heard this was the place to find the best the village has to offer," Yuuto’s voice carried through the hollow hall, echoing off the bone walls. "I’m here to see if the rumors are true."

The gauntlet had been thrown. Now, he only had to wait and see who was brave enough to pick it up

I wasn't looking for trouble when I walked into the Throne of Bone.

Well, that's a lie. I'm always looking for trouble. But I wasn't specifically seeking it out this time—I was just passing through, still riding the high from the guitar lesson with Kureji the night before, my fingers still sore from practicing chords until they bled.

But then I saw the crowd gathering, heard the whispers, felt that familiar electric tension in the air that meant someone was about to get their ass kicked.

And there, standing in the middle of the training floor like he owned the place, was some four-armed freak with a sign that read "OPEN CHALLENGE."

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me," I muttered, pushing through the gathered students and instructors who were all standing around gawking like idiots.

The guy had a chimera with him—six eyes, silver fur, armored pants that looked ridiculous and "terrifying" at the same time. The beast was growling, tracking everyone's movements with predatory focus that made my skin prickle with recognition.

I knew that look. I used to be that look.

I walked right up to the center of the floor, my boots clicking against the polished wood with deliberate, measured steps. I stopped a few meters away from the sign, close enough to be confrontational, far enough to have room to move if this went sideways.

"So let me get this straight," I said, my voice cutting through the tense silence like a knife. "You walk into the Toraono Dojo—a place literally built from the corpse of a desert titan—plant a sign in the floor like you're claiming territory, and expect what exactly? That everyone's gonna line up to kiss your ass and tell you how scary you are?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, my gaze moving from the four-armed puppeteer to his chimera and back again.

"Because from where I'm standing, you look like some bitch who's trying way too hard to be intimidating. Four arms? Really? What, two wasn't enough for you? Had to go full tarantula to feel special?"

I could feel the stares from the gathered crowd, the sharp intake of breath from some of the students who probably thought I was insane for talking to this guy like this.

They weren't wrong.

"And your pet there," I gestured at Tennō with a dismissive wave, "cute pants. Really ties the whole 'I'm a terrifying monster' aesthetic together. Did you dress him yourself, or does he have a stylist?"

My smile was all teeth, nothing friendly about it.

"You want to see if the rumors are true? You want to find out if this place has the best the village has to offer?"

I took a step closer, my hands dropping to my sides, loose and ready.

"Then you picked the right day, four-arms. Because I'm Chikamatsu Kohana—former rage demon, current pain in everyone's ass, and the only person in this entire fucking dojo who's apparently got the balls to tell you that your dramatic entrance was about as subtle as a sandstorm in a teacup."

I rolled my shoulders, feeling that familiar anticipation building in my chest—the kind that used to make Shin lock me down with seals and prayers.

"So here's how this is gonna go. You can stand there looking all ominous and mysterious, or you can actually do something worth the space you're taking up. Because right now? You're just another little punk ass with a pet and an attitude problem."

I cracked my knuckles, the sound echoing through the hollow hall.

"And I eat punk ass bitches like you for breakfast."

Kureji would walk around. He had already fought Machoman but even then he still wanted more. Is he a battle junkie? Maybe. But he found himself walking in and seeing three familiar people. Kohana, Kureji's face would turn red as he walked up and smiled at her. Brother, whom he gave a bro hug along with his monkey friend, whom he patted on the head. And fire punchy boy who he waved to.

"We having a party? I'm down to clown." He would merely say, chaotic energies already forming around him.

Yuuto didn’t respond to Kohana’s rant right away. Instead, he slowly raised one of his upper hands to his mouth and let out a long, theatrical yawn. He looked her up and down with a gaze that suggested she was more of a persistent, noisy fly than a "rage demon."

"That’s a lot of noise for such a small flower," Yuuto said, his smirk sharpening until his serrated teeth caught the light. "Are you here to fight, or just to audition for a play?"

He turned his attention slightly as Ryuni stepped forward, the air around the boy shimmering with heat. Yuuto let out a dry, patronizing chuckle.

"Look at that, Tennō. You’ve even got a fan club now. I’m surprised the brat can even stand after the last time."

