Private A return to action [Requesting ANBU Sennin]

[Otani Ryuichi]

Ryuichi decides swiftly to disrupt Miro's defensive stance with a single hand seal while their fishing rod rests in their hand over their shoulder. Ryuichi takes a sturdy stance with spread legs, feet planted firmly on the ground before twisting the ankle closest to Miro to disrupt their balance.

It was then that their Mangekyo flared to life. A four-pointed sharingan with a series of orbs within it, pulsing with chakra as a line of blood runs down Ryuichi's cheek from their tear glands. They didn't even quip at the fact that Miro failed two genjutsu attempts, only focusing on her arms as reality begins to warp and shred at Ryu's gaze.

Miro slips away while leaving behind a pair of illusory clones- a high-level ANBU technique...but not before something took a grasp of their mind.

A beast had emerged from between the stone, taking the form of an entity that Miro feared....or perhaps hated most. Perhaps a particular beasty form of a recent combatant of Miro....someone who's name rhymed with "Baru".

Regardless, this left an opening for Ryuichi to effortlessly teleport behind Miro with a MASSIVE sphere of pure, spiraling chakra. The destructive force of which left a curved hole in the stones it moved through after Ryuichi threw it at Miro.


"I know all your tricks. They're not bad by any means, but baseline for an ANBU."

Jugemu simply jumps onto Ryuichi's shoulder with a smug look.

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[Kagami Miro]

Vibrant red hues caught a glimpse of Ryuichi’s lips as they called out into the hollow. The seal on the ground flared to life and out popped a tiny fox by the name… ‘Jugemu Jugemu Go-Kō-no-Surikire Kaijari-suigyo no Suigyō-matsu Unrai-matsu Fūrai-matsu Kū-Neru Tokoro ni Sumu Tokoro Yaburakōji no Burakōji Paipo Paipo Paipo no Shūringan Shūringan no Gūrindai Gūrindai no Ponpokopii no Ponpokonaa no Chōkyūmei no Chōsuke? Am I hearing that right?’ Naibu’s voice echoed through Miro’s mind. “I thought he said Jugemu Jugemu Go-Kō-no-Surikire Kaijari-suigyo no Suigoi-matsu Unrai-matsu Fūrai-matsu Kū-Neru Tokoro ni Sumu Tokoro Yaburakōji no Burakōji Paipo Paipo Paipo no Shūringan Shūringan no Gūrindai Gūrindai no Ponpokopii no Ponpokonaa no Chōkyūmei no Chōsuke…. But Jugemu Jugemu Go-Kō-no-Surikire Kaijari-suigyo no Suigyō-matsu Unrai-matsu Fūrai-matsu Kū-Neru Tokoro ni Sumu Tokoro Yaburakōji no Burakōji Paipo Paipo Paipo no Shūringan Shūringan no Gūrindai Gūrindai no Ponpokopii no Ponpokonaa no Chōkyūmei no Chōsuke sounds proper. Weird name, but like all rotten foxes they tend to be difficult to understand.” Mirō spat on the ground of the giant pillar she stood on.

Her gut instinct churned violently, a fair warning of what was bound to happen next. Retaining her battle stance Mirō focused an abundance of chakra to her eyes, her once red hues spinning into a beautiful set of pupil patterns. The surge of pain shocked her nerves, but at the cost of elevated power the pain felt miniscule comparatively. Blood streamed down both sides of her face yet her gaze never averted from Ryuichi. Yet her gut pain remained as a trail of goosebumps ran down her spine. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘D-do you feel it?’ Mirō’s heart began to race. That gaze turned to face the behemoth that slowly emerged from the depths of the hollow. Her teeth began to chatter in fear behind her closed lips. She desperately tried to hide her fear in front of Ryuichi. ‘Shit!’

Right when Mirō looked back toward her enemy the searing pain of her arm twisting forced her to vanish instantly, leaving behind two mirror images of herself. “Trying to take my arm off in a spar?” Mirō roared out to Ryuichi, her chattering teeth silenced by her inner rage and hate. ‘Mirō. Use caution. I can’t lose you again….’ Fingers coiled into a clenched fist, losing track of Ryuichi once more she paid the price. A ball of chakra rushed in toward her from behind. The impact wasn’t life threatening, mere payback for the bolt of lightning sent from Raiden himself. The attack wreaked havoc on the marble basin, With the crumbling of the massive stone pillars the dust and debris kicked up into the limitless sky. ‘Cockiness. A terrible trait for ANBU. Hate these kinds of people.’ Enveloped in the dust and debris Mirō grit her teeth, calculating her next plan of attack.

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