Crouching Tiger, oh forget the rest...

[Toraono Kuro]

Communication from Kazekage- Steward

Sennin Toraono Kuro Intercept Enemies fleeing via the Maw

Maximum Force authorized

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Akuma Kuro took the small message in hand and with a brief acknowledgement it transformed back into basic sand particles and blew away of it's own avail to let Sousuke know his message had been received properly. He always did like Sousuke's personal take on jutsu's. To use sand jutsu to send kinetic messages was one of Kuro's favorite techniques he had seen Sousuke. Each version of Kuro took different points around the Maw to prevent the escape of Suna's attackers.

Akuma Kuro and his four special bunshin, each stood at five feet, ten inches and each weighed in at two hundred and sixty pounds. Each bunshin’s silver-gray mane of hair tried valiantly to hide the unreasonable amount of muscle mass that made up their necks and shoulders. They each had a twenty one inch necks, each Kuro’s hair cascaded to the center of their upper backs. Violet eyes with gold slits peered from a set of matching chocolate brows with large ebony horns growing from where a normal mens’ temples would be. Akuma Kuro wore a sand tone leather belt around his thirty six inch waist with six sheathed blades. The belt even allowed Kuro to carry his honor blade in a specialized bone sheath. Each Kuro wore their battle pouches on leather ropes just above their right hips. Adjacent to his sacred blade Akuma Kuro wore a pair of collapsed fuuma shuriken, and each Kuro bunshin wore their leg sheaths on the right exterior of their light thigh armor just atop his fighting gi shorts where all but one bunshin carried ANBU serum and summon scrolls. One bunshin imparticular carried a set of various medical supplies. The left thigh plate of light armor gave all but one Kuro full access to his ANBU gear without showing exactly where it was till he motioned to grab it. Securing their Anbu arm guards and leggings each version of Kuro covered the runic terran markings of their hand and leg wraps. Each Kuro’s tail swished back and forth its tiger stripes faintly surging with chakra. Another difference between each bunshin was their black gi tops, each one carried a different seal crest which concealed his overly muscular upper body. One of the bunshin was even aided by a feline demonbeast of special camouflaging fur that changed tone and markings to blend into any environment. Joining them was Kyojin Kuro whom stood head and shoulders above them all.

Kyojin Kuro stood at seven feet and weighed in at four hundred and fifty pounds. He wore a sand camouflage pattern heavy armor made of Takahashi fire-forged steel with matte-black transformation seals allowing it to switch from desert colors to pitch black dependent on Kuro’s vocal command or four tap sonic patterned code along his right thigh plate. Kyojin Kuro wore a matching belt and sheath around his waist where he had sheathed a pair of blade attachments for his battle gauntlets. Kyojin Kuro wore his battle pouch atop the belt it was a simple lizard leather pouch but easily camouflaged by rubbing it with sand or crushed stone if ever necessary just above his right hip. Kyojin Kuro wore his leg sheath on the interior of his left armored thigh just atop his silk gi shorts. A convenient slot in the multi-folded steel of his left thigh armor allowed Kyojin Kuro full access to his items without showing exactly where it was till he motioned to grab it. Securing his Takahashi forged battle guards and lower leggings were Kyojin Kuro’s enhanced runic terran sealed leather wraps for his hands, forearms, shins and feet. Kyojin Kuro had wrapped his armored tail around his belt making it appear that Kuro wore a belt of armor resembling hand-sized reinforced double blades. Kyojin Kuro wore his mane of silver hair in tight war braids in ancient ceremonial fashion making his oxen horns much more pronounced but also making him look like a serious battle veteran, massive chakra gems implanted into his flesh and endoskeletal structure stood out on the back of his hands as well as one in the center of his forehead at the crest of his skull. The chakra gem in his left hand was emerald green with a spiral of a star in its center, if you looked at it closely and long enough one could see where it interfaced with the flesh and bone with tiny bio crystal circuits. The chakra gem in his right hand was ruby red with a six point star in its center, this one also interfaced with his flesh and bone with tiny bio crystal circuits. In the center of his forehead was a massive sunstone and this body had one implanted in its skull and interfacing with its brain. It was a unique feeling to say the least but the interface with the sunstone allowed Kuro to dramatically pulse chakra throughout this body which was one of the keys to this body's transformational capabilities. It also allowed him to control his metabolic rate at a degree he had never believed was possible. His dark flesh was runed with runic terran seals and tattoos. His horns looked as if they were part of his armor along with his gems but the discerning eye would know that they were part of this giant's body.

Akuma Kuro and Kyojin Kuro stood out in the open at the base of the Maw. If the enemy thought they were going to escape they were truly wrong as the Six Sins of the Beast King lie in wait for those that thought they could escape Sunan Judgement. The other portions of Kuro activated their hunting and tracking abilities as Hyakujuuonouu's spirit synched within them all as he breathed in the scent of his prey through Mouko and they were many. He listened through Choryokou and he could now pinpoint every movement and every breath within a two hundred yard radius. He watched for their movement with his Sharingan and he waited with baited breath within Kuro's soul for the battle to come. Kuro and Hyakujuuonouu waited with a hunger that had not been sated in thousands of years.