Beside him, Tennō erupted. The simian chimera let out a hacking, rhythmic sound that was unmistakably a laugh. The beast pointed a clawed finger directly at Ryuni, then pointed at the polished floorboards before making a theatrical, slow falling motion with its hand. It was a wordless mockery of the boy’s previous defeat.

The tense atmosphere broke for a moment as Kureji wandered in, radiating his usual chaotic energy.

"Brother!" Yuuto’s cold mask slipped, replaced by a brief, genuine grin.

As the rocker drew close, Yuuto used three of his arms to pull Kureji into a massive, bone-crushing "bro-hug," lifting the man slightly off the floor. He noticed the way Kureji’s face reddened at the sight of Kohana, but he didn't offer a tease. He simply gave his friend a firm, grounding pat on the back.

However, even as three of his arms embraced Kureji, his fourth arm, the lower left, snaked out to the side. He extended his middle finger directly toward Kohana’s face, holding it perfectly still while he finished his greeting. Once Kureji stepped back, the warmth evaporated. Yuuto’s eyes went cold as he focused on the two challengers.

"Too many words," Yuuto said, his voice dropping into a dangerous rumble. "Not enough squabbles."

He squared his feet, his weight shifting as he dropped into a complex, practiced stance. One hand rose to his face, palm out. A second remained poised above his head like a coiled cobra. His third arm extended a closed fist low to the ground, the knuckles white as chakra threads connected to Tenrai. His fourth hand reached out toward the pair, his palm turning upward in a slow, insulting beckon.

Beside him, Tennō mirrored the aggression. The beast dropped into a low, predatory crouch, the armored plates on its legs clanking against the wood as its claws dug in. Black static energy began to spark through its silver fur.

Yuuto’s smirk returned, cold and unforgiving.

"Let's go, brats. Show me what you've got."

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Kureji would feel the hug as he would hug Yuuto back and once he was set down, he would pat Tennō on the head before a thought hit him. "Ah shit, hey." He would look at Kohana, "Kohana, this is Brother, Brother this is.... ermmm.... Kohana...." He would smile and blush as he would introduce Kohana.

And then he would gesture to Ryuni. "Oh, and this is fire punchy kid."

It would seem that his brother would be readying for a fight. Kureji would smile, chuckling to himself as more chaotic energies would swirl around him.

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[Im currently waiting to be added to the appropriate discord group to be able to utilize the Bmod Rolling Channel. Once that resolved, I'll be proceeding with the mod. Thank you for your patience.]

The training ground transformed in a heartbeat, surrendered to the manifesting will of Masaru Yuuto. He moved with a practiced, terrifying fluidity, his four hands weaving an intricate sequence of seals before slamming his palms into the stone. A summoning array flared beneath him, and from the jagged ink of the seal erupted the massive, ethereal head of a shadow-wrought bull. From its nostrils, a torrential surge of purple flames billowed outward, forming a towering, circular arena that cut the world in two.

This was Kagutsuchi’s Stage, a cursed variant of the Ring of Fire born from Yuuto’s own lingering beliefs. The violet walls did not burn with heat, but with a metaphysical weight; a boundary that acted as a bridge between the physical and the psychological. It was an arena that demanded intent. To pass through the flickering purple curtain required a conscious decision to engage, effectively isolating the combatants while keeping the young Kohana safely beyond the threshold of the carnage to come.

[Creating CRPJ, Cursed Jutsu - Kagutsuchi's Stage: A variant of Ring of Fire with that was built upon the lingering cursed belief of Masaru Yuuto, symbolized by its Purple Flames. This ring has been stripped of the ability to deal damage and restrain people by force. It allows free entry/exit to those who make the decision to go through the flames. However it will keep out those separated from what's inside unless they make the choice to enter the field] - Giving IC reason for why Kohana is not in this fight.]

As the violet light bathed the dojo, only Kureji and Ryuni stood within the circle. Yuuto did not waste time with pleasantries. With a flick of his wrists, he summoned the dual anchors of his collection: Kusanagi and the Yata-Kagami.

The spear and the shield hovered in his service, extensions of his own formidable chakra. A visage of shimmering heat began to rise from Yuuto’s skin, his genetic manipulation kicking into high gear as he circulated his cursed energy. The air around him blurred, casting him as a shifting, predatory ghost of a man. The silence broke when Kureji lunged. Yuuto felt the sharp, sudden sting of a foreign toxin entering his system, a bold opening move that earned a dark, appreciative smirk from the Masaru.

