Mood Music
Fresh off his reunion with Sousuke there were many thoughts racing within his mind, but one continued to surface at the forefront more than others; Kaito of the Cabal. It was how obsessions started. Within him, every fiber of his body was starting to be overwritten, ingrained, with this intense rage towards the man that was a figurehead of a dark era for not just the village but for Roku. A lot had been sacrificed within Roku and within the village, then it was all amplified that their, his, target was one of his few remaining friends. It was a torrential storm of emotions; rage, sorrow, depression, angst, anger, vengeance, ambivalence, malevolence, despair, obsession, insanity, clarity. All seemed to bounce around within his mind.
Outwardly, his body began to pulse as the chakra started to well up and fester forth from his body. Around him a dark aura started to form, causing those with weak willpower to choke and be pushed aside (Devastating Aura - Buffing Tai). His body was a true embodiment of a flesh husk full of rage, a rage that was tangible. Those within the area would not only feel this invading presence, but that would be forced to experience the same varying emotions of Roku as he continued to process all of this. There was no intention to his steps, but they continued forward. That was, they did move forward until his body collided with another.
In the seedy parts of Grand Palais, one could find any number of nefarious individuals. Some were trained in shinobi arts, some self taught while others were merely just criminals. Mixed with this filth were those poor and unfortunate, but the corruption within the alleyways meant that those who were not evil themselves were mostly hidden away in one of the building, hiding fearfully from the monsters that lived among them. On this day, during his dazed march, Roku managed to accidentally bump into one of those monsters.
The man was around the same height as Roku, but a much bigger build. His head was clean shaven with an incredible detailed green skull tattoo adorning half of his face. This marking, a green skull, was the insignia of a gang within the depths. The individual before him, Tsudzukeru, was one of their high ranking officers due to his experience with shinobi arts. He was a collector, someone naturally gifted with the ability to learn physical movements based off just watching them in use. Through this latent ability he was able to build up his arsenal quickly, turning against the dojo that originally took him in. He then began a series of dojo crushing, going to different dojo and completely wiping them out. He finally ended up sneaking into the Suna Academy and was able to steal techniques. He then fled to the underworld, and used every battle to continue to build upon his own skill set.
"Excuse me, punk."
Those words with followed by a tight grip on the collar of Roku's shirt. This caused the slow marching rage zombie to finally pause. His head continued to stare forward, eyes glazed over, as Tsudzukeru began to glare down upon him.
"You owe me an ap--"
He wasn't able to finish. Reflexively, Roku's body snapped open several chakra gates as his head snapped to Tsudzukeru. His right arm rared back, and as it went backwards it felt like all the air in front of him was being sucked away in a vacuum. This would cause the large gang member to lose his wording as the pressure around him changed. And in that same timeless moment, the arm of Roku would come rushing forward. All of the air that had been pulled away came rushing back. The fist of Roku looked like it was about to make contact with Tsudzukeru, which caused him to instinctively hold his arms up. He awaited the impact but it did not come as it appeared it would. Peering over his guard he would see the true attack. The air pressure, rushing forward, finally made contact with him. Upon impact it would explode into a giant tiger (Afternoon Tiger - Hachimon Jutsu) and set off a chain reaction of sonic booms to bellow within the neighborhood. The body of the gang member would be sent rocketing forward, slamming into the nearest wall only to rip through it like it was made of warmed butter. His flailing figure would travel a little further, and through, before finally coming to a crash landing.
Roku was not satisfied. His body would flicker out of focus, traveling a long distance at a blazing speed, until reappearing on top of the downed Tsudzukeru. With a howl, Roku would unleash a series of 16 consecutive punches, each followed with their own guttural noise form Roku, as he began to literally pound the man into the ground, denting not only the earth but the mans body with each strike.
"Kaito..."
The initial interaction did not go unnoticed. There were numerous civilian onlookers, and a couple of Green Skulls as well. This was not going to sit well.
