Forced Entry Dancing to the song of Death!

[Kureji]

He would really test out the defenses of Sand today. His other self has been rather careful, but as for Kyōki. This is a message to be sent to his father. There would only be a few guards around as the punk rocker would approach. They would notice that the left of his body was covered in crystals. His eyes were like azure beacons that makes for an eerie impression. He held a microphone in one hand and was giggling to himself. "Excuse me sir can I see yo-" The guard wasn't even able to finish his sentence as his head popped like a balloon in front of the other guards. The other guards stood up in a frantic manner and started to make handseals.

The intruder would start laughing louder and louder as the guards would then let loose their attacks... On each other? More blood was spilt as more guards were called to come to the aid of the attack on the gates. Many would yell to stop, while others didn't even get a chance. Soon music would erupt seemingly out of nowhere as many guards would hold their hands to their ears screaming out in pain. Many more would fall down to the ground unmoving. "Come Father! I know that you like grand entrances!!!" A kunai thrown his way which he dodged effortlessly. "You all are just tools. Let me liberate you from the system that holds you hostage!" Truly sounding like a madman as he would cast an explosion jutsu that blew up a group of guards.

"Is this what the great Sand Village has to offer?! I want to dance to the song of Death with someone! At least keep me busy until Father can see the HUBRIS OF HIS CREATION!!!!!!" Through fire and blood soaked gates the madman would walk. But even though he is a madman, he is no monster. He would ignore the women and children and all others too weak or too scared to fight. He would let out another fit of insane laughter extending his arms out, almost as if inviting someone to come and attack him.

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[Kureji]

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[Toraono Michino]

It was the explosions that woke him up.

Tucked back into the Toraono Dojo, the young lord slept in repose after a long two-day stint of keeping a vigilant eye on the gate. Before he left, Michino doubled the guard and placed a number of his own kin there to help beef up the appearance. They were young, barely of Genin age and power, but they each had promise and showed clear sings of inheriting various powers of the clan.

Cut down like wheat in a field.

By the time Michino had gotten there, wearing only a sarong to cover his manhood, it was too late and the shinobi that had laid waste to the village gates was inside. His eyes shook in rage as the edges of the Beast’s vision began to blur, ultimately leading to a deafening roar of unbridled fury; it sounded more beast than man. Purple flames tore from his body as the opposing force of his raw chakra stirred by anger began to hollow out the ground beneath him.

A fiery red hand touched his shoulder. Their souls connected briefly, an old link that had been severed long ago but still remained open between the twins. A wave of calm and concern washed over the infuriated Toraono who was prepared to tear apart the entirety of Sunagakure to find whoever committed this atrocity. His mind once more tamed, Michino reeled in his power before holding out a hand. Owari, his demonic twin, handed him the chains that repressed his overwhelming strength. They rattled across his bare chest, cold and resentful. The weakness entering his limbs was a mercy as his mind slowly returned back to being his own.

“Thank you,” he whispered hoarsely. Owari simply patted his shoulder.

A call to Medical was issued out. Through the efforts of the Toraono Twins, three lives were saved - but none of their own clan survived the attack. A generation of Toraono lost to the vile whims of a madman. A loss that wasn’t taken lightly, and with it an anger stoked that hadn’t been felt in decades.

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