"Paying the favor in kind, then?" Yuuto mused, his voice humming with a dangerous vibration.

Kusanagi lashed out with a vicious kick to drive Kureji back, creating the necessary distance for the next movement. The puppet’s arm snapped up, its blade glowing with a chilling, magenta-colored chakra that felt fundamentally wrong. It was cold, cursed, and heavy. Electricity began to arc across the gauntlet, and with a series of precise slashes, Kusanagi unleashed a Voltaic Shot. The projectiles tore through the air like jagged lightning, aimed directly at the musician who had dared to poison him.

The resulting explosion sent a shockwave rattling through the dojo, but the boy was fast. Kureji vanished in a blur of a Body Switch, reappearing near Tennō to unleash a blistering combination of spear-hand strikes and heavy blows. The simian took the brunt of the assault, reeling under the unexpected ferocity. Yuuto watched the display with a raised brow, the excitement in his golden eyes sharpening.

"You are pretty good, kid!" he called out, his voice cracking with a rare, genuine thrill. But the battlefield was far from stable. Kureji was weaving more auditory tricks, and Yuuto could feel a subtle, obscure power sinking into the room. His own mind felt the phantom weight of the abyss as he summoned a dark, ethereal stallion to the field. The creature lagged, a slight delay in the master’s commands signaling that his brother’s interference was taking root.

Yuuto commanded Kusanagi to elevate its blade, sending a hail of poisoned chakra needles toward the legs of his opponents. The elemental converter in the puppet's gauntlet hissed as it transformed toxin canisters into lethal projectiles. He could see the poison beginning to take hold, but the coordination of his team was fraying. Tennō became frustrated by the illusions and the constant pressure, he began to snarl in a blind, unguided rage, slamming his fists into the ground.

The betrayal came in a cloud of silver dust. Tennō, caught in the grip of a manipulation he couldn't comprehend, turned his aggression toward his own master. Yuuto felt the presence of several projectiles coming at him from all directions. He effortlessly dodged most of them, wiping his chest off from the one that actually did hit him. His simian friend look

"Betrayal, eh, Brother?" Yuuto called out to Kureji and laughed, though the sound was tight. He couldn't prove it, but the tactic smelled of his own brand of psychological warfare. "How did he hit both of us? All he was doing was... Oh, right. Music." For a fleeting second, the old chimera’s greed flared; he missed the absolute control over sound he once possessed. But he suppressed the urge to covet, focusing instead on the reality of the fight. He leaped backward, dropping into a defensive stance while holding his artifact Tenrai, the weapon connected to his arms by fine chakra threads. It was a variation of his puppetry designed for a near-impenetrable guard.

"Now, now, Suna! This is what I am talking about!" He pointed a finger toward Ryuni, who was still wreathed in his own brilliant flames. "I like you, Flame Boy! Good spirit!" Yuuto gave a swift thumbs-up before resetting into a readied stance, his third eye scanning the field as Tennō struggled to regain his senses beside him. The stage was set, and the heat was only rising.

[OOC: Love you too Raiden <3]
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Kureji would summon his guitar into his hand with a simple thought. Reality bent around his hands until the guitar appeared. In less than even a split second, he would press a button on the side of his guitar that shot tendrils out at Yuuto. It would hit, leaving a spectacular explosion. Kureji would let out a laugh. That is, until a very comically timed event happened. As soon as the puppet tendrils came back, he seen that there were some explosive notes on it. Almost as if to say return to Sender, even though it isn't even his. Another explosion happened right after and as he got back up, he would realize that he has ninja wire restraining the movement of his arms.

Kureji would see what looks to be lightning shoot across the arena and hit him square in the chest. He would laugh hysterically as he struggled to keep standing on his two feet. "I've got to see what you can do Brother! Your power is amazing!"

Poison needles would shoot out at his legs and while he was still good standing, he could definitely feel that his legs have several fractured bones. Any normal person would probably cry out in pain. Kureji? He gave an award winning smile as he would chuckle to himself through the pain. Don't get him wrong. He surely feels the pain and it hurts like hell. But he also doesn't really care due to how messed up his own mind really is.

