The Sage walked through the streets of the poverty stricken district. He wore extravagant white robes that bore the War seal of the Toraono, Miroku & Senju. A large Lotus Blossom encompassing the Senju Tree with a blade embedded in it. Before these was the Toraono Tiger victorious over the Heavenly Dragon. Runic glyphs ran across the mans wrists & face travelling down below the collar of his robes. To those who had chakra sight a red wyrm chakra mark was upon his face. Two white fox-like ears twitched poked out from the snow colored mess of hair the Sage had. Behind him swung five fox-like tails each as white as the snows that now covered his lands.
A mismatched gaze made of one crimson eye & an Onyamuji counterpart. Upon his hip hidden beneath his robes was a syringe belt full of toxins. On the other was a Respirator. Where once he had been a Chaos-Demon half-breed he'd now taken the power of a Kitsune. Another type of powerful spirit, everything about the shinobi was unnatural to behold. He'd established enough of a reputation around here that the denizens knew better then to cross him. Then everything changed rapidly before the Sage. A figure burst across the street through a nearby alley exiting into one adjacent to it. Another being quickly pursued this one, without hesitation he dashed forward in pursuit. Moments like these were the reason he haunted these districts.
Whatever it was moved with an unnatural speed not too mention whatever it was that it was pursuing. Before long they turned down an alley that he knew was a dead end. 'Finally the fun can begin!' he thought with delight sliding to a halt in the entrance of the alleyway. Silently he stood there prepared to act if needed but for now he would merely discern what was happening. Little did he know that tonight was going to be far more interesting then intended. That deathly chakra attempted to drain the life from all in his presence & a deep thunderous humming sound could be heard emanating from within the shinobi. His gaze was piercing & held all before it with cold calculation. A sinister smile was spread across his face, an animal-like bloodlust apparent on his face.
A mismatched gaze made of one crimson eye & an Onyamuji counterpart. Upon his hip hidden beneath his robes was a syringe belt full of toxins. On the other was a Respirator. Where once he had been a Chaos-Demon half-breed he'd now taken the power of a Kitsune. Another type of powerful spirit, everything about the shinobi was unnatural to behold. He'd established enough of a reputation around here that the denizens knew better then to cross him. Then everything changed rapidly before the Sage. A figure burst across the street through a nearby alley exiting into one adjacent to it. Another being quickly pursued this one, without hesitation he dashed forward in pursuit. Moments like these were the reason he haunted these districts.
Whatever it was moved with an unnatural speed not too mention whatever it was that it was pursuing. Before long they turned down an alley that he knew was a dead end. 'Finally the fun can begin!' he thought with delight sliding to a halt in the entrance of the alleyway. Silently he stood there prepared to act if needed but for now he would merely discern what was happening. Little did he know that tonight was going to be far more interesting then intended. That deathly chakra attempted to drain the life from all in his presence & a deep thunderous humming sound could be heard emanating from within the shinobi. His gaze was piercing & held all before it with cold calculation. A sinister smile was spread across his face, an animal-like bloodlust apparent on his face.
Ah what a beautiful night to hunt! It had been far too long since the last time she had done this. The kunoichi would take a deep breath, relishing in the moment. Her heart was racing with excitement as she chased the creature along the rooftops, purposefully making sure that she isn't moving as fast as she could be in order to prolong this moment. The joy of a hunt had to be savored now that work was starting to slow down. Over hunting was slowly but surely starting to take effect as demons began hiding away as they finally began feeling fear.
Instructor
When things bump in the night too much, the night tends to bump back.