WC: 1025

 

[Toraono Kuro]

The surviving members of Magnetica’s forces came forth, they were a little over thirty people. Mokushi valiantly led them through the Sunan forces scattered about stopping their leaders from causing too much damage to the living areas and secure facilities. Many of them were wounded, a dozen were not. They had thought they would have an easy escape by simply overpowering some ANBU and running free. Instead they had run into one of Suna’s three Sennin. Toraono Kuro, the Devil Lord himself with his giant ogre body guard. His wounded were pushed to the rear as he strode forward with eight of his strongest to directly challenge the only beings they could currently see in their path to stop them from escaping Sunagakure.
Akuma Kuro stepped forth with Kyojin Kuro two steps behind him and looked Mokushi in the eyes without waiting for his challenge Kuro spoke first. “Give battle if you must but know that you cannot win. I will grant you this one favor and one favor only, two of your able may take all of your wounded to the surface and leave if they swear before me to never threaten Suna again. Those whom stand with you will be jailed and given a fair trial and likely released with the same oath so long as you all find yourselves capable. I stand before you as Sennin and guardian of Sunagakure. Your wounded have already paid for their transgressions. Yield now or face me and mine in a battle YOU CANNOT WIN.” <i></i>
Mokushi smirked before chuckling ever so lightly… “There are two of you and eight of us, besides you vaunted title, what makes you so certain you can defeat us?” As he spoke Akuma Kuro’s body began to surge with dark chakra as he channeled his power his left hand and forearm wreathed itself in violet flames of dark power.
Akuma Kuro smiled as he expected Mokushi’s arrogance … “Very well, the hard way it shall be.” <i></i>
Mokushi had blue lips and blue facial markings which made him seem comical but he was very dangerous. With his mastery of metals and their uses he had reinforced his skeletal system and layered the outer extremities of his limbs in dense, heavy steel. He had purposefully performed surgeries on his arms and legs so that he could fire chakra bursts or elemental chakra bursts from his limbs which he demonstrated now by flicking his left palm forward and unleashing a massive surge of wind chakra the left a massive cloud of dust where Akuma Kuro once stood. Mokushi was smirking at first to think he had gotten rid of at least one problem and most likely injured the bodyguard until the dust cleared and Akuma Kuro stood before him perfectly untouched although Kyojin Kuro’s armguard had chakra burn markings. Before another hand could be raised Akuma Kuro’s left hand shot forward and clasped the top of Mokushi’s head. As he went to remove it his mind went blank as psychic claws rendered him paralyzed and convulsing at the same time. Memories of his worst fears danced through his being before he fell to his knees. Recognition of being mind raped began to dawn on him as a barrage of massive fists beat him into the very ground leaving him mangled in a small personal crater before Kyojin Kuro stepped upon his broken body and they in turn looked over the remaining warriors.

Akuma Kuro smiled evilly as Hyakujuuonouu’s influence swept over him and the remaining warriors were granted no chance. Mouko Kuro spotted the sneak attack from atop one of the upper bone structures as a female swordsmen in her golden crested black armor with pink roses seemingly engraved into her shoulder guards and a rather delightful scent waded in to avenge her comrade. Kyojin Kuro and Jika locked eyes for but an instant before she was gone. She appeared above him and began to slash and bash at him with her sword using swift unerring slashes that were twice as fast as Kyojin Kuro’s fists. He was prepared for this as he methodically took on a defensive and easy to counter attack from stance. Each attack was noted and counted as an answer was to be issued forth once her timing and actual attack count had been acknowledged. A slash to his ribs, a stab through where his kidneys would have been, a hilt to his face, a slash to his femoral, a stab to his common peroneal and final a resounding kinetic combination slash to his torso that sent Kyojin Kuro hurtling backwards with a sickening thud into a wall of the Maw. For a moment it seemed that Mukoshi was unconscious but he was actually fighting off the mental and physical damage he had sustained as he managed to stand up and began to try and move. Jika began to radiate an excessive amount of dim pink and gold energy as bio electric energy could openly be seen running rampant along the skin of her armor. Just as she managed to get Kyojin Kuro focused on her. Her counterpart launched his attack Tangan focused a massive jolt of psychic energy through his fist using flash step to strike Akuma Kuro in a way that he couldn’t dodge or defend, while Jika unleashed a double spiral burst of shadow enhanced lightning chakra that spiraled past her attack on Kyojin to strike Akuma Kuro as she knocked Kyojin clear through the wall of the maw. Kuro accepted the psychic fist because he couldn’t dodge it but he did manage to counter hit, lashing out with a severe amount of dark energy that sent Tangan into the ground next to Mokushi just as he managed to stand. Kyojin Kuro burst back into the fray slapping Jika in the back with a massive hand sending her flying toward her companions as Akuma Kuro performed double ransengan in the midst of a double back flip blew her out of the air as well slamming her into her comrades. She recovered gracefully and managed to land on her hands and knees all three looked up at Akuma Kuro and noted he wasn’t breaking a sweat and his wounds were all but healed.
Kuro decided to wrap this up, he had his healer disguise himself as one of the enemy healers and lead the wounded out to the desert making sure to avoid the ANBU on the way out using various hand seals to show his intent. He would then heal them placing seals that would allow Kuro to track them all lest they discovered the seals. Meanwhile Sharingan Kuro, Mouko Kuro, Akuma Kuro, Kyojin Kuro, Chouryoku Kuro surrounding their remaining fighters and made sure they understood the futility of fighting further. Mukoshi looked down at his feet as his voice cracked as he said “We surrender..” Kuro nodded “Follow me to our detention facility where you will be held till your court date.”<i></i> dispersing his other selves elsewhere leaving only himself and Kyojin Kuro to escort them to the Obsidian palace. Sullen but largely unharmed they noted how easily they had been beaten but they also noticed their wounded had escaped. They hoped it was by their actions and not them being spared by the enemy. It would be a while before they could find out. Eight leaders at the cost of twelve injured and tracking them to whatever base they may have. It was a decent start.

wc: 1240

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