He felt the familiar sting of poison from that attack, something that no doubt attacks his body that he doesn't really understand. But he'll play along. His fingers would fly through the chords on his guitar as he would weave his chakra into the music, causing genjutsu to take hold of whoever of his choosing. The boy seemed to only care for the monkey as of right now. Kureji on the other hand. Wanted to see how his Brother would react to just a small bit of chaos that he has going on.

His Brother would take note of one of the genjutsus that was used on him. Kureji would smile, smart guy. But how would he deal with many more things that will be to come that Kureji has in mind, he wonders. Pulling out three scrolls and tossing them up into the air, chakra threads would extend out and three simultaneous poofs and a Teddy bear, drum set, and a whole freaking Grand Piano appeared on the battlefield. The Teddy Bear was situated in between both instruments as it would impressively play both the drums and piano at the same time.

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The connection to the nightmares faded as the link to Kureji and Ryuni was severed. Yuuto was finished giving Kureji any more mental ammunition. He viewed himself as a traveler of styles who sought to collect what he lacked, while Kureji was a purist who mastered the mind. Yuuto had no desire to let his greed lead him into a cautionary tale. As his own thoughts cleared, the lingering anxiety and distrust dissolved. He made a mental note of how dangerous Kureji could be in future encounters.

"Brother, I must say this is the first time in a long time that any opponent could befuddle me like this", Yuuto said. He accepted that Kureji held the advantage in Genjutsu and decided to abandon that route entirely. He dropped his feral shift to dial back the senses of his companion. He needed the simian to maintain control. Chakra resonated in Yuuto’s throat as he mimicked the sound abilities of his opponent. His voice ruptured across the stage.

"Focus!"

Yuuto channeled pink and purple energy from Kusanagi into his fingertips. This was the cursed energy of Yin and Yang, coalescing inside the puppet like pure discord. He fed this energy through his chakra threads. His voice boomed and reverberated around the dojo.

"This time you deal with me!"

Yuuto unleashed martial strikes into the air that seemed to fracture the space before him. Magenta chakra needles followed through the rifts he created. He dashed toward Ryuni and entered a variation of the Nanjirou clan stance. A master would recognize the technique, though it was heavily adjusted to accommodate a four armed practitioner. Yuuto continued to strike the air while the needles flew on his command.

Ryuni interrupted with a barrage of his own blows, but Yuuto faded into a burst of crows to avoid the brunt of it. The boy was relentless. Even though the puppeteer dodged most of the attacks, he was impressed that the young fighter managed to land any hits at all. Kureji and Ryuni could not escape the range of this specialized combat. Yuuto used his chakra threads to extend the reach of every strike. The threads followed his movements, sometimes detaching completely to become needles. Because he was a master puppeteer, these attacks were deceptively hard to track until they were already making contact.

Chakra needles appeared before both opponents to cancel their escape routes. Over twenty needles erupted from the ground to circle them.

"Cower at your weakness!" Yuuto yelled. The chakra needles reigned down from all angles, exploding on contact. "Struggle beneath the weight of a curse!"

Kureji used a large shield to cover himself, while Ryuni struggled to avoid the barrage. Tennō followed the lead and punched into the air to release a fist of black chakra. This energy felt dead and hollow, acting more like a spell than a physical blow. The weighted fists struck Ryuni attempting to suppress his movements to a crawl. Kureji’s puppet fusion attacked next. Yuuto effortlessly avoided the strikes while walking toward Kureji. He noticed the toxins in his body seemed to be getting absorbed and leaned forward with professional curiosity.

"What is this technique?" Yuuto asked in a casual tone.

Suddenly, his eyes teared up. He saw Ryuni looking at Kureji in horror with his own eyes full of tears. It appeared Kureji had accidentally gassed the entire area.

"And they say I'm the monster..." Yuuto lamented.

Ryuni responded by summoning a fire rodent, but before he could recover, Tennō rolled over him like a silver cloud to rain down blows. Yuuto laughed as the primate made his presence known. The three of them stood ready with their partners in tow. Kureji’s fusion, Ryuni’s rodent, and Yuuto with his bruised but adapting monkey.

Yuuto observed the damage to the building and held up a hand. "Alright, it's clear this is becoming too much. Anything beyond this would be bad for the dojo..... How about one last go. Ten seconds." Yuuto squared himself into a stance and released his cursed chakra.