Fresh off his reunion with Sousuke there were many thoughts racing within his mind, but one continued to surface at the forefront more than others; Kaito of the Cabal. It was how obsessions started. Within him, every fiber of his body was starting to be overwritten, ingrained, with this intense rage towards the man that was a figurehead of a dark era for not just the village but for Roku. A lot had been sacrificed within Roku and within the village, then it was all amplified that their, his, target was one of his few remaining friends. It was a torrential storm of emotions; rage, sorrow, depression, angst, anger, vengeance, ambivalence, malevolence, despair, obsession, insanity, clarity. All seemed to bounce around within his mind.
Outwardly, his body began to pulse as the chakra started to well up and fester forth from his body. Around him a dark aura started to form, causing those with weak willpower to choke and be pushed aside (Devastating Aura - Buffing Tai). His body was a true embodiment of a flesh husk full of rage, a rage that was tangible. Those within the area would not only feel this invading presence, but that would be forced to experience the same varying emotions of Roku as he continued to process all of this. There was no intention to his steps, but they continued forward. That was, they did move forward until his body collided with another.
In the seedy parts of Grand Palais, one could find any number of nefarious individuals. Some were trained in shinobi arts, some self taught while others were merely just criminals. Mixed with this filth were those poor and unfortunate, but the corruption within the alleyways meant that those who were not evil themselves were mostly hidden away in one of the building, hiding fearfully from the monsters that lived among them. On this day, during his dazed march, Roku managed to accidentally bump into one of those monsters.
The man was around the same height as Roku, but a much bigger build. His head was clean shaven with an incredible detailed green skull tattoo adorning half of his face. This marking, a green skull, was the insignia of a gang within the depths. The individual before him, Tsudzukeru, was one of their high ranking officers due to his experience with shinobi arts. He was a collector, someone naturally gifted with the ability to learn physical movements based off just watching them in use. Through this latent ability he was able to build up his arsenal quickly, turning against the dojo that originally took him in. He then began a series of dojo crushing, going to different dojo and completely wiping them out. He finally ended up sneaking into the Suna Academy and was able to steal techniques. He then fled to the underworld, and used every battle to continue to build upon his own skill set.
"Excuse me, punk."
Those words with followed by a tight grip on the collar of Roku's shirt. This caused the slow marching rage zombie to finally pause. His head continued to stare forward, eyes glazed over, as Tsudzukeru began to glare down upon him.
"You owe me an ap--"
He wasn't able to finish. Reflexively, Roku's body snapped open several chakra gates as his head snapped to Tsudzukeru. His right arm rared back, and as it went backwards it felt like all the air in front of him was being sucked away in a vacuum. This would cause the large gang member to lose his wording as the pressure around him changed. And in that same timeless moment, the arm of Roku would come rushing forward. All of the air that had been pulled away came rushing back. The fist of Roku looked like it was about to make contact with Tsudzukeru, which caused him to instinctively hold his arms up. He awaited the impact but it did not come as it appeared it would. Peering over his guard he would see the true attack. The air pressure, rushing forward, finally made contact with him. Upon impact it would explode into a giant tiger (Afternoon Tiger - Hachimon Jutsu) and set off a chain reaction of sonic booms to bellow within the neighborhood. The body of the gang member would be sent rocketing forward, slamming into the nearest wall only to rip through it like it was made of warmed butter. His flailing figure would travel a little further, and through, before finally coming to a crash landing.
Roku was not satisfied. His body would flicker out of focus, traveling a long distance at a blazing speed, until reappearing on top of the downed Tsudzukeru. With a howl, Roku would unleash a series of 16 consecutive punches, each followed with their own guttural noise form Roku, as he began to literally pound the man into the ground, denting not only the earth but the mans body with each strike.
"Kaito..."
The initial interaction did not go unnoticed. There were numerous civilian onlookers, and a couple of Green Skulls as well. This was not going to sit well.