Kureji would laugh and play his guitar as they would all play to the tunes of battle. He has no idea whether or not his most recent genjutsu has effected Yuuto, but he did make a comment to him about Kureji's skill.

The rock star chuckled to himself as he kept playing his guitar. "What can I say? Most my life my minds been nothing but a fractured mess. Only right that something good would come out of it."
But even as he said it, one of Yuuto's attacks had hit him. And for a split second, he didn't have the facial features of a madman. He looked around, almost confused. Kureji would scratch his head as his mind felt a little weird. But with that said, maybe with a clearer, less stable mind, he would focus and use his guitar to suck up most of the projectiles that were aimed his way along with really think about the poison running through his veins. With some swift hand seals, he would be able to reverse the powers of the poison effecting his body to actually work in his favor.

As Yuuto asked Kureji what that technique was, the rock stars mind went back to its original fractured self. He would laugh hysterically as the poison would start to actually heal some of his wounds. With a chuckle, he would finally say, "Toxic conversion. Good to deal with pesky poison users." With that said, he would point the neck end of his guitar at Yuuto and press a button. Poisonous gas would fill the area around the battlefield. He would laugh hysterically until he heard someone else coughing nearby.

Looking over, it was Fire Punchy Kid. Kureji would scratch the top of his head, "Yanno. I was so focused on Brother, I forgot you were even here. Or maybe I forgot that type of poison does that. Oh well. You'll be fine."

Yuuto gave a reasoning. Ten more seconds. Give it all they got in these last ten seconds. Kureji would laugh, at first a small fit. But eventually turned into hysterical laughter as chaotic energies would fill the immediate area around him. "Sounds good. Let's dance!"

There came a time in all shinobi's lives where you made decisions that would alter the course of others... yourself... and the world around you. Like a domino effect, even more interesting a butterfly effect. The beating wings of a butterfly that could cause war to be waged and lost as the wind would blow one way or the other. For the young Yamashiro boy in this conflict, it would be the day he left the Diamond Ocean. Why? Because the seal now exploding with power on his forehead was waging a war within the boy's body. It reached deeply within his core... and pulled every ounce of passion and pressure from within pouring it out for the world to see its amazing display. However, in the wake of this... he would begin to lose himself. Lose control of his erratic chakra being pushed outwardly, exposing himself to the ones around him... and projecting his very life force into the sky. It would shake the very foundation of this building and the direct area around the conjoined fighters.

As amazing as it was... it was not good.

Even a brilliant candle would eventually flicker out with enough fuel.

'Thump' his heart would thud within his chest.

"AHHHHHHH!!!" his bellowing screams blending his voice with the gurgling and scratching of vocal cords. Smoke billowed from his mouth as he took in breath for another yelp into the sky. The ground beneath the boy would crackle and break under the pressure of the amount of chakra he was conjuring, and it continued to spike as he'd continue building chakra for his attack. Kobi's screams of concern would be blurred within everything around Ryuni, he couldnt hear anything around him... let alone focus on the things around him. As the heat rose, the pangolin would leap from the boy's shoulder to the ground nearing him yelling out again as his hands would begin to glow... was he going to seal away the flames? No... There was something else. However, the flames of Kureji would separate the duo!

"HEY! IF YOU DONT STOP PLAYING AROUND THE BOY IS GOING TO DIE!" Kobi would yell in the rockstar's direction whether it would fall on deaf ears would be another thing. The rushing sounds of the chakra whooshing into the arena would cause alot of the words to be lost into the ether. For Ryu, his eyes would clench shut for the moment. Blinking once and revealing a display of dazzling gold flames would burst from his very eyes glowing bright. His hair lighting aflame and his very skin beginning to be encompassed into the flames around him. His muscles rippled with power as chakra would pump into them pushing his body passed anything he'd done or be able to naturally do. This was his father's doing, but why? Why had he pushed this unto his son?

No good.

His sight caught Yuuto, and Ryuni's body flickered with a blow that would be able to kill most normal shinobi. However, Yuuto was no normal shinobi. Hell, he wasnt even a normal looking one either. The boy would wiff the attack as Yuuto's amazing ability to hit and not get hit was on full display. The attack shattered everything where Yuuto had just been. Charred remains would be all that was left with a hammering fist from Ryuni that would lodged into the ground.


THUDUMP! Ryuni's chest would heave, his body was pushing forward even if it had nothing to push with. Like an engine super charged with nitrius oxide while driving a regular buick.

'What is happening to me...' the boy thought as he watched in horror from within his own body. The sensation felt like he was sunken within himself. Able to watch but not control any of his bodily functions. The more he tried to regain control, the more he would be dragged into the overwhelming darkness within him. And not darkness in the sense he was evil... but the depths and emptiness of... death. He was sinking deeper and closer to his own mortality. Falling closer to the point of no return.

No light.

No second chances.

His body moved to attack again. This time spotting Kureji, who seemed to be the closest to him now that fire would begin to swirl around them... Whose fire was it? The Rocker or the Flaming punchy boy. His attack would come blazing fast. Strikes that were wide like haymakers. It seemed to be untrained, feral. Embers would shower them with every strike he pushed forward. 'I... wha-... I have to... Before its too late...' thoughts swirled within the boy. Nothing continued to be coherent. Broken lines and shattered realities.

BADUNP! THUDUMP! This time... his body lurched forward as hewould be slammed down into the ground. HIs senses suppressed and ringing waved over the boy from the darkness. It felt as if he were being dragged into the depths of hell, he could hear the wailing of voices beyond the veil. They were calling out to him. Ancestors calling for him to come home. To join them. Welcoming him to his fate. In this moment, Ryuni would shed a single tear and it sizzled and evaporated against his molten cheekbones. '...If this is the end... I... will not go silently into the night...' the thought crossed his mind but something was different. The blow that had hit him would be met with the eyes of the Monkey companion of Yuuto extending the pole and helping the boy up to his feet. The feeling of the moment as they would lock eyes with one another would give the boy a wave of calm. Like this was the moment he wanted.
The grinding of bone white teeth with smoke seeping from between his enamel would be the sight Ryuni gave the Monkey Deity. And he would oblige the moment. His body conjured every ounce of chakra into a single point. The form like a giant head of a dragon covering him in the display. The thermal maw of the beast opening wide with Ryuni in the center before charging forward into the monkey with every ounce of fight left within him, and if Ryuni's knowledge of the anatomy of humanoid beings were better the attack would have been critical. . . a slight miss to the left and Tenno would have gone down... but blessed was he to even have the ability to do this attack. So blessings went both ways....

All would grow silent until the explosion of the chakra on Tenno would emerge from the attack! Thunderous would the the word used to describe the display. Chunks of rock and debris would fly about as the attack connected fully. Within Ryuni though... something stopped as he would feel the flames over his body begin to char and turn his body into what could be perceived as coal but it would be just the transformation as a result of the technique. The use of the technique was enough to knock Ryuni's consciousness straight for the moment, "Gotcha." the boy would smirk to the monkey before his eyes fluttered and Kureji would fly through the smoke with an attack to his rear. The attack coming almost as he would be blindsided.

Everything would grow dark and Ryuni suddenly felt tired. Exhausted even. More than he'd ever felt in his life. Like when he first joined the academy and got beaten by a Hyuuga child. She had just been able to unlock her byakugan and she washed the boy. He didnt stand a chance. He focused himself after that. Never underestimating anyone and trying to out work and out pace all of his peer. He was never the smartest or the strongest but the boy had heart. His passion. His fiery ambition. Now blowing away as it burned so bright that the flames erroded the very thing he carried on his sleeve. His aspirations were those emotions that gave him purpose. He was the flame of Suna... but now. Deep within his chest his heart would flutter again as the last flames would whisk away from it revealing a black hole covering his chest.


He lay on the floor, his chakra severed and stripped. His body glowing like charcoal exposed to the air. Dying flames ould whisk around the boys body. Obviously gone passed his limitations. Obviously slipping through the veil. The sounds and cries of those who were with the ancients. Those long forgotten souls that begged to return. The wails of souls that wanted a second chance. The area reminding Ryuni of the nightmares he had the night he had gotten his headband. The gripping souls that wanted the life he had. The potential he had. They wanted life. However, not Ryuni was becoming them. A dead soul whose cries were hidden amongst the others, a forgotten flame that never shined bright enough to reach its ambitions. Ryuni's eyes would finally close as he'd let out a deep huff, blackened smoke escaping his lips as he took his